SALT #5
I feel awkward and a little self-conscious, yet at the same time a strange, blissful pleasure blooms in me, hovering right on the edge of something sexual.
I lower my head, suddenly shy, my gaze drifting to his collarbones as my fingers fidget with the fabric of his T-shirt, picking at it in a restless, flustered way.
"My little star missed you so much," I mumble, sounding sheepish now, cringing hard at my own words.
Eliano exhales, and his fingers slide from my back down to my ass, giving it a light squeeze.
"Every evening I opened it in my dreams. First with my tongue, and then with my cock."
His words hang in the air, sending a jolt straight through me. We're still standing by the bed, close enough to each other that I can feel the heat radiating off Eliano.
My heart starts racing. I tilt my head up to meet his eyes, and before I can overthink it, he leans in and kisses me.
It's soft at first, just lips brushing, but I kiss him back right away, hungry, all the weeks of tension finally breaking loose.
Our kisses deepen fast, tongues sliding together in a lazy rhythm.
His hands slide up my sides, thumbs catching the hem of my T-shirt, while my fingers curl into the fabric over his chest. I press closer, my tight jeans rubbing against his thighs, the denim stretched taut over my growing hard-on.
My fingers trace his shoulders, slide down to the small of his back, and tug him in until there’s no space left.
Eliano breaks the kiss just long enough to yank at my shirt, his eyes dropping to my hard nipples peeking through the fabric.
"So pretty," he murmurs, voice low and husky.
Then he peels my T-shirt off, lifting it over my head without putting any real distance between us. We both shove our jeans down in a hurry, impatient.
He pulls me toward the bed and eases me down onto the edge of the nest, careful not to mess up any of the cushions. We sink into it slowly, bodies lining up as he kisses me again, softer this time. His lips stay on mine like he's trying to savor the taste.
From there, his mouth starts to wander.
He kisses along my jaw, nipping just enough to sting, then drops lower to my collarbones. I arch a little, breath catching when his tongue flicks into the dip there. He moves to my shoulder, sucking gently, leaving a faint mark on my gland that buzzes pleasantly.
His lips brush down my arm, all the way to my wrist, where the small scent gland is throbbing under his fingers. He inhales deep, then grazes it with his teeth. Just a light scrape. Not breaking skin, but enough to make me shiver.
Little shocks ripple through me, one after the other. Pleasure flares right there and spreads fast. As he sucks at my wrist, I tremble, soft whimpers slipping out while my body reacts on autopilot, glands heating up, begging for more.
Eliano lifts his head, watching me with those intense golden eyes, then dips back down.
This time to my chest. My nipples are already tight, swollen, way too sensitive.
He circles one with his thumb first, teasing the edge of the areola, and I gasp as a spark of pleasure shoots straight down to my groin.
Then his mouth closes over it, warm, latching on gently.
He sucks slowly, tongue swirling around the tip, pulling long and steady. It's sweet torture, the delightful pressure winding tighter in my gut.
He switches to the other one, same careful attention, his hand kneading the first to keep the sparks going.
My cock throbs untouched, leaking onto my stomach, but it's my nipples that finally tip me over. They feel like the center of everything, drawing the pleasure in and then letting it explode.
The orgasm hits hard and sudden, intense. My body locks up as I come, spilling over my belly hands-free. Waves roll through me, leaving me shaking, breath wrecked, spots behind my eyes.
Eliano doesn't stop right away. He eases off with soft licks until I'm completely limp under him.
"Beautiful," he whispers against my skin. "Everything about you is…" and I almost come again just from hearing it.
Then he shifts lower, toward my red, still slightly dripping dick.
He leans in, tongue darting out to clean me up thoroughly. He laps at the skin around my shaft, the flat of his tongue grazing my length, which makes it twitch, but he’s not taking me in. It is teasing, drawn-out, making my hole clench hard in anticipation.
He moves to my balls next, cupping them gently before pulling one into his mouth. He sucks softly; his tongue rolls underneath. A low moan slips out of me. He releases me with a quiet pop, gives the other the same treatment, then trails kisses lower, spreading my thighs wider.
His breath ghosts over my entrance, the pink, tight, puckered hole already slick with arousal.
"My pretty star, twinkle, twinkle for me," he purrs, voice muffled against my skin. The words are a bit cringy, but the way he says them is so damn hot. "It waited for me, didn’t it? Did it invite another alpha inside?"
I growl low in my chest, half pissed, half laughing. "No fucking chance!" I snap, propping myself up on my elbows to glare at him. "And you? Have you been stuffing other holes around the city?"
"A whole ton! Maybe even more!"
Another angry growl rips out of me, but this one carries completely new, unexpected tones, deeper and fuller, like… an omega’s growl. Did my AO vocal range really level up even in that department?
"Wow, that sounded scary. And very omega-like," Eliano murmurs , a bit amused, pressing little kisses to my hole.
"Hey, don’t change the subject! What about fucking omegas?!"
Eliano growls back, a deep, vibrating tone, his eyes flashing as he nips around my pucker. "No fucking chance. Only you, Salt. You’re the only one I want."
That shuts me up. I relax back down, and he dives in again.
His lips press soft kisses to my rim. His tongue follows, licking long, broad stripes over the skin, then circling the edge with feather-light touches. His fingers join in, one slipping in just the tip to spread the slick before his mouth seals over it, sucking gently.
The pleasure builds again. My hips buck on their own as he kisses and laps like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
"Eliano, please," I whine, impatience taking over as my hands tangle in his hair. "I need you inside. Now."
He rises up, his thick cock hanging between his thighs, hard and ready. He grabs lube from the nightstand, slicks himself up, then lines up at my entrance. I am tempted to tell him I don’t need it, but it’s his habit from before, and I let it slide.
The head presses in slowly. So fucking slow.
He breaches me inch by inch, and I tremble as pleasure floods through me. My walls stretch around his girth, my head thrashing against the pillow as a deep moan rips out of me.
Once he is seated, not too deep, just feeling the right spot, he starts to rock between my thighs. Gentle at first, his hips swaying lazily as he searches for the perfect moves. He finds them fast.
The head of his cock nudges my prostate with each pass, firm and rolling, sending sparks up my spine.
His eyes stay locked on mine the whole time, watching my face flush darker, my lips part as random shit spills out. "Right there… fuck, yes… don’t stop…"
The rhythm is mesmerizing. Heat builds slow, our bodies moving together in the soft energy of the nest.
In the middle of it, Eliano leans down, breath hot against my ear.
"Si sulu miu," (You're only mine) he murmurs, the words foreign but melodic, vibrating through me. I don’t know what it means, but I am too far gone to ask; still, it stirs something deep inside.
My fingers dig into his ass, nails biting in as I pull him even closer. He picks up the pace just enough. His thrusts turn more intense, hips snapping with controlled power. Skin slaps against skin. Sweat slicks us both. Our breaths mix, the air thick with our scents filling the nest.
It hits us at the same time.
We come undone together, everything blurring into one white-hot rush.
My channel clenches around him, rippling and milking as I peak, spilling between us in hot bursts. Eliano groans, burying himself deep as he pulses inside me, filling me up.
We ride it out locked together, eyes squeezed shut against the intensity. Slowly, the tension fades until we are both limp and wrecked.
He relaxes on top of me, head tucked against my shoulder, legs intertwined.
There are no words, just breathing. Simple, lazy energy envelops us.
My brain shuts down, and I sink fast into nothing. We drift off, tangled together.
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The next few days pass in a constant haze of fucking. We still go to classes, it’s pretty much the same as under Sidorov, except now there's no big pressure to show up for every single group activity. Sometimes we just skip the ones we don't feel like doing.
Things between us slowly evolve, with each day bringing more small, nice discoveries about each other, more warm gestures, more soft, sweet moments.
But there’s one problem. I still can't fully relax. Once the initial excitement surrounding Eliano’s return and the reveal of our TM status fades, everything else starts closing in on me, like a noose tightening slowly.
The main thing?
Our future!
Even though the fact that I'm pregnant hasn't really sunk in, but I guess it's already gnawing at the edges of my mind, making me hyperfocus on safety.
Does it work like that for omegas? Does their mindset not only push them to nest more intensely, but also make them anxious, cautious, and thinking ahead about the baby’s future?
I try not to spiral into worst-case scenarios, but there's this one thought stuck in my head: life on this island isn't gonna work long-term. The second the people running this place find out I'm knocked up, everything's gonna get flipped upside down.
Will they kick us out?
Could we even try to live in the city?
Eliano is seriously wary of Rocco coming after him, and I still don't know the full story behind that.