Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
NAV
Arena’s lips closed around me, and I lost the ability to speak.
Her cheeks hollowed, creating suction, and my lungs seized. The world went dark. Maybe I closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure and couldn’t check. Or move.
Her slick tongue flicked my sensitive head, and all thought left me.
Distantly, something rattled.
Arena jerked at the sound, and her tongue dragged over the underside of my cock. It was too much. The electric bolt it sent into the base of my spine shattered my self-containment.
I tried to say something. To stop her from turning her head. But there was no time.
Her lips dragged along my length, and I frantically gripped the base of my cock. My strangling hold did nothing to slow the flow, though.
Come shot from me.
It sprayed her hair.
Filled her ear.
Hit her in the eye.
I stared in horror even as my seed kept spilling out. All the rules about coming on a female filled my mind. I had broken every one of them. She would never forgive me. Never speak to me.
Arena screamed.
I thought it was because of what I’d done, and scrambled to think of an apology. Then, I saw her fear and followed her gaze to the door.
An infected stumbled over the threshold.
Releasing my cock, I caught the infected by the throat and dragged it back outside, where I removed its head. I stood there in the front yard, cock still twitching with its final discharges, and let my head hang in regret.
Every dream of having a female take my cock into her mouth never came close to how it felt in reality. Better than anything ever. The warmth. The sensation of her tongue.
A shiver ran through me.
“D-did it bite you?” Arena asked behind me.
I shook my head.
“Turn around and let me see.”
Filled with shame, I slowly faced her.
Her gaze swept over me as my seed dripped from her earlobe and jaw.
“I am sorry, Arena.” My voice did not sound like my own. Guilt made it quiet. Rough.
She let out a shaky breath and met my gaze.
“Now can you fix the door? Please? I won’t be able to relax enough to do that again until I know nothing is going to come barging in.”
Again?
She wanted to use her mouth to…
I swallowed hard, the intense devotion I felt for her consuming me.
“The water works here,” I said. “I will wash your hair for you when I finish fixing the door.”
She nodded, tilted her head, and wiped some of my seed from her ear.
“Washing sounds good. I wonder if this place has any ear swabs.” She mumbled something about an ear infection as she turned to go back inside, and I hurried after her.
“Let me heat some water first,” I said, using the deadbolt to secure the door.
She followed me into the kitchen and watched me fill a pot. It took me a few minutes to turn on the gas for the stove. Once the water was heating, I turned to Arena.
“The house has no shampoo.”
“Don’t even think about leaving until the door is fixed,” she said with a warning scowl.
I nodded, glancing at my seed drying in her hair, then at the door. The frame was cracked. I knew what I would need to fix it, but…
“Can you use the deadbolt while I search the house across from this one for what I need?”
“Do you promise only to go across the street?”
“I swear.”
“Hurry. If you take too long, I’m leaving.”
That struck me with fear, and I pulled her into my arms. She immediately stiffened and leaned away from me.
“Please do not leave,” I begged. “I promise I will never again release in your hair.”
She made a choked sound, and I rubbed her back through her clothes.
“I will bring back everything you need,” I promised.
When I let go, she ducked away from me instead of letting me press my forehead to hers. It hurt my heart, but I understood. I had broken her trust by not holding back, and I cursed myself as an idiot.
She followed me to the door and set the deadbolt behind me.
I glanced back when I reached the road. Arena stood framed by the front window, her expression filled with worry as she considered the large pane of glass.
She would feel safer if the windows had bars on them.
Some of the females back in the communities had asked for barred windows on the first floor, too.
I jogged across the street and broke into the large garage.
The sound drew an infected that was wandering nearby.
I removed its head and hurried to find what I needed to temporarily fix the doorframe so the doorknob worked again.
Then, I swiftly collected whatever supplies I could from the rest of the house.
Towels. Shampoo and conditioner, just in case.
Body soap. Some noodles and the cans that had no freeze damage.
Arena no longer stood by the window when I ran out.
“Just a second,” she called when I knocked on the door.
I waited patiently, wondering if she was considering not letting me back in because of what I had done.
The door opened suddenly. Her face and ear were clean, and some of her hair looked damp.
Her gaze swept over me and locked on the supplies I held.
“Is that shampoo?” she asked with some excitement as she stepped back to let me in.
“Yes. For your hair. I have body soap too. Would you like to use the deadbolt while I wash your hair? It is easier to remove before it dries.”
She frowned at me. “You’ve done this before to other women?”
“No. Never. You are my first female—my only female,” I said quickly, remembering her adamant refusal to share me. “I promise I will have more control next time.”
She stared at me for a long moment without saying anything. Then she nodded.
“We can shampoo now, but we’re not doing that again until the door’s fixed.”
The words brought back the feeling of her tongue on the underside of my cock.
I nodded jerkily and set down the door supplies.
“Can I wash your hair for you? I will make sure not to miss anything.”
She let out a choked laugh and coughed.
“Yeah, you’re good at not missing anything.” She grinned at me for a second, but her humor slowly faded. “Sorry.”
Her comment and soft apology confused me. Before I could ask about either, she took the shampoo.
“Let’s trade. You wash my hair for me, and I’ll wash your…” Her gaze drifted down my body. “Everything.”
My heart skipped a beat at the thought of her hands rubbing over every inch of my skin, and I agreed quickly.
She led me to the kitchen, where she already had a pitcher filled with warm water. Every burner on the stove had a pot of water warming on it.
“We can use the sink,” she said, leaning over it and flipping her hair forward.
I wet her hair and lathered the shampoo. It took a few minutes to get all of my seed out. The conditioner helped remove the tangles, and I noticed how she relaxed when I rubbed her scalp. It gave me hope that she was starting to like some of my touches.
“Stay here. I will get a towel,” I said when I finished.
“Don’t bother.” She squeezed the water from her hair and flipped it back. “I’ll probably get wet washing you anyway.”
I watched her pull off her outer shirt. “Can you check the fire while I move some of this water to the bathroom? I’d rather not freeze before we finish.”
“We can wait until—”
She glanced at me. “I might not be as willing later.”
I was torn. Arena lost heat so quickly. It would be better to wait until the room was warmer. But…
Again, I felt the lingering sensation of her tongue on me.
“Will you tell me if you get too cold?” I asked.
“Sure.”
Her tone did not carry a promise, but doubt.