Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
ARENA
The boat gently rose and fell in the water as I basked in the sun, my skin pleasantly warm. I wasn’t wearing anything, and it felt amazing. But not as amazing as Nav made me feel.
Head back, I spread my legs wider for him as he feasted like a king, his tongue dragging over my clit in long, firm strokes. It wasn’t enough.
I grabbed his hair. “Fuck me already. Please.”
He didn’t lift his head, no matter how hard I tugged. Instead, he slipped his hands under my ass, kneading my cheeks and pressing his tongue more firmly against me. It was heaven and hell. A slow torture of pleasure that wanted to advance, but never did.
Just when I was about to beg again, the water stopped moving.
Dream and reality overlapped.
Nav and I weren’t on a boat. I was lying on his chest, straddling his waist. In the house. The pressure against my clit was real, though. So was the pleasure.
He exhaled heavily, the sinking sensation reminding me of being on a boat. His warm hands kneaded my ass. The motion subtly ground me more firmly against his cock, which stood at attention from clit to crack. It felt like I wasn’t even wearing my sweats.
So good.
Without thinking, I rolled my hips for more friction.
“Are you awake, my pretty Arena? Should I touch you like I did yesterday?”
I nodded, still half asleep but liking what we were doing.
One of his hands slipped into the waistband at my lower back. His fingers caressed my cheeks a second before teasing my entrance from behind. An instant spike of pleasure shot straight to my core. I clenched wetly around nothing and lifted my head to kiss his chest.
He grunted, and those magic fingers dipped into my channel, teasing my opening briefly before slipping past to my clit. More awake, I arched my back to give him better access.
“Yes, like that,” he said in a tone that was full of praise.
His finger rubbed circles around my clit then briefly dipped into me, gathering the slick he was creating. I rolled my hips, chasing his touch and the pleasure until I was desperately trying to impale myself on his finger.
“Wait,” he said roughly. “Let me help you.”
The angle of his touch changed, and a different finger dipped into my opening. It wasn’t deep enough, though.
“Nav.” My warning was punctuated with a light chest bite.
He jerked underneath me.
“My pretty, impatient female. I have what you need.”
Two slick fingers pressed my entrance, slowly penetrating me and driving me crazy. His hand on my hip stopped me from thrusting down onto them.
“Patience,” he said. “You will hurt yourself. Let yourself adjust.” He pressed a little further.
I felt a sudden stretch and stilled, dropping my head to his chest, glad he’d been smart enough to slow us down.
Two of his fingers were a lot. Prior to yesterday’s encounter, it’d been a long time since I had any penetration.
“After you let me taste you, your pussy will be hungry for three fingers.”
My core clenched around the two he was using, liking his dirty talk and the suggestion.
“Do you want me to taste you now?”
I had enough sense to shake my head against his chest—I knew where tasting would lead and wasn’t ready yet, not that I could remember why at that moment.
He chuckled as his knuckles bottomed out.
An inarticulate sound escaped me, and he kissed the top of my head.
“You accepted me so well,” he said. “Your pussy knows what it wants.”
He withdrew his fingers and pressed them back in. It felt so good. Filling me. Stretching me. I moaned. He increased the speed. The way he methodically fucked me with his fingers erased conscious thought. Instinct took over, and I started moving with his thrusts.
“Yes. Show me what you like.”
Boy, did I. I rode his fingers like they were his cock and came with a low scream that he swallowed with a kiss.
Fingers still buried deep, he held me as the aftershocks settled and my racing pulse slowed.
How could I possibly be his first? It hadn’t even taken him ten minutes to finish me. And the way he was keeping his fingers inside…moving them, slowly building the need for another orgasm? Impossible for someone inexperienced. Wasn’t it?
Yet, that was exactly what he did. He slowly brought me back to the edge and made me scream again, only more intensely this time.
Panting, I lay limply on top of him and shivered as he carefully withdrew his fingers.
I tipped my head back and watched him stick them into his mouth, sucking them. Just like yesterday when he’d left to kill the infected.
Yours is the first pussy I have ever seen…It is so pretty…It tastes good…Can I lick it?
My core clenched around nothing as I realized he actually liked the way I tasted.
He caught me watching, and I noticed the tips of his ears darken as he pulled his fingers from his mouth.
Was he…blushing?
His adamant promise that no other woman had touched him seemed more real in that moment.
Don’t be an idiot. He also said that having sex and giving him endless blow jobs was the vaccine for infection.
I knew men would say anything for a lay, but immunity? Come on. Why had he gone with something so far-fetched? With how easily he gathered supplies, he could’ve had his pick of women willing to trade candy bars for blowjobs.
And yet he didn’t want that.
I want you to want me for more than what I can give you.
Can I lick it while you eat dinner?
Who asked that?
Nav did, apparently. Maybe he had a sex addiction. Maybe that was why he was hard all the time.
I decided I could live with that if he did.
“That was a nice way to wake up,” I said. “Thank you. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. Are you hungry? I brought back more food.”
“You left?” It worried me that he’d left me alone in the house with a busted front door, but not that he’d left at night. If he had to leave, that was the safest time for him not to run into the others.
“I did, but I made sure the front door was bolted and locked the back door behind me. Would you like to see the supplies I found?”
Relieved he wasn’t asking for reciprocation, I nodded and carefully got off of him. If my gaze lingered a little too long on what I’d been riding, it was because I was trying to gauge its size compared to his fingers. Was it really like three? That was going to be a lot.
Wait, why was I thinking of it like it was an inevitability? What happened to trying to avoid it?
He stood fluidly and took my hand, leading me toward a door off the kitchen.
“It’s safe down here. I already checked it for infected so you can go down whenever you want for supplies,” he said, handing me a flashlight he’d hung next to the door. “Once I find solar panels, it will feel safer.”
I clicked the flashlight on with my free hand and aimed the light on the steps as we descended. It was scary. In the last six months, I’d learned to be afraid of the dark. No, not just afraid. Terrified. Infected hid too well in the dark.
My hand started to shake in Nav’s, and as soon as we reached the bottom, he picked me up and hugged me close. And I liked it. A lot. It had been so long since someone comforted me like that.
“Do you want me to hold you while you look?” he asked.
The adult in me knew she should say no. But that wasn’t what came out.
“Can you?” I asked instead.