Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
ARENA
Nav was shaking like he was going into shock. Maybe he was.
According to him, I was the first woman he’d ever been with. That meant this was his first time. Which I believed since he came before he had more than the tip in.
Thank God.
I needed the extra motion lotion.
He was stretching me to the max. His fingers twitched on my hips as I tried to ease off of him a bit.
He didn’t stop me, exactly, but he didn’t make it easier either…
until I sank back down. Then his grip eased a little, and I managed another centimeter.
Bit by bit, I worked my way down half his length before I had to stop.
Going slow, I avoided pain, but the discomfort was real. I distracted myself from it by focusing on the awe on his face and his vacant gaze.
“How does it feel so far?” I asked.
He opened his mouth. I expected words. Something nice, like praise, or even weird, like when he said I had a pretty pussy. All I got was a random string of sounds.
“Are you speaking another language, or did I break your brain?”
Bracing my hands on his chest, I pulled myself almost all the way off of him while he was distracted. It felt lovely. I wasn’t sure if it was from relief that I wasn’t being stretched or if I was enjoying his monster size until I eased down again.
I really liked his size.
“Oh, that’s nice,” I said on a sigh. “Let me do it again.”
He made more random sounds as I sank even deeper the second time. His shaking intensified.
“Just a little bit more, Nav,” I said, lifting myself again as I patted his chest.
I was ninety percent sure he was enjoying himself. That ten percent doubt was getting to me, though, as I managed to take even more of him.
“You feel so good,” I said.
Lift.
Sink.
“Really, really good.” Those words ended with a little gasp as his cock pressed against a sweet spot.
I repeated the move, sinking so our hips almost touched. His fingers twitched, and he fractionally bucked up into me. He was holding himself back, and I was grateful for that. But I was also looking forward to the moment his restraint broke. I craved it just as much as I hoped I’d survive it.
“Once you’re buried deep, are you going to come again, Nav?” I asked, dragging my nails over his nipples.
His hips jerked upward as I slid down, and he impaled me with the last inch, fully seating himself. We both let out a strangled gasp. I could see how close he was, and the devil made me move.
Just a little roll of the hips, grinding down on his length.
The roar that ripped out of him scared me stupid, and I would have tried jumping off if he didn’t have a death grip on my hips. The first explosive flood of his release bathed me from the inside as my heart tried to escape through my throat.
He sat up suddenly, pulling me to his chest and holding me tight as he continued to jerk and twitch inside of me, slowly emptying himself.
Or not…since the man never went soft after he stopped twitching.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, peppering my face with little kisses.
“Not even a little,” I said. “The unexpected shout scared me, but now that I know what it was, I think I’d like to see if I can get you to do that again.”
He blinked at me. “Again?”
“Yes, please.”
A soft murmur of conversation slowly penetrated my sleep-fogged mind.
The humans didn’t leave. They’re staying at a farm outside of town. I’ll run back to tell the others. You’ll need help keeping her safe.
Thank you.
Her pussy looks red. I put an ice tray in the freezer. She’ll need it. Have you been releasing into her in her sleep?
She told me to stay inside of her.
I hope my female likes to sleep with my cock inside of her.
By the end, I was fully awake, but didn’t dare open my eyes as I listened to the front door open and close.
I was lying on top of Nav, completely uncovered, naked, and still impaled on his very hard length. And based on the sticky wetness between us, he had, in fact, been coming in me all night after I passed out.
It would be a miracle if my fun zone was only pink and needed ice.
And Belak had seen it all.
I tried not to think about that.
Nav kissed the top of my head, and for a second, I thought he knew I was awake.
“You are perfect, Arena. Better than any female I’d imagined. Please don’t wake up and say you want to leave me. I can’t let you go. I can’t.”
He kissed the top of my head again, and his hands swept up and down my back, soothing the soreness from the night before.
“Please give me your heart,” he added softly.
Aw, he was making it impossible not to give him what he wanted.
My stomach growled loudly—we’d skipped dinner yesterday.
His hand stilled, and I wrinkled my nose, knowing I couldn’t keep faking it. When I opened my eyes and saw it wasn’t even dawn yet, I wasn’t surprised.
“Are you awake, Arena?” Nav asked softly.
“If I say yes, are you going to make me get up?” I mumbled, not moving.
His hand resumed its sweeping strokes over my back.
“No. We can stay like this for as long as you want.”
My stomach growled again. His hand stilled.
“I forgot to feed you last night.”
“That’s not true,” I said with a small smile. “You fed me several times.”
For a second, he was quiet. Then I felt him jerk inside of me and knew he understood what I was referring to. The first explosive blow job had nearly drowned me, but I’d loved every second of his loss of control.
“You need real food, Arena.”
“And a shower,” I agreed. “But I don’t want to get up. As soon as I do, there’s going to be a mess, and I’m feeling too lazy to clean it up.”
“I will clean it,” he said a second before he lifted me off of him and stood fluidly.
“Mess” was an understatement for what was going on with my downstairs as he strode to the bathroom with me in his arms.
“I’m so glad we waited to do this until there was a shower,” I said with a cringe.
He grunted and started the water, letting it warm before stepping in with me.
I should have known what he’d meant when he said he would clean it up. He washed me from head to toe. Slowly. Carefully. Thoroughly. An actual wash, though. Not an excuse to grope or fondle me. I’d never felt so cared for in my life.
He kissed my forehead as he rinsed the conditioner from my hair. I reached between us and soaped him from sternum to as far down as I could reach. He grunted. His hands stilled on my hair as I stopped focusing on washing and started to play.
Tipping my head back, I watched his expression. His hands settled on my shoulders, and he watched me just as closely, his gaze searching mine.
What did he hope to see?
Part of me knew. That part was still afraid that this was all too good to be true, though, and didn’t trust it to last.
Even before the world broke, I didn’t have the best track record for choosing men.
And afterward, the decent men tended to die, trying to save people too weak to survive.
The hardened survivors who remained never let themselves grow too attached.
I was one of them. But Nav didn’t seem to be.
Yes, he was a survivor, but he wasn’t hardened yet.
Well, his outlook wasn’t. What I was currently touching certainly was.
His hands twitched on my shoulders as his hips jerked forward.
With a groan, he closed his eyes. I grinned, adding a little wrist twist when I stroked to the tip and at the base.
“I like you more than I’ve liked any other man,” I admitted, keeping rhythm. “I love the way you make me feel. All the touches. How you lose control. I crave it. That’s why I want to stay. Not because of the food—although that’s definitely a perk—or because I need safety.
“I wasn’t kidnapped by human traffickers. The island where I lived was safe. We used the radio to listen in on what was happening on the mainland and heard the rumors about grey men who liked beheading infected.
“Everyone thinks your kind is dangerous, but I know better now. You were so careful with me last night, Nav. Thank you.”
His jaw twitched a second before he opened his eyes and kissed me. It was hungry and yet tender at the same time. I was so distracted by the kiss that I forgot what my hands were doing to him until he grunted and pulled me flush against him.
It was what I loved most about sex with Nav. When he finished, it was like he needed to cling-wrap himself to me…like he wouldn’t survive without me…like I was important.
The kiss gentled, and he pulled back to meet my gaze.
“Not careful enough,” he said. “I saw you wince when I stood.”
I flashed him a wry smile. “It was the sudden absence of my new favorite sleeping accommodation.” I gave him a firm squeeze, and he grunted.
“Stay here, and I will get you some clean clothes,” he said.
Humming my agreement, I waited until he left to rinse myself again and turn off the water. Clean clothes were waiting for me on the counter.
Curious what he was doing, I quickly dried and dressed. The hallway was clean, the sheets were pulled off the bed, and I heard the washing machine start in the basement.
“Do you want spam and eggs?” he called up.
“Yes please.”
With a T-shirt long enough to cover the fact I wasn’t wearing anything else, I sat at the table and watched him move around the kitchen. This time, he was wearing shorts as he made me breakfast.
Every time he glanced at me, he paused for half a second and blinked, then resumed whatever he was doing.
I would have given anything to know what was going on in his head in those moments. Was he thinking of last night? Was he already daydreaming of clean sheets and a new mess?
I was.