Nova arches beneath me, her body a taut line of pleasure. But just as I feel her starting to tighten around me again, she plants her hands on my chest and shoves.
“Off,” she commands.
I’m too surprised to resist as she bucks me sideways. My cock slides out of her, the sudden emptiness making me groan. Before I can recover, she’s on top of me again, this time facing away.
She reaches between her legs, guiding me back inside her. The view is electrifying: her perfect ass moving as she takes me in, her spine arched as she leans forward slightly, giving me a clear view of where we’re joined.
“Now watch me,” she says over her shoulder, eyes wild with lust as she slams down on my shaft again and again, moaning each time she hits bottom. I grab her hips and move inside of her.
The sight of my cock disappearing into her pussy from this angle almost makes me lose control.
“Fuck, Nova. Slow down! I’m going to—“
“Too much for you, Alpha?” She smiles back at me, then turns 180 degrees on my cock, facing me again.
“Fuuuuck!” I can barely growl as the sensation of her twisting around takes my breath away.
She starts to ride me again, but this time there’s nothing teasing about it. She fucks herself on my cock with abandon, chasing her own pleasure. Her movements change slightly, andI realize she’s grinding her clit against my pubic bone with each downstroke.
I pull her down so I can suck on her breasts, and at the same time, my other hand finds her clit, already swollen and slippery. I start rubbing quick circles around it.
“Yes,” she hisses, movements becoming more erratic. “Don’t stop. Right there.”
I pinch her nipple between my fingers, rolling and tugging while my other hand works her clit. Her inner walls start to flutter around my cock, the beginning pulses of another orgasm.
“Come for me again,” I demand, voice strained as I fight my own release. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”
Her rhythm falters as she starts to tip over the edge. “Dane,” she gasps. “I’m—“
She doesn’t finish the sentence. Her body convulses, inner walls clamping down on my cock in rhythmic contractions. The sight of her coming undone above me: back arched, head thrown back, a broken cry tearing from her throat, sends me over the edge.
I grip her hips hard enough to bruise as my own release tears through me. I thrust up into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt as I come, filling her with hot pulses.
We lie there for a moment, skin cooling, breathing ragged. Nova collapses against my chest, her hair sticking to the sweat on my skin. The cabin’s quiet except for our heartbeats gradually slowing down.
After a minute, maybe two, Nova moves. No lingering, no afterglow. She simply sits up, pulls away, and stands.
I watch her reach for her clothes, scattered across the floor. She dresses methodically—underwear, jeans, bra—each movement efficient. Clinical. Like what just happened between us was nothing but a momentary distraction.
“You good?” I ask, my voice still rough.
She doesn’t answer. Just pulls her shirt over her head, runs her fingers through her tangled hair.
I sit up, muscles aching in a way that should feel satisfying. Instead, there’s a hollow space opening up beneath my ribs. I search her face for something, anything that shows what passed between us mattered.
Her expression gives nothing away. She checks her pockets, shoulders tense.
“Nova.”
She pauses at the door, hand on the knob, but doesn’t turn around.
I could say something. Ask her to stay. Tell her this isn’t just fucking anymore, and we both know it. But the words stick in my throat.
“Don’t try to stop me. I’m doing it with or without your support.”
She walks out, closing the door quietly behind her.
I lie back down on the cold floor, staring at the ceiling, the scent of her still on my skin, wondering exactly what just happened.
