Eliano's head falls back against the pillow, a deep, guttural moan ripping from his throat, his golden eyes squeezing shut for a moment before snapping back to mine, locked in an intense gaze. "Fuck, Salt… you really ride perfectly!" he groans, his voice breaking on the words, hips bucking up subtly to meet me.
Encouraged, I ride him harder, more enthusiastically, my thighs burning from the effort, muscles straining as I lift and drop, the impact of skin on skin echoing in our quiet module. My cock slaps against his abs with each motion, untouched but throbbing, pre-cum smearing across his skin in sticky trails. The pressure inside me mounts, that spot deep within sparking with every grind, pushing me closer to the edge.
Eliano's moans grow louder, more feral, his hands roaming up my thighs, squeezing my ass cheeks, and from time to time, pulling me down for a messy kiss; tongues tangling, teeth nipping, breaths mingling in hot pants.
Suddenly it's too much, the way he tightly fills me, the way he’s staring like I’m amazing. My rhythm stumbles as the orgasm crashes over me, my hole spasming around his cock in tight pulses. I cry out, a loud, broken sound, as I come hard, ropes of cum splashing across his chest in impressive arcs, the first spurt hitting his neck and collarbone, the next painting his pecs pearly white.
My vision blurs, body shaking as waves of pleasure rip through me, my thighs clamping down on his hips, still milking him.
Eliano joins me, his own release contained by the condom, but I feel him swell slightly inside me, his moans turning into a long, throaty groan as he throws his head back again, neck arching, Adam's apple bobbing. His fingers bruise my hips in the best way, holding me down as he pulses, the sensation drawing out my aftershocks.
And suddenly the ride ends. The room fills with loud panting as I flop down over his chest, my forehead landing on his collarbones, probably smearing over droplets of my own cum. But I need a minute to catch my breath.
We stay connected for a dizzying moment, my body slumped over his, our mingled scents of sweat and sex filling the air.
But as the high fades, darker thoughts flood back in.
What the hell was that? I just rode him like my life depended on it, forgetting who I was and what my mission was supposed to be.
Suddenly, I feel Eliano’s hand slowly sliding down my back, along my spine, lightly teasing my vertebrae, and his quiet voice whispers in my ear, "Do you know what kind of AO call you gave out last night?"
I freeze instantly, not lifting my head, my forehead still resting on his collarbone.
"What?" I mumble, my tone almost annoyed.
"A heat call. A demand for me to serve you in your heat."
"The fuck!" I jerk my head up, our eyes meeting.
I had suspected and imagined a lot about what it could mean, but not this damn nonsense!
"Your scent, Salt…"
"Stop!"
Without another word, I lift off him, wincing at the sudden emptiness, a trickle of slick following as I scramble off the bed.
Eliano reaches for me, but I dodge, muttering something incoherent about cleaning up.
My cheeks burn as I bolt for the bathroom, slamming the door behind me, my heart racing from more than just the sex.
Leaning against the sink, I catch my breath, staring at my flushed reflection, the wild hair, the hickeys on my neck, the satisfied glow I lowkey dig.
Fuck, I refuse to believe it! Heat?
One voice whispers:No! It can’t be it!
Again, the other one sensually teases,Oh yeah, maybe you should go back there, and enjoy whatever it is, to hell with all the rest!
I shut my eyes tight. For now, I need a minute to compose myself. I’m in fucking trouble, for sure.
Suddenly I remember something. My eye lands on Eliano’s toiletry bag sitting on the edge of the sink. On a weird impulse, I peek inside. It’s packed with the usual travel-kit stuff you can grab ready-made at airports. I spot a tiny deodorant stick and focus on the label.
Bingo! "Blocks pheromone scent during rut/heat and pregnancy."
I grin under my breath.
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