Fucking myself with the dildo itches my need, but not enough to help the stomach pains. I lose track of time as I begin to sob, the salty tears running down my face as I sink into the madness of my heat. My chest heaves from exertion, and the sheets are covered with the slick from my weeping crown.
It’s not an orgasm or a knot, and this dildo still has about an inch until I get to the good part.
My phone lights up for the first time in hours, and it’s an unknown number. I blocked Skylar and Rhodes’ phone numbers earlier in the day due to their continuous calls, and I’m nearing delirium. The call drops, making me huff because it’s reminding me it interrupted the stream of porn that hasn’t been helping me.
Returning to my memory of Rhodes’ cock, I burst into more tears when a video call begins to ring through. The only reason I haven’t put it on airplane mode is because I don’t have access to wireless internet in this godforsaken place. I have a chair underneath the handle of the door in case my pheromones travel through the air vents and I put the alphas staying here into a mindless rut.
I know my safety is tenuous at best in this fucking hotel room, I simply ran out of other options.
I claim temporary insanity as I reach out and press accept on the call with slick covered fingers. I’m a complete mess. I shouldn’t want to see anyone in my makeshift, shitty nest, but I am not in my right mind. As it is, Skylar’s sweatshirt is pressed against my face so I can hold onto the light scent still on his clothes.
“Don’t hang up,” Rhodes says hurriedly, his worried green eyes wide as he sees me spread across the bedspread. “You’re crying. What do you need, sweetness?”
“I’m more of a sour patch kid than sweet,” I huff out. “I can’t come. I’ve been trying for hours. I think I’m broken.”
“Nah, you don’t have the right motivation,” he says patiently.
How is this my life?He’s sitting in a vehicle, wearing loungewear and looking like a fucking snack I want to lick like a giant ice cream cone.
“Mmmm. I really like the way you’re looking at me. Stay on your knees, with your back to me. I want to see how nice and stuffed your sweet hole is for me,” he croons.
Whining, I leave my phone propped up and spin around to show off my asshole. I’m sure it’s also a swollen mess by this point, but I have to come more than my next breath.
“Such a pretty, swollen pussy,” he groans, making me gasp.
Do I like that? Fuck.I’m able to push the toy to its knot, and Rhodes clicks his tongue.
“Not yet, sweetness. I want you to fuck your pussy like I’m the one doing it. Make it rough and angle it so I hit that secret spot only the curve of my cock can,” he growls.
Whining, I imagine it’s Rhodes fucking me instead as I thrust the toy in and out of me. Widening my stance so he can see my bouncing cock, my back bows as I put on a show for him. It’s a little less scary with him on the phone, and I’m preening as I hear his breathing increase.
“So gorgeous,” he murmurs. “I see you’re in a hotel room. Did you barricade the door so no one else can see you like this?”
“Ye-yes,” I moan, only half tracking his words as I bend slightly at the waist.
“Ohhh, that’s the money shot,” he groans. “Fuck yourself hard, baby. Just like that. I want to come deep inside you.”
“Yes. Please,” I say, fucking myself harder with a piss-poor replica of my alpha.
Wait, mine?
“Yes, yours,” Rhodes growls. I’m not sure if my thoughts are making their way out of my mouth or not, so I choose to say nothing about it.“I love these noises. You’re getting closer, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Argh,” I cry out, keeping my momentum going. “My arms are tired.”
“You need a suction cup on your toy,” he says sagely. “What floor are you on, Little Viking?”
“Third,” I reply. He can’t find me based on that information, right? I’m safe in my anonymity here.
“Hmmm. Okay. Push the knot into your tight, wet hole,” Rhodes insists. “Nice and easy. Fuck that’s good. Start to inflate it.”
My eyes roll back as I push the button on the base of the toy that inflates the knot. I have to give it to Ashley, he definitely knows his toys.
“You better moan my name and no one else’s,” Rhodes growls.
Fuck, I really am losing the plot.
“Rhodes. Ugh. Please fuck me,” I gasp, allowing myself the fantasy where I can trust the alpha on the other side of the video chat.
