Page 15 of Key Lime Kisses
“No, no, I can handle a little puke. Believe me, I’ve seen some pretty bad stuff at work, human vomit included. But I was starting to feel a little queasy and figured I should take some before I got worse.”
I nodded and let my head sink back onto his shoulder. I intended to close my eyes for just a minute, but I must have fallen asleep. When I opened them again, everything was still and my stomach was grumbling.
According to the clock I could see on the nightstand, it had been fivehours. That explained the crick in my neck. I started to sit up a little and realized that Weston still had his arm draped around me and was sagged down on the bed next to me.
I found myself smiling. Nowthiswas my idea of being taken care of by an alpha. No expectations, no pressure, just caring for me while I felt sick because he was a good person.
As nice as it was, I was a little uncomfortable; I tried to extricate myself and instead found myself nose to nose with him. I paused, hoping I wouldn’t wake him up, and took a moment to study his handsome face. Today had really turned around, largely thanks to Weston. He was turning out to be a really great guy. I realized I would be sorry in the morning when we got off the ship and this all ended.
His eyes blinked open, then narrowed in confusion for a moment before he smiled at me. It looked like he was trying to figure out something to say.
“I—”
“So—”
We started, then both laughed. Our eyes met and our laughter slowed, then stopped. Silence fell as we just gazed at each other, as if neither one of us wanted to pull away.
Slowly, gently, almost questioningly, our lips met.
The kiss was warm and soft. After a few hesitant seconds, Weston reached up and put a hand on the back of my head, pulling me a little closer to him. I kissed him back and clenched his shirt in my fist, tugging him closer as I kissed him harder.
Part of me felt like this was ridiculous but another part of me figured if I was ever going to have a one night stand with an alpha I hardly knew, Weston would be the alpha and this would be the night. Besides, after hours of talking, I was actually getting to know him pretty well. Then again, we had a nice meal and some fun and he took care of me when I was unwell, but I didn’t even know his age or middle name or anything about him... not really.
Even so, it felt too good to stop, although I knew I should. I found myself clinging to him as we kissed, our bodies pressed together so deliciously, his hardness sliding against mine with each subtle movement.
Our mouths danced together as if they were long lost friends, no awkwardness that usually accompanies a first time. Each brush of our lips and sweep of our tongues deepened the kiss and increased my need... I needed more ...more of everything except our stupid clothes.
There were too many of them.
My hands wandered down and under the hem of his shirt, his skin warm under my hands.
Screw it. This was a date—who cares if he wasn’t my original one—I was an adult and he was an adult and if we wanted to get naked together we could.
“Off,” I mumbled into his mouth.
I didn’t need to ask twice. Weston broke away long enough to get his shirt off and me to get mine, crashing back into me, our chests finally skin to skin, both of us fumbling with our underwear until we were blissfully naked, his scent surrounding me, the two of us now in a frenzy.
“More,” I begged, not even pretending to be shy. I needed this—needed him.
We rolled so I was on my back, his weight settling onto me, our kiss filled with passion, our hands wandering, me squirming underneath him searching for more friction, my dick hard, my entrance slicker than it'd ever been. What was it about this alpha?
“I want you,” he gasped, his lips now traveling to my neck where he added a little nibble and suck. “Are you—is this okay?”
“I want you—I need your knot.”
He continued to kiss a path down my body, stopping at my nipples long enough to torture me with a cross between pleasure and a touch of pain that left me a needy mess, whimpering for more... of everything.
“I want to taste you.” He looked up at me from under his hooded eyes. “I want you to come apart from my tongue and come down my throat.”
“But?” It felt like a but... and now all I could think about was him in my butt—in my ass—filling me so completely.
“No buts. Just more. I want to fill your slick hole with my cock and have you seeing stars as my knot grows inside you. I want to feel you come when I’m inside you… and then I want to do it all over again.”
“Yes,” I begged. “All of that.”
He continued his journey, peppering me with kisses as he explored my body, running a finger across my length and gathering the precum on his finger. “So ready for me.” He popped it in his mouth, my dick twitching at the sight of it. “So good,” he hummed around his finger.
“I need you in me,” I cried out... foreplay was great and all, but… “Please, alpha.”
