The orgasm rips through me with so much force that I scream. Actually scream. Breathed into the pillow and screamed.
“DADDY-OH f**k-YES-YES, PLEASE-OH GOD, I’M COMING-“
My legs snap shut around my hand as my body convulses. I cry into the pillow. My fingers curl. My cunt clenches so tight it aches.
My toes point. My lips tremble. Slick floods my hand and I don’t stop. I keep rubbing. I keep moaning. I ride it out like my soul is on fire and only his name can put it out.
And then.
Knock knock knock.
“Lily?”
My blood turns to ice.
I freeze. My body jerks like I’ve been electrocuted. My hand flies away from my p***y so fast I nearly slap myself.
My legs clamp shut. My breath gets stuck in my throat. My entire body is still trembling, still clenching, still soaked and pulsing, but now I’m panicked. I’m wide-eyed. I’m soaked in c*m and caught red-f*****g-handed with my best friend standing on the other side of the door.
“Lily, are you in there?”
It’s Bella.
I stare at the ceiling like it might open up and swallow me. My cunt is still twitching. My n*****s are hard. I can smell myself in the air. The whole room smells like s*x.
“Drinks are starting,” she says. “Rose said to tell everyone to come to the lounge.”
I slap my hand over my mouth, trying not to gasp.
I don’t move.
I don’t breathe.
I just sit there on the bed, dripping and twitching and barely alive while the orgasm still echoes through my thighs and my best friend knocks on the door asking why I’m taking so long.
“Lily?”
Oh my God. Oh my God. Bella. That’s Bella. That’s her voice. Outside my door. My best friend. Standing there. Knocking. While I am literally lying here with my dress around my waist, my panties soaked and halfway down my thighs, and my fingers dripping with c*m.
“Lily, are you in there?”
Yes. I’m in here. I’m in here f*****g dying. I’m in here soaking the sheets and twitching from the aftershocks of the nastiest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
I’m in here gasping for breath with my legs still shaking and the word Daddy still wet on my lips like a sin I don’t know how to erase.
“Drinks are starting. Rose said to tell everyone to come to the lounge.”
Drinks. Right. Great. Yeah, let me just uncurl myself from this bed like a freshly f****d mess and walk into a yacht full of people with the scent of orgasm clinging to my skin and Connor’s name still echoing in my skull like a moan I can’t shut up.
My whole body goes rigid. My face is on fire. I reach for the pillow and press it over my face like it might smother the humiliation surging through my bloodstream.
My p***y is still throbbing. My panties are soaked. There’s a wet patch on the sheets under me and my hand is shiny with slick.
I scramble up like a gremlin caught in the light. My dress is bunched up. My panties are twisted. My fingers are covered in c*m. I wipe them frantically on the inside of my thigh, then gasp and regret it because my skin is too sensitive and I nearly moan again like an i***t.
“Yeah” I shout, voice way too loud and cracked. “I’m fine! I’m coming!”
No. Bad choice of words. Very bad.
“I mean, I’ll be there! I was just… changing!”
My voice breaks on the last syllable and I clap a hand over my mouth like that will somehow erase the fact that I probably sound like I just got railed by a ghost. My thighs are shaking. My hair is a mess. My whole body feels like I just got bred and left to soak.
I shove my panties back up, wince at how wet they are, then pull my dress down and try to straighten it even though it’s clinging to my skin like it’s aware of everything I just did.
I fan my face with both hands.
“Okay, okay,” I whisper to myself like a girl on the verge of an emotional breakdown. “You just fingered yourself stupid and moaned Daddy loud enough for Poseidon to hear.
No big deal. Just walk out there. Smile. Pretend your c**t isn’t throbbing. Pretend your thighs aren’t still wet. Pretend you didn’t come so hard you screamed into the sheets like a b***h in heat.”
I wipe the inside of my thighs with a towel. It’s warm. Damp. Smells like me now. I shudder. I’m never going to be the same again.
I take one last breath, glance at the wall that separates me from him, and whisper under my breath like a slut who has already accepted her fate.
“Let’s just hope I can walk straight.”
I pull the door open, and for one shining second, I think I’ve made it.
And then I slam face-first into something.
Hard.
I gasp. I stumble. My hand flies to the doorframe to steady myself. My n*****s brush against cotton, and every cell in my body goes hot.
I look up.
And it’s him.
It’s f*****g Connor.
His hand is already on my arm to steady me, big and warm and rough, and my whole body reacts before I can stop it. My p***y clenches. My throat dries. My brain starts short-circuiting like someone poured water into my soul.
His eyes meet mine. I knew definitely I was f****d.
Fuck.
Lily
His hand was still on my arm.
And not touching it like a polite little “whoops” moment. No. His palm was wrapped around my upper arm, fingers firm, thumb grazing my skin like it had every fucking right to be there.
My brain didn’t just melt. It liquefied. It slid out of my skull and dripped straight into my cunt because the heat of his hand was spreading into me like a virus, like a drug, like a warning that my body should not have reacted the way it just did.
But it did.
And now I was standing here-sweaty, shaking, slightly dazed, and very much still throbbing between the legs with Connor Blackwood’s massive Alpha hand wrapped around my trembling Omega body like he owned it.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t blink. I couldn’t even think without seeing flashes of what I had just done on the other side of that wall. My panties were still wet.
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