Craving His Touch

Fill me alittle

Rica’s Pov

Dave’s kiss left my head spinning. My lips still tingled when he eased back just far enough to meet my eyes. His gaze had softened, but the heat in it hadn’t gone anywhere.

“Come with me,” he said, voice low and rough, like he was holding himself in check. “My cabin. It’s safer. No one will look for you there.”

I should have refused. We had known each other for less than an hour. He was the captain of the entire ship. I was an Omega who had no right to be on board. But the heat was climbing too fast now—skin too warm, emptiness too sharp. All I could think about was how badly I needed to be filled.

“Okay,” I whispered. The word came out small and unsteady.

Dave didn’t hesitate. He slid a firm arm around my waist and steered me through the quieter service corridors, keeping to the shadows. Every step made my thighs brush together, slick already soaking through the stolen uniform. I bit down hard on my lip to stay silent.

When we reached his door he pressed his palm to the lock. It opened with a quiet click. The cabin was larger than I expected—clean lines, low lighting, a wide bed built against the far wall, and the steady sound of the sea beyond the hull.

The door locked behind us.

Dave turned to face me. His hands flexed at his sides, like he wanted to reach for me and was forcing himself not to.

“Rica…” He dragged a hand through his short dark hair. “We don’t have to go any further tonight. We only just met. This is moving too fast. I won’t push you or hurt you.”

The care in his voice made something in my chest tighten. But the heat didn’t care about careful words. It was already drowning out everything else. My body kept clenching around nothing, slick running down my legs, the emptiness so sharp it almost brought tears.

“I know,” I said. “We just met… and part of me is terrified. But the heat is too strong. All I can think about is how empty I am.”

I stepped closer, hands rising to his chest. My fingers trembled against the solid warmth of him. I looked up, letting him see how close I was to breaking.

“I’m not asking for everything right now,” I whispered. “But can you help me? Touch me there? Fill me even a little? I can’t think anymore.”

Dave’s breath caught. I watched the conflict play across his face—want fighting with the need to protect. He took my hands gently in his.

“You’re shaking,” he said softly. “I can smell how much you need it. But I have to know you’re sure. Even a little.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. The heat made every emotion feel raw and too big. I nodded and pressed my forehead to his chest.

“I’m scared because it’s you… but I also feel safe with you. Please, Dave. Just help me feel full. I need it so badly.”

He let out a low, unsteady breath. His arms came around me, one hand stroking slowly down my back while the other settled at my waist.

“All right,” he murmured against my hair. “I’ll take care of you. But we go slow. If you want to stop, you say it. Understand?”

I nodded against him, already pushing my hips forward in search of any pressure. The ache between my legs had turned almost painful. All I wanted was to feel him inside me—even just his fingers—to ease the blinding need.

Dave guided me toward the bed, his touch steady and careful. I could feel how hard he was, yet he still held himself back for my sake.

In that moment I didn’t only need his body.

I was already starting to need him.

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Dave’s POV

Clear thought had become almost impossible.

Rica stood trembling in my arms, her scent flooding every corner of the cabin. The heat rolling off her grew sharper by the second. The mix of desperation, fear, and need in her grayish-blue eyes twisted something tight in my chest.

I guided her toward the bed with careful steps even though every instinct screamed to pin her down and give her exactly what she was begging for. My knot throbbed hard against the confines of my uniform, but I forced the urge down.

“Easy,” I murmured, sitting on the edge of the mattress and drawing her onto my lap. She settled across me at once, slim thighs shaking as they pressed against mine. “I’ve got you.”

Rica buried her face against my neck, breathing hard. Her stolen clothes were already damp with slick; the heat of it soaked through onto my pants. The scent was intoxicating—sweet, open, and so desperately needy it made my control fray.

“Dave…” she whispered against my skin. “Please… it hurts. I feel so empty.”

Those words struck deep. I wrapped one arm around her back to keep her steady while my other hand drifted slowly down her spine, stopping at the waistband of her pants.

“We only just met,” I said, voice rough. “I don’t want to rush this and leave you with regrets tomorrow. But I also can’t stand watching you suffer.”

She lifted her head. Her eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed dark. “I know it’s fast… but my body doesn’t care. I just need something inside me. Even just your fingers. Please. I’m losing my mind.”

I swallowed hard. My pulse hammered. Part of me still tried to stay the responsible captain. The Alpha in me wanted to claim every inch of her right then.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead, then to her flushed cheek.

“All right,” I breathed. “But we go slow. The second it’s too much, you tell me.”

My hand slipped beneath her pants and underwear. The moment my fingers met her soaked entrance, she moaned and pushed back against the touch. She was burning hot and dripping, so slick that my fingers glided easily.

“f**k… you’re soaked,” I groaned, fighting to keep my voice steady.

I circled her entrance gently, teasing the sensitive rim. Rica whimpered and rocked her hips, trying to take me inside. Her hands clamped down on my shoulders, nails digging in.

“More…” she begged, voice breaking. “Please, Dave.”

I pushed one thick finger into her slowly. Even with all the slick she was incredibly tight. The moment I sank inside she let out a broken cry and clenched hard around me. Her whole body shuddered with relief.

“That’s it,” I murmured against her ear, kissing the side of her neck. “Just breathe. I’m right here.”

I moved the finger in and out with control, watching her face the entire time. Her eyes fluttered half-closed, lips parted, soft sounds spilling out with every slow thrust. The trust in her expression made my chest ache.

Even though we had known each other only hours, something between us already felt right.

I added a second finger, stretching her gently. Rica gasped and pressed her forehead to mine, our breath mingling.

“You feel so good,” I whispered honestly. “So warm and tight around my fingers. I can’t stop thinking about how you’ll feel around my knot one day.”

She whimpered at the words and rolled her hips faster, chasing the movement. The scent of her arousal thickened, coating the air.

I held her closer with my free arm, shielding her even while I worked her deeper. My own rut climbed hard, but I shoved it down. Tonight was not about me.

It was about taking care of her.

“Dave…” she moaned my name like a prayer, voice shaky and full of raw emotion. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

I kissed her deeply, swallowing her sounds as my fingers kept moving inside her tight, dripping pu*sy.