Page 50 of Striking Range

I slow my hand, removing it completely as his body relaxes against the bed. As he sighs in relief, his hard dick falls back against his stomach.

“You sound so beautiful when you say please,” I tell him. I can’t seem to stop; telling him feels as good as touching him.

Skylar whimpers, fingers tightening against my cheeks. “Evie, tell me how much you want me.”

I relish the sound of his demanding tone. Before today, I’d never heard Skylar sound so desperate. I had never seen this side of him that’s half dominance and half perfect submission.

“That’s easy, Sky. I want you bad; I want you more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone else in my entire life. You’re so precious to me, you know? And you’ve always been so beautiful.”

It almost feels like I’m consoling him—but more than anything, I’m speaking into his skin with such heat that my dick is pulsing with every word.

He’s panting again, leaking between us obscenely as he asks, “Yeah?”

It’s breathless, needy, insistent.

“Yeah, absolutely.” I tug at his fringe. “I want to devour you. I want you screaming.”

“Fuck, you sound so dirty.”

I do; I know that, but it’s only because the things I want to do to him and the strength with which I crave him are both so great that I can’t think of anything else. If I don’t get this burning need out of my body, if I don’t dispel this want, I genuinely think I might go insane.

“Let me worship you, Skylar.”

He gasps against me as my fingers trail the inside of his thighs, as the sincerity and simplicity of my words hit him. This close up, Skylar’s eyes are hooded and so dilated that I can hardly see the blue anymore.

“W-what does that even mean?” he pants out.

“I want to please you; I want to be on my knees. I want you to come over and over again while I watch, while I make you. And I want to tell you how good you are at it; how good you are at coming on me.”

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “I might come just from this.”

I roll my hips over his, our cocks rubbing together easily with the messy mix of spit and arousal collecting there. He’s choking on his own gasps, gripping me even harder.

“Can I make you come now? I really, really want to see it, to hear it.” I’m running out of patience, nearing the end of my rope.

If I don’t feel his climax soon, I think I’ll have a mental breakdown.

Skylar nods, quick and harsh, and I ask, “How do you want it? My hand? My mouth?”

“Y-your mouth.”

I do not need to be told twice. Climbing back down his trembling body, my fingertips trail the soft expanse. I breathe in the scent of him as I go, his smell so familiar to me. And in this setting, it is so much stronger, so much sharper that I could drown in it.

I settle back onto the floor between his legs. Skylar props himself up onto his elbows, staring down the length of his body to watch me.

“Don’t hold back,” I tell him. “I want to hear you.”

And then I swallow him down, my nose pressing into his warm skin at the base of his shaft. I wasn’t even aware I could take dick like this, but a starving man can do anything, apparently.

Skylar borderline screams, hands gripping at my hair as his hips thrust up to meet my mouth every time I hollow my cheeks. I work him over, and as I feel his thighs begin to tense, I let a hand wander lower, down to massage his balls as the other moves up to pinch his swollen nipples.

“Ugh, Evie, I’m g-gonna come. Fuck, I’m—” he groans, the sound resonating through the room as hot spurts of his release choke me even further.

His legs tremble, locking on either side of my head as his hips stutter. And just as I’m growing used to the force of his orgasm, I open my eyes and look up at him. He’s already staring down at me—his brows pinched, mouth hung open in pure ecstasy.

My pleasure responds to his, a loud moan ripping free from my throat and vibrating up the length of him. My hips snap forward to find no friction.

As his climax ends, Skylar’s shaky hands are yanking me off of him, delicious tears streaming down his cheeks.