Chapter 31 Nyx
NYX
He wants to play a game. What kind of game can someone play at a gun range? Not going to lie, it was amazing to get out using some different rifles I haven't touched since the Army. Typically, if it isn’t my handgun I use for personal use or work, I am not shooting it anymore.
“So here's the deal.” Demitri says so matter-of-factly. “We are going to shoot our pistols. Every single shot you miss is one denied orgasm.” What in the actual fuck?
“What’s the catch?” I place my coffee down and set that hand on my hip. Pushing it out slightly to add to the sass.
“The catch is, while you are shooting, my hands can be anywhere on your naked body.”
“So I get edged and you get what?”
“I get unfiltered access to your body, and your pleasure. You finish a magazine without missing a round, and you get to come.” He has such a self-confidence about him right now that is so utterly sexy. Like he knows I will miss and he will get to mess with me.
“And you just get to shoot your gun?”
“Oh, I’ll shoot a load somewhere.” He laughs, while I roll my eyes at his innuendo.
“Fine, but I have a counter-offer.” His eyebrows raise, and he looks at me like he is waiting to hear what I have to say. “When you go to shoot, I get to do the same to you.”
“Deal.” Shit, I barely have time to finish what I was saying before he responds to me. He pulls out two rubberized aprons. “We can wear these. It will still allow each other access to our bodies while also giving us a little protection from the hot shells.”
The aprons come up over our shoulders almost like a muscle tee.
He has access through the armhole to my breasts, and the front “skirt” area only covers the front of me, so he can slide a hand through to my pussy.
Taking a hot shell to the cleavage SUCKS, trust me, I know.
He helps me put it on over my head before he slips his on over the top.
“Where in God's name did you get these things?” I look down at the contraption I am wearing.
“Graham’s mom made them. We like to run through the woods when we need to clear our heads, and somehow we usually end up here.
We keep a few guns in a safe over there,” he points over his shoulder.
“And we never seem to have shirts on when we end up here. These help protect our chests.” Well, that explains why mine practically reaches my knees.
“Ok, well I guess let’s do this. Who is shooting first?” I ask.
“You’re up, Little Fox.” Demitri hangs the human silhouette target up on the hooks before hitting a button on the wall. The target shoots back towards the soft back wall of the shooting range. I place my red and black hearing protection over the shells of my ears.
Demitri looks at me with a smirk on his face.
With my ear protection on already, I couldn’t hear him even if he wanted to say something.
I can see the erection he has had since we started shooting guns, tenting this weird rubber contraption.
He places my safety glasses on my nose and stands behind me while I get in position.
Raising my gun up to shoot, my finger resting alongside the trigger, not quite ready to shoot yet.
Just as my finger goes to move to rest on the trigger, he tweaks a nipple with his finger and thumb. A squeal leaves my mouth, and because he’s standing so close, I can feel his body shake with a chuckle. He pulls one of the earmuffs away from my ear and leans into my ear.
“You have to actually shoot, Little Fox.” He places the protection back over my ear and runs his hand down my neck. My body shivers with chills from his touch.
I raise my gun back up, focusing solely on firing.
His hands continue to trail all over my body.
I fire three rounds consecutively. I focus on the target as a whole.
And see all three have hit their marks right in the chest. Demitri nods his head from next to me.
Almost like he’s saying he needs to up his game.
Raising the gun back, to shoot the next round of shots. Moments before I squeeze the trigger, his fingers find my clit, circling it with his calloused fingertip. Fuck, focus, Nyx. I give myself a little pep talk in my head.
He continues the slow, torturous pace on my throbbing core. I have never been instantly turned on in my life, but these boys do that to me. Pew, pew, pew. The next three are fired. I see two right in the middle of the silhouette’s forehead. Fuck, one missed wide right.
Before I can fully comprehend that I missed the shot, Dee’s got his hand on my gun. He is pulling it from my hand and in the same motion he is clearing the bench of any empty rounds. Lifting my hips up to the edge to take most of my weight.
“Looks like you missed it.” He growls as he removes my ear protection.
“Uh huh.” I managed to get out, while watching him lift the skirt of this god-awful apron and climbing under it.
“I’m going to feast on you until you are just about to come. Then you have four more shots.” He says moments before his tongue meets my throbbing clit.
He licks from opening to clit before spending time circling the bundle of nerves till I feel the warm tingles and tightening of my lower core. These boys really know how to get a woman off, unfortunately, for me, I don’t get to come on his face.
Yet.
He grips my thighs so tight in his hands I know I am going to have bruises.
My moans get louder, my legs start to shake, and just moments before I fall over the ledge he pulls away.
Breathing heavily, with his face still between my thighs.
When my moans and whimpers turn to just stuttered breathing, I feel his scruff scrape my inner thigh.
He runs kisses all up and down my thighs, keeping me throbbing with need. I’m about to beg for him to finish when he bites my inner thigh. It’s hard, but doesn’t hurt. No, in fact, I’m pretty sure if he had done that just moments ago I would have come. Who knew I liked that kind of pain.
“Ok, let’s finish this clip.” He stands from under my apron. His hand grasps his cock. I know this is just as much torture for him as it is for me. His face is glistening with my wetness, and it is all so primal-feeling with his bite still burning on my thigh.
He places my ear protection over my head and then his. Taking his place, pressed up against me again. I can feel his hard cock resting between my ass cheeks. How is a girl to focus like this?
Raising my weapon back up to the target, I fire off a round as his hands tweak my nipples again. Sending little bolts of pleasure straight to my core. I hit the target, right in the gut. It’s lower than I’d like it to be, but it’s on the target. He lets out a rumbling laugh I feel through my body.
Okay, Nyx, you have three more shots, you can do this. I brace my body and try not to think about Demitri’s hard dick between my thighs. He thrusts into me slightly, just enough to feel what I am doing to him. Pew. Fuck.
Another missed shot. This time it barely skimmed the bottom of the paper. I fired the shot at the exact moment he inserted a single finger into my pussy. I can feel my wetness leaking down my thighs, and I seriously might go crazy if I can’t come soon. How is he so good at driving me insane?
“Awww, another missed shot, Little Fox.” He laughs. “Hmm, how can I make you almost come this time? Maybe I’ll just use my fingers for this one.” He removes the apron over my head, giving him unrestricted access to my body.
“Please Dee. I am going to lose my damn mind.” I whine. Where the fuck did that come from?
“Oh, my beautiful girl. You will come if and when I say you can. If you come before I say, you can’t come until after dinner, and I know Hutch wants to play when I’m done.
” His voice sends a fresh wave of wetness out of me.
He removes his fingers from my pussy and sticks them in his mouth with a groan.
“Argh.” A grumble, moan leaves my chest.
“Fuck, Little Fox. Maybe I’ll fuck you and take care of myself and make you sit at dinner with my come dripping out of you. All worked up and begging for relief.”
In seconds, my naked body is back on the bench in front of us and Demitri thrusts inside me with one brutal pump. That’s when I know this is going to be hard and fast and only for him.