Chapter 29 Skylar
Skylar
Pike’s rarely bossy with me, and fuck, it’s such a turn-on. I crawl backward. He follows, eyes glazed with want, drinking in the sight of me laid out before him. The bed dips under his weight, and his hands find me the moment he’s close enough to touch.
I feel the press of his fingertips as they continue upward, watch his lids grow heavier with every inch they climb. Slowly, his palms shift inward, skimming over skin already alive with sensation.
When he reaches my panties, the breath leaves my lungs, and Pike actually smirks.
Holy shit. He loves seeing my reactions, and that gorgeous, assured face guarantees I’m about to have a lot of them.
But when he pulls them all the way off, he looks at me like he’s the one who gets to unwrap presents tonight.
“Goddess divine,” he says, and my heart may actually explode.
He drags his face up my thighs, inhaling deeply, the coarse texture of his scruff electrifying my skin. His mouth finds my center in a long, luxurious lick that leaves me panting his name.
“One taste and I’m fucking done for.” He lets out a quiet, stunned laugh, like he can’t believe this is happening to him. “Yeah, I live here now. This is my new home.”
I slide my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His eyes flutter shut, savoring the touch as much as the taste of me.
“I’m yours, Pike. Take what you need.”
“I don’t think you realize what you’re doing to me.” He rolls onto his back. “Get up here.”
I hesitate when I realize his intent. “Are you sure?”
“Can’t articulate the depth to which I’ve fantasized about burying my face between these thick, luscious thighs.”
I’m lightheaded already, so I’m more than okay staying upright.
But he teased me earlier, and now it’s my turn.
Heat courses through my veins as I pause to straddle his hips, then grind down against the hard press of him beneath me.
The most incredible moan leaves his lips, and now I’m the one smirking.
I have him. Completely. I shift with more intention, just to drag out another ragged sound. His fingers flex on my thighs like he’s barely holding on.
I’m not holding on either. Not even a little. I’m ready to skip the rest of foreplay and strip off the last barrier between us.
Until Pike lifts me up over his face.
I grip the headboard and hover, but he says, “Happy to die like this, Skylar,” and pulls me all the way down.
I almost faint from pleasure.
He’s—
It’s—
“You…do that again,” I gasp, already nearing incoherency.
I’ve always felt self-conscious in this position, but Pike makes me feel desired, even needed. He grips my ass like it was made for him and brings me down a little more, guiding me into the rhythm he wants.
“Let me feel all of you,” he says. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
Heat licks up my spine, pooling low, spreading through me into something unstoppable. It’s a powerful feeling knowing he’s enjoying himself, too, that we can do this without causing him more pain.
He groans, the vibration ripping through my body, and I feel it everywhere. A broken sound tears from my throat as my legs shake, and I go taut, my fingers tangling in his hair.
“You like that, don’t you?” he says.
“Your mouth, Pike. Oh fuck, your mouth.”
He hums against me, smug, then sucks harder. My thighs tremble and my breath comes in sharp, uneven pants. I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it.
He flicks his tongue just right, and I cry out.
“Oh my God, I—I can’t, it’s too good.” Every stroke pulls me under again, drowning me in it.
My head tips back. It’s not enough. Nothing is enough. My body is caught between trying to escape the unbearable pleasure and grinding down, chasing more, needing more.
His fingers slip inside me.
“Yes! Right there.” The words break from me, frantic, as pleasure claws higher, sharper, and I swear I nearly collapse.
His approving growl rolls through me as his hold tightens, helping me ride his face. There’s no up, no down, just his mouth, his fingers, and the fire he’s building inside me. His stubble scrapes my skin, a perfect contrast to the devastating pressure of his tongue.
I dissolve into heat and hunger. My pulse pounds thick and insistent, every nerve strung tight, body primed for the next lick, the next touch. It’s like he knows every part of me. What I need, how I need it.
I open my mouth in a silent plea.
“Let go for me,” he says.
He curls his fingers just right, and I jolt, a wrecked sob breaking from my lips. His tongue flattens against me, and it’s too much. It’s everything.
“I can’t—Pike, I’m gonna—” The tension inside me snaps so fast I almost scream.
My entire body clenches, and I finally fall apart, but still, he doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, pulling every last tremor from my body, devouring every bit of my pleasure until I’m nothing but a whimpering, trembling mess in his hands.
He gently lifts me off him and lowers me onto my back.
My body melts into the mattress, boneless and oversensitive. His hand smoothing up my stomach is the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.
“That was the best orgasm of my life.”
“I’m not finished with you,” he says, a low chuckle slipping past his lips, because he knows exactly what he’s done to me.
“I’ll need two to four business days to recover first.”
Another quick laugh, now tinged with something dark. “There’s no rush. I’ll take my time until you’re begging me not to.” He kisses his way down my legs again, soothing and sweet, massaging each foot. “In fact, we should probably stay in this bed forever,” he murmurs, “just to be safe.”
I close my eyes and smile, still buzzing all over. My pulsatile tinnitus thrashes in my ears, matching the frantic rhythm of my heart. My IIH has unwelcome opinions about this position, but I push those thoughts aside, focusing only on the press of his lips as they work their way back up my body.
“I could be good with staying in this bed forever.”
“Perfect,” he says, trailing his mouth over the curve of my stomach. “Let me give you head, not headaches.”
I laugh and reach for him, needing more of his delicious weight.
He lowers himself down and brushes a sweaty curl off my face.
When we kiss again, it’s a perfect mix of sweet and wonderfully dirty.
We make out for what feels like hours, hands wandering, fingertips tracing skin like we’re mapping new territory, until our breaths grow heavier and Pike’s sounds melt into mine.
When he shucks his boxers, I stare.
“No way.”
He has a piercing.
Of course he has a piercing.
This is Brandon fucking Pike.
A smug smile tilts his mouth. “I promise you’ll like it.”
I do like piercings, as evidenced by the one in my nose, but it’s nothing compared to the barbell through his head.
“It was a dare,” he says, “but I realized—” He shudders as I wrap my hand around him. “Realized it made the experience better for everyone involved.”
Anticipation makes the ache between my legs unbearable. I drop my face into the crook of his shoulder as I stroke him from base to tip, desperate to get him inside me.
“Do you have condoms?”
“Of course,” he says. “You’ll never have to ask.”
Unexpected tears prick my eyes.
“Hey.” He thumbs them away. “Just tell me what you need.”
“I need you,” I say, then move so I’m on top. Small black stars dot my vision for a second, but the throb in my skull lessens a fraction. “When I’m flaring, gravity is my friend.”
He rubs my thighs, his mouth parting as his gaze moves to my chest. “Apparently, mine as well.”
“Sometimes I black out when things get intense. Before it goes to your ego, let me tell you: That’s all me.”
He chuckles, but just as quickly, his brow creases. “Wait, what?”
“It doesn’t always happen, but it can, with my pressure. Usually, I just get lightheaded. Don’t hold back because you’re afraid to hurt me.”
“We don’t have to—”
I put a finger to his lips. “I want to.”
“Anything else?”
“Don’t dangle my head upside down off the bed.”
His abrupt laugh vibrates my body. “Tall demands.”
“What about you? What bothers you?”
“I don’t think you could do anything to bother me,” he says earnestly.
“Stuff bothers me, and I haven’t even had major surgeries. There are a million ways to do this.”
“A million sounds like a good start.”
He sits up, pulling me more firmly into his lap. With nothing left between us, it becomes difficult to concentrate as our bodies press together. I’m sure he can feel my erratic heartbeat, but his arms around me are steady. His quiet strength pours gasoline over the fire kindling inside me.
“Standing up for too long,” he says. “I just can’t have sex that way anymore.”
“A million ways,” I remind him. “I couldn’t care less if that’s one of them.”
He kisses me again, sweet at first, but it grows with hunger until the world blurs into insignificance.
He grabs a condom. I push him gently onto his back and lower myself over him, inch by breathtaking inch, until all that remains is sharp-edged bliss. I gasp, my senses pushed into overload.
“Skylar,” Pike grits out, holding me still. “Just—stay like this for a second. You feel unreal.”
I brace my hands on his chest and give him a moment. The stretch is exquisite. He’s so deep inside me his piercing rubs against places I didn’t even know existed.
He reaches between us, his thumb working soft, steady magic that turns me liquid until we’re both ready to move. Another tortured sigh escapes him when I rock my hips forward. I do it again, and again, until we find the perfect rhythm.
I love learning what he likes. I memorize the bitten-off noises that leave his mouth, the way he drives up into me, how he relishes every desperate sound I let out.
His words are full of praise and adoration, but his eyes flicker with a possessive gleam.
And his hands. God, those hands. Each touch is more filthy than the next, only intensifying the all-consuming way he fills me.
“Fuck, look at you.” He tilts my hips back, watching us move together. “So damn gorgeous, the way you take me.”
Pleasure zips up my spine, an unrelenting inferno.
It’s terrifying how much I want this—how much I want him.
But that noise fades away with every slide of skin against skin.
I’ve spent so much time fighting this, trying to control something that was clearly inevitable.
Now, all I can think is how grateful I am that neither of us gave up.
When my muscles begin to shake, he takes over, wrapping me in his arms before gently flipping us. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs, kissing my temple.
He props my head up with pillows, making sure I’m comfortable, before taking me in long, unhurried strokes. It’s slower, more intimate. My man likes to kiss while he fucks.
“That’s it,” he breathes, dragging his lips along my jaw. “Just feel me everywhere.”
I surrender to him, my body no longer my own as he learns me in real time, adjusting to every reaction. When he finds the perfect angle, he drives into me harder. I struggle to kiss him back, too overcome by the emotions welling up inside me.
“Never gonna get enough of this,” Pike says. He cups my face, and I think if I died right now, I’d have no regrets.
He’s unraveling every fear I’ve ever had, one by one.
Every kiss, every deliberate snap of his hips, feels like a promise, the start of something I’ve been waiting for my entire life.
I can’t believe we’ve made it here, how every messy, unexpected step led us to this moment.
There’s no more pretending, no more walls between us, just me and him.
I didn’t expect him to feel like home, but here we are, and I can’t imagine ever wanting to be anywhere else.
“More,” I beg. “I’m getting closer.”
He lifts my legs over one shoulder, getting deeper and making me feel a million times fuller. I clench around him, that piercing driving me to ecstasy, and another low moan works from his throat. I want him to feel this, too, as completely and endlessly as I do.
“Don’t stop, Pike.” My stomach coils tighter. “I need it, need you—”
His thrusts increase until I can do nothing but feel. White-hot pleasure floods my senses. I fist the sheets, my vision fading. He slips a hand between my legs again.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”
I meet his heated stare and nearly come undone at the bliss written across his face. Half-lidded and lost in euphoria, he can barely keep his eyes open either.
“I want all of you,” he says roughly. “All of you is mine.”
It’s his words that tip me over the edge again. Knowing he wants me for more than this, even on the bad days, is everything.
“I’m yours, Pike. Only yours.”
“Skylar.” His voice catches on my name, like he’s trying to hold back, but his control shatters as he gives in. The rhythm of his hips falters, his body tensing before a ragged, broken shout escapes him. We come together, the world narrowing to only us.
He releases my trembling legs and relaxes on top of me, breathless and sweaty but happy beyond a doubt. I did that, I think. We did that. Brandon Pike is happy because of us.
“I don’t even have words for that,” I say, then laugh because it’s so good. When he aims another blissed-out smile at me, I know I’ll remember this moment forever.
We kiss as we return to reality, deep, languid kisses interspersed with savoring breaths and whispered affection, neither of us willing to part. Eventually, he curls up with me, our legs stacked and our foreheads pressed together.
I run my fingers through his matted hair. “Were you able to disconnect?” He said he always gets stuck in his head.
“Didn’t want to. I’ve never wanted to be more present.” He rubs my back. “Can I get you anything? How’s your head?”
A band of pressure has tightened around it, and my vision is still speckled with black, but I’m grateful I can still focus on Pike’s addictive scent and the warmth of his arms.
“Can you squeeze my head? That sometimes helps.”
I show him how to gently press his large palms on the sides of my head. I’m sure it’s different from what he expected, but he squeezes while nuzzling into my neck. Sleep begins to tug at our spent bodies.
“I need to grab my ice from my room,” I say. “Plus meds and things I need to sleep. But, Pike?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I want to wake up together tomorrow.”
“Of course.” He sweeps a thumb over my swollen lips, kisses the tip of my nose. “I want you in my bed today, tomorrow, and as many days as you’ll give me. This is different.”
My heart threatens to burst out of my chest.
“For me too.”