Chapter Eleven #2
Skylar tenses beneath me, crying into my mouth as his hands tighten where they have gripped my biceps. My tongue fucks into his mouth in time with each stroke of my hand.
As I pull away, he’s a moaning mess, looking down as best he can to watch as I work us closer and closer to release.
I can feel every inch of his hot skin rubbing against mine. My crown catches his every few strokes and sends shockwaves of pleasure straight through me—the pulse slamming through the underside of my shaft is just slightly offbeat with the pulse of his.
I can feel everything.
“You look so pretty like this, Skylar,” I praise. He sucks in a large breath of air. “All sloppy and wet, so fucking pretty. You’re doing so good.”
“Fuck! If you keep talking, I’ll come.”
I moan into his neck, nipping at him playfully as he bucks against me.
“I can’t help it; I have to tell you. You have to know how good you are. You feel so fucking good against me—just how I thought you would.” My mouth seems to be running away from me, and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop it.
“Everett!” he cries, causing my own hips to jerk forward. “Please, fucking please. I don’t want to come, please stop.”
Skylar is so desperate to keep this going, to keep me flush against him—to have this pleasure coursing through his veins.
But my desperation to see what face he’ll make as he explodes is rising higher and higher; my own release is inevitable. With each bat of his lashes, each whimper that falls from his pouty lips, I get closer and closer to falling right off the ledge.
God, I can’t wait to watch him come.
“Why, puppy?” I sound just as needy as I feel. “Come on me. I want it; give it to me.”
Skylar groans again, hands reaching out to grip both sides of my face. “Please stop. Let—ahh fuck—let me enjoy this for a bit longer.”
He’s pleading.
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.
I make an effort to keep some of his come on my tongue as he slips from my mouth, and even as he’s still gasping out grunts and pleas, I capture his mouth with mine, pushing the remainder of it onto his tongue.
Skylar chokes for a moment, swallowing what he can and letting the rest drip down and onto his chin. I stare at him, all messy and obscene, before licking him clean once more.
“Fuck, that’s so hot, Everett,” he says, and it sounds broken, torn apart, worn out.
He has no idea how hot things can get.
Instead of pointing this out, I chuckle, feeling his chest firmly against mine now that I’ve crawled back up the length of his body. Skylar sits up, and I’m forced back, now sitting on his lap as those big eyes peer up at me.
He looks so soft beneath me; this whole scene looks so right, even as I know it’s not. I should get up—I should remember who I am. I should be brushing my teeth to try and forget how good his come tastes coating my palate.
But before I can commit to doing any of those things, Skylar’s long fingers are wrapping around my neglected cock, and it has me momentarily spazzing as my head falls forward to rest against his shoulder.
“W-what are you doing?” I ask, and he begins to stroke me.
“Let me,” is all he says in response, breathless and without room for argument.
There is no prying his wanting hands off me now—he is coiling himself even tighter still around my throat.
Skylar is latching on and squeezing, and I fear that I’m at the point of suffocating where you feel so lightheaded that you can’t be bothered to have rational thoughts; everything is sensation.
And man, sensation it is.
His hand moves faster, and as soon as I lift my head to meet his eyes, I find him already watching me in pure fascination. His other hand reaches up to grip the back of my neck, to keep me with him, to take hold of his prey.
“That feels really good,” I admit, and he grins, twisting his wrist slightly as he pumps over my head. The action causes me to grunt, so he does it again on each upstroke.
“Yeah? You like that, Evie?”
“Uh-huh,” I mutter, forcing the sound out as I struggle under the weight of this pleasure. “Squeeze me harder.”
Skylar leans forward, licking over my lips at the same time that his grip tightens. I buck against him, against the feeling of his wet tongue and his torturous hand, sucking in a harsh breath.
“Yeah, baby,” he purrs, “just like that.”
His fingers are kneading the back of my neck.
Who taught him to talk like this?!
Oh, well. I guess it doesn’t matter. Not in this moment.
“You’re doing so good, puppy,” I praise for what feels like the millionth time tonight. But it feels like sex to say, and he flushes every time he hears it. “You stroke me so well.”
“Every time you open your mouth, I want to come again,” he complains.
I grasp one side of his face, leaning forward to lick up his jaw, down his neck, over his ears. He’s whimpering beneath me, and I’m barely touching him—such a sweet little thing.
I can feel the pleasure coiling deep in the pit of my stomach with every warm breath of his that hits my skin, with every flick of his wrist and every little sound that tumbles from his lips. I lean back just enough to reveal what he’s doing to me.
“Watch,” I command, and his eyes fall to my dick where it pulses in his hand, to the filthy moment we’re sharing. I groan at the sight of him watching, my balls drawing up fast and tight. “I’m gonna come, Sky.”
“Come for me, then,” he says, and I gasp as my hand tightens on his cheek, the other digging into my own thigh as I paint the both of us in my come.
I watch his hand move; I watch my release slide between his fingers and our overlapped legs.
And as I finally tear my eyes away to meet his, something hot and thick forms in my throat. My chest aches, tears forming before I can register why. But I’m coming, and it feels like so much when he’s watching me, when it’s by his hand.
“That’s it,” Skylar encourages. “Give it to me. Give me your pleasure—it belongs to me now.”