Page 23 of Within Striking Distance
“Striker…” Her plea is a breathy moan, and she squirms, bucking her hips as her hands tangle in my hair, her nails digging into my scalp. “Please.”
Putting her out of her misery, I band one arm over her stomach and run my tongue along her pussy, groaning at her taste. “Fucking perfect, pixie.”
She whimpers, and the sound is like music to my ears. I press my tongue flat against her, teasing her with a long, lazy stroke.
“Mm… Yes,” she moans, and my dick pulses.
I lick her again, torturing her with every flick of my tongue until she’s a writhing mess beneath me. She spreads her legs wider, splayed out for me like a goddamn feast. I suck her clit into my mouth and slide a finger inside her tight heat, loving the way she squeezes around me. Christ, with the way her body contracts, I don’t think she’s going to last long.
“Oh!” she cries out, her fingers tugging on my hair.
My dick is rock hard, leaking in my boxers, but this isn’t about me, it’s about her.
I add another finger, increasing my ministrations on her clit, my efforts rewarded with a whimper followed by soft moans.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps, her hips bucking as my fingers graze the sensitive spot inside her. “Oh mon Dieu!Please don’t stop.”
I grin against her warm skin, loving the way she slips into her native tongue. It’s fucking sexy.
“Are you going to come for me, pixie?”
She grinds against my face as her orgasm shudders through her. “Mm… Yes. Right there.”
I lift my head, my fingers still moving inside her, but I need to watch her come undone as her body trembles and her release coats my hand. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair mussed. She looks wild as she bites down on her puffy bottom lip and arches her back.
I remove my fingers and burymy tongue between her legs, lapping up every drop until she tugs on my hair, squirming beneath me.
Kissing my way up her stomach, I trail my lips over her feverish skin, goosebumps pebbling, until I reach her mouth. She opens for me without hesitation, and I delve inside, losing myself in her drugging kisses.
My erection presses into her sensitive flesh, and she gasps, her hand coming down to palm me through my boxers. I pull away from her lips, gazing down at her.
“You’re pierced,” she whispers.
It’s not a question, but I nod. Brushing her hair off her face, I lean in and kiss the tip of her exposed nose. “It’s okay. We don’t have to go any further. This was never about sex for me.”
It was about getting her out of my system, but just like I knew it would, the opposite has happened. I don’t know how I’m supposed to walk away from her after knowing what she tastes like, what she looks like when she’s coming undone because of me. I’m completely screwed.
She licks her swollen lips, her chest rising and falling. “What does it feel like?”
My lips tug into a small smirk and I grind against her palm. “Not gonna lie, it feels fucking incredible.”
I got my Jacob’s ladder when I turned eighteen. My life was spiralling out of control, and I was doing anything and everything I shouldn’t be. The guilt over my part in what happened when I was fourteen weighed heavily, and I was looking for a way to punish myself. My ink serves to remind me of what I’ve done, and my piercings are my penance.
“Show me,” she murmurs, squeezing my hard length gently and pulling me back into the moment.
“Are you sure?”
She nods. “If we’ve only got tonight, I want everything.”
My heart kicks in my chest, and I want to tell her we don’t have to rush, that we can have more, but the words get stuck in my throat. It’s a lie. We can’t have more. I can’t give her what she deserves. But for tonight, I can give her what she wants.
I kiss her deeply, rocking into her hand until I can’t take it any longer. Tearing myself away from her, I reach over to the bedside table and pray it’s stocked with the necessities. Of course, being a sex club where the clientele is literally here for one thing, I hit the jackpot.
Shifting so I can remove my boxers, my cock ready for her, I rip open the foil package with my teeth and roll the condom down my shaft, then add lube. Even though she just came, my cock is thicker than my fingers, and I don’t want to hurt her.
When I settle between her legs, I run my gaze over her perfect body, trembling in anticipation. Deep down, I know I’ve already gone too far, ruining myself for anyone else, but I’m powerless to stop it. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
“If you want to stop,” I say, notching myself at her entrance, “all you have to do is say the word, pixie. You’re in charge.”
