Page 84 of Strike Zone

His fingers curl around my hip. Is it a warning? Or is he encouraging me?

“You going to finish what you started outside?” he asks.

“I think I might.” Snaking my arm up his chest and around his neck, I run my fingers through his hair and tug gently. Just enough to pull him closer to my mouth.

For me kissing has always been the equivalent to putting keys in a car. You do it once to start the car and get the engine going. Once I got the guy turned on, I didn’t need to repeat the step again. I didn’t want to.

When I kiss Wyatt, we aren’t just kissing to get to the next thing. His lips roam over my body with precision as if he is drawing a map and making notes on how I respond to his touch.

He kisses my neck and scrapes his teeth over the freckle I have there making my hips buck and my body slide against his. He travels lower down my chest, his mustache grazing my sensitive skin. I’ve decided that I am very much pro mustache and look forward to this same feeling between my thighs.

He pushes me on my back and covers me from limb to limb. He’s keeping me warmer than any blanket ever could. “I missed you last night,” he says, working himself further down my body.

Cool air washes over my body as he positions himself between my legs. I’m so desperate for him after watching him walk around the house in his jeans and ripped shirts exposing all of his oblique muscles. I’ll never complain about folding his old ratty T-shirts again. In fact, I may go through all his shirts and cut the sleeves off myself.

“I was looking forward to doing this all day yesterday.” He drags his tongue up my left thigh. My body shivers and it isn't from the cold. “Kept thinking how good you were going to taste.” He licks my right thigh and bites me at the juncture of my thigh and hip, making me whimper.

He spreads my thighs apart with his shoulders. My muscles burn from stretching further than they’re used to as he licks me up my wet center and my heels dig into the blankets.

“Fucking delicious,” he says, before going back for another taste. I move my ass around and pull on his hair to get him where I want him—where I need him—but he doesn’t seem to care. He throws his arm over my hips, pinning me down.

“Wyatt,” I plead with him. I need more.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, putting a finger inside me. “You liked this the other night.” He adds a second finger stretching me. “Or maybe you want me to play with your clit. That's what really gets you going. Doesn't it, birdie?” He licks and sucks on my clit while working his fingers inside me.

“Yes!” I moan and tighten my grip on his hair. He switches out his fingers for his tongue. His mustache tickles my skin and when he pushes against my clit, my muscles tighten and waves of pleasure roll through me. “Wyatt,” I say, breathlessly as he continues to clean up the mess he's made of me.

He crawls back over my body, kissing me as he goes. He cages my head in with his arms and drags his cock between my legs. The sensation is almost too much. “Wyatt,” I plead, clinging to his biceps.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Look at how desperate your greedy little cunt is for my cock.” He adds a little more pressure and I almost come again. Instead he pulls back. “No way. You don’t get to come again until I’m inside you,” he says, then speed walks over to where we laid out our wet clothes to dry. He comes back with a condom and hands it to me. “Put it on me, birdie.”

Drunk on desire he kneels between my legs like a statue. I want to study every sculpted inch of him. I run a finger along the ridge of bone at his waist. He tenses and shoots me a warning with his eyes. I rip the foil package open with my teeth and toss it aside. He releases a feral groan when I finally wrap my hand around him.

I take my time feeling the smooth velvety skin of his cock and teasing him, before my impatience gets the best of me.

He removes my glasses and puts them to the side. I start to protest. I won’t be able to see him very well. I can see enough to not run into walls, but I barely caught the wink he gave me the other night. I'm guessing it was a wink. He could have just been blinking for all I know.

I don’t want to miss his smile or the way his brow bends in concentration.

“Just feel me, birdie,” he says, placing my hands on his face. “Feel what you do to me.” He pushes the tip of his cock inside and releases a low groan. Then drags it back out slowly and pushes back in at a similar speed. He takes his time allowing me to acclimate to his size.

There is a gentleness to his touch that is unexpected. His movements are purposeful. A hand on my face. Then my breast and down my side and back again. He dips his head into my neck, kissing and nipping my sensitive skin.

"Birdie," he groans my name. "Feels fucking perfect, birdie."

My heart careens with his words, falling deeper with this man. It's too much, but I can't stop begging him for more.

“Is this the best you got?” I ask to provoke him on and remove the weight I feel on my heart. “You said you would ruin me.”

He takes a slow breath, then grips me underneath my thighs and thrusts into me hard enough to knock the wind out of me. He pulls his cock out slowly, almost to the tip, then slams back into me again. “Is this what you want?” He folds himself over my body to whisper in my ear.

We’re alone in the middle of nowhere. There’s no need to whisper. Yet, he does. He draws me near and grips the back of my neck.

“Do you want me to fuck you so hard your cunt only craves my cock? Because I will.”

“Yes. That’s what I want,” I say, dragging my nails across his skin clawing at his back. He grunts and growls into my neck, pumping harder, faster, striking me exactly where I need him most. The tension builds down my spine. I wrap my legs around Wyatt, pulling him closer as my pussy tightens around him and I come.

“Fuck, baby.” His hair falls over his eyes and I push it out of the way. I caress his face, looking for any indication of how he's feeling. His jaw is tight and he’s biting down on his lip. His cock swells then pulses inside me. “Do you feel that?” he asks, cradling my face in his hands. I nod. "Do you feel how good you milk my cock? You're fucking perfect." He leans down to kiss me.

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