Page 31 of Strike Zone

I flick my tongue over the crest of his cock before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tip, teasing him as I pull away. “Tell… me.”

“If I die with my cock in your mouth, I’ll die a happy man.”

“That’s a weird thing to say.” I crank my neck back to catch his gaze, puzzled by his lack of smooth-talk.

He fists his hands in my hair, holding me steady. “I want to fuck your mouth so bad my whole fucking body aches right now. Is that what you want to hear? Or that my pulse is racing so hard it’s pounding in my ears. I want you, Diana. I have to know what it feels like to thrust my cock into that smart mouth of yours.”

My lips part around the tip of his cock before taking as much of his length as I can into my mouth. He’s so big that even as he hits the back of my throat, it’s still not all of him. He doesn’t let go of my hair, but I’m still in complete control, setting the pace, letting my tongue explore his cock—steel encased in velvety-soft skin.

“Oh fuck… Diana.” He can’t take his eyes off me as I move up and down, relishing every thrust in and out of my mouth, his groans of pleasure spurring me on to take more, faster, harder. “Holy shit.”

Running my hands up the inside of his legs, I brace them on his thighs, giving myself over to sensation, moaning with delight, letting it vibrate along the length of him. I’m consumed by lust, desperate to watch him fall apart beneath me.

When I know he’s close, I still myself, waiting for him to set his own rhythm, a thrill coursing through me. There’s a difference between giving a guy a blow job and letting him fuck your mouth.

“Don’t stop. You look so fucking good when you’re on your knees.”

I press soft kisses from the base of his cock, up the length of him, stopping shy of the tip. “If you want it… take it.”

With his hands still fisted in my hair, he tightens his grip. “Open those pouty lips of yours.” I do as he asks, gasping as he takes me with a hard, sharp thrust of his hips. “Fuck me, that’s it.”

He circles his hips, easing almost out of my mouth before sliding back in, slowly picking up the pace, his head dropping back as he relishes every thrust, ripping his pleasure from my lips. Heat pools between my thighs, wet and ready for his big, beautiful cock.

“Jesus, your mouth is so damn perfect. If you don’t want a mouthful of cum, I suggest you pull away because, holy shit, I can’t. It’s too fucking good.” He continues to thrust, and I take it, pumping him harder, swirling my tongue over the crest on every upward stroke.

I don’t know why, but I need this—to watch him splinter into a million pieces because of me. He sets a punishing rhythm, climbing higher and higher until he can’t hold back any longer. His orgasm pulses through him, a warm shot of cum hitting the back of my throat, but I still can’t relinquish his cock, my eyes fixed on him as he crashes over the edge, shouting my name as he comes hard.

“Diana… oh fuck… yes… Diana.” My name is a plea on his lips as he rides the aftershocks, his whole body undulating beneath me. I sit back on my heels, the sight of him undone in the afterglow causing a physical ache between my legs.

The moment his eyes find mine, they’re dark, sexy, and clouded by desire. Holding his hand out to steady me, he wets his lips, raking the length of me as I get to my feet. Without a word, he hitches my dress up to my waist, discarding my lace panties in one fluid motion, tapping my left leg to step out of them.

I expect him to slip on a condom or thrust his fingers inside me, but instead, he takes my hands and places them either side of him on the back of the sofa. “Hold tight, southpaw.” He grabs me by the thighs and hoists me up his body, taking my weight as if it were nothing more than a feather. I cling to the sofa, curling my fingers over the top to steady myself.

When he has me where he wants, he slides down between my legs, parted wide as they’ll go as he positions himself so I can ride his face. “Fuck, you taste good, Diana. You’re already soaking wet and ready to ride me.”

I begin to move, letting the scruff of his jaw tantalize me while the wet warmth of his tongue sends me spiraling. Whatever shred of control I thought I had is gone in a haze of animalistic need. He devours me, groaning as he licks, nips, and sucks my pussy, reveling in the pleasure he knows I crave from him at this moment.

Within seconds, I can feel the familiar beginnings of my release unfurling deep in my core. I’m so turned on, I was on the brink before he even touched me. Using the back of the sofa for leverage, I ride his face with wild abandon, any thoughts of tomorrow discarded on the floor next to my panties.

“Oh God… Linc… fuck… oh God, yeah.” It feels too damn good, and when I find myself on the edge, there’s no holding back. Linc sends me roaring into the abyss, freefalling as my release takes over, radiating through every fiber of my being. My legs are shaking uncontrollably, my voice hoarse, and I scream his name. “Linc… yes… oh fuck yes… Linc.”

I collapse against the sofa as Linc continues to rain featherlight kisses between my quivering thighs. Struggling to catch my breath, I can’t take anymore, shifting away from his touch.

“Fucking hell, you taste like honeydew melon when you come.”

My limbs are so weak, I can’t even right my dress, exposed to Linc’s hungry gaze. “Holy shit, that was… intense.”

“Still don’t want to take me home tonight? I don’t know about you, but for me, this was just an appetizer.”

“I’m not taking you home.” I try to say it with conviction, but even my voice is shaking.

“Say it like you mean it. I’m going to fuck you tonight, Diana, and that’s not up for debate. We both know it, so the only real question is where. I can fuck you right here, quick and dirty. You can take me back to your place, and I’ll use both of the condoms in my wallet. Or… I can take you back to my place and fuck you in every room, on every surface, and the orgasm you just had will seem like nothing more than a good French kiss by comparison.”

I know I’m going to regret this in the morning.

“Your place it is.”

Chapter Eight