Page 68 of Oleander
After he’s all patched up, Skyler gets out the food I packed. This meal is about nourishment, not taste, but I still smile when I see my favorite homemade bread wrapped in parchment paper, tins of dried meat, fresh fruit, and a jar of almond butter.
“We need to refuel, especially you.Eat up.” Skyler opens the tin of fruit and pops a fresh strawberry into his mouth.
I don’t argue, unwrapping the parchment paper and grabbing a thick slice of sourdough bread. I smear a generous helping of almond butter on top while Skyler makes his own version of a sandwich, adding slices of strawberries and bananas.
“PB and J,” Skyler mumbles around a mouthful, almond butter sticking to the corners of his mouth. “You should try it.”
I toss some strawberries on top of my open-faced sandwich, moaning as the tart berries burst on my tongue and counteract the sticky sweetness of the nut butter. “So good,” I murmur, and we continue eating our rations in silence.
After we fill our bellies, Skyler and I discuss our next move. We need to be strategic. We’re running out of time.
“We have until sunrise to find and kill a hellhoundor three.Preferably three. I’m not letting any of those fuckers think they’re better than me by failing to get a single kill. It can’t happen.”
“I agree,” I say, and he looks at me in surprise.
“You do?”
“Yes.With hellhounds, we know exactly what we’re doing: how to fight them and how to defeat them. What happened was a fluke. An anomaly I was not wholly prepared for?—”
“I doubt any other competitor has faced a spirit of the dead and lived to tell the tale,” he says, defending me. “This situation was out of our control, and we fuckinghandledit.”
“Youhandled it, and I’ll forever be in your debt because of it.You saved me, Sky.”
We stare at each other in silence, letting my words settle in.
“You owe me absolutely nothing except continuing to be your true, authentic self. You’re so fucking strong, Ander. So brave. Courageous. Kind.” His eyes zero in on my mouth, and my heart skips a beat, excitement stirring inside of me a little too easily after a near-death experience.
Or maybe it’sbecauseof it.
“Come here,” he whispers, holding out a hand. I allow him to tug me over to his lap, where I crawl on top and straddle him. I lean forward and press my lips to his, licking at the seam of his mouth until he opens for me. My magic is tapped out at this point, so the poison is dormant. Skyler uses the air like a tender caress, wrapping his magic around us in a physical embrace. We kiss deeply, letting the heavy weight of the evening’s events melt away. I rock my hips into his, unable to stop myself from grinding our erections together.
“Sky. . .” I need to feel close to him right now. After everything that happened, I need this like I need my next breath. We almost lost each other when fate just brought us together. I have to feel connected to him.I have to.
We scramble to remove our clothes, continuing to kiss the entire time. I grab the pack next to me, feeling around in the bottom until my fingers brush the cool jar of lube.
“Here,” I pant into his mouth, setting the jar next to us on the wooden platform. “Fuck me.Please.”
Skyler’s eyes darken, and he doesn’t even hesitate. He unscrews the jar, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. “Pull your knees back and spread your legs for me.”
Heat fills my cheeks, and my skin prickles, a shudder racing down my spine. I comply with his demand, embarrassed and turned on at the same time. I grip my thighs behind my knees and pull them back.
Skyler wastes no time, teasing the rim of my asshole with his cool, slick fingers. He rubs slow circles, easily building me up, without really doing anything. I’m desperate for him, needy and on the verge of exploding. He pushes my knees further back, opening me up even more and slipping his finger inside.
“Ohh,” I moan quietly. “Oh goddess, that feels incredible.”
He adds another finger, curving them to hit my sweet spot, and I nearly bite my tongue to stop the cry from rushing out of my lips. My cock bounces, slapping against my stomach as he shakes my entire body with the force of his fingers.
My breathing is ragged, and Skyler’s gaze flicks to my mouth, igniting a primal, explosive need. Our desire for each other is near volcanic, and we’re about to erupt. He slips his fingers out of my ass and crawls up my body, positioning himself between my spread thighs and pressing his cock to my opening.
He claims my lips at the same time as he claims my hole, plunging his tongue into my mouth and his cock into my ass with a single thrust. Skyler swallows my cries, pulling out so that only his cockhead remains inside. He surges forward, punching the breath from my lungs as he fills me up. Pleasure and pain blend together, blurring my vision like a watercolor painting. The pressure inside me builds with each stroke, and the feeling of being penetrated and stretched nearly pushes me over the edge. I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him to pound into me even deeper as my cock grinds against his stomach. My pulse soars as Skyler kisses across my cheek and nibbles on my ear, licking and biting on the sensitive tip.
I explode against his abs, my hole pulsing around his cock rhythmically. Skyler’s thrusts stutter until he slams into me one last time, pressing and grinding himself deep.
“Fuck, Sky. Fill me up. I need your cum inside of me.”
Skyler chokes on nothing, his cock pulsing one more time before he pulls out, and we both lie staring at the canopy above. My breath is uneven, but the orgasm relaxed me, and I lie here for a moment enjoying the release.
“That was fucking amazing, Ander. I’ve never felt anything like being inside you. Nothing could compare.”
