Page 8 of Surrendering the Skies

She turned to Ash and tapped her foot, feigning impatience. “Well?”

He removed his shirt and let it drop to the floor, revealing the bulky muscles of his chest and arms. Lacing his fingers behind his head, he leaned back farther in the chair and smirked. “Make it look good,” he said, nodding toward the tablet.

Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t complain. She sank to her knees between his legs and ran her palms up over his thighs. The button of his pants offered little resistance to her nimble fingers, and she pulled down the zipper at the same deliberate pace she had used earlier. He raised his hips when she slipped her hands inside the waistband and let her slide them down.

All that separated her from his thick erection was a thin layer of cotton. Geneva rested her elbows on his legs, pushing her breasts together, and walked her fingers up the length of his cock until she arrived at the elastic of his boxers. Without taking her eyes off his, she slowly peeled back his underwear, exposing his rock-hard shaft. She kept her face close to it, letting her warm breath dance over the bulbous head, yet didn’t come in contact with any part of it.

Ash brushed the stray strands of hair away from her forehead then grabbed her messy ponytail near the base. “What do you think?” His gaze never left her. “Should we keep her like this, or do you have a better idea?”

“Honestly,” Marcus said, “it’s not the greatest angle for me.”

“Not a problem.” Reaching beneath her arms, he hauled her up off the floor and returned her to his lap so they both faced the screen again. “Better?”

“Much.”

Ash unhooked the back of her bra and yanked it down her arms. Before it hit the floor, he assaulted her neck from behind with his mouth, covering her delicate skin with rough kisses. His palms meandered over the front of her body, skimming the top of her panties. Without warning, he grabbed the flimsy fabric and tore it off of her, flinging the remnants to the side.

“Hey!” She winced from the sting of the snapping elastic, though the discomfort quickly faded. “I needed those. It’s not like I can replace them easily out here in the middle of nowhere.”

“You have plenty of extras. I watched you pack.”

Marcus snorted. “Just one of many casualties.”

She tried to shoot him a disapproving glare. The heat building in her core prevented her from maintaining any annoyance. Ash’s hands rose to cup her breasts, kneading and fondling her flesh with the same intensity. She writhed around in an effort to feel more of his cock, but his strong arms kept her trapped in place.

A gasp of delight pierced the air when his fingers found her nipples. Despite the arousal flooding her senses, she snuck a peek at the tablet. Marcus’s hand encircled his erection in a loose grip, and he gave it a few steady strokes as he stared at her from countless miles away. The raw ache of missing him collided with her relentless cravings, and she wanted to find a way to erase some of the distance between them.

Geneva groped around behind her, seeking out Ash’s cock. His roguish chuckle resonated near her ear as his palms skimmed down the front of her body. He spread her thighs apart, giving an unobstructed view of her pussy to the camera. Her face grew hot as she lay trapped in such an immodest, provocative position, yet the exhilaration she felt was undeniable.

She squirmed in his lap, seeking out more of his intimate touch. “Come on, Ash,” she pleaded. “What are you waiting for?”

He teased at her cleft with one fingertip, eliciting a shudder. “I’m not the one you should be asking.”

Tension coiled in her muscles as he ran his finger up and down, never progressing too far. She had no choice but to play his game. “Marcus,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper. “Tell him…tell him to…”

He lay still on the bed, eyes glimmering in the darkness. “Don’t hold back on my account.”

Ash rested his chin on her shoulder to peer at the screen. “I’m going to need a little more enthusiasm from you, too.”

“Fine, then.” His grasp on his cock tightened. “Fuck her. Hard.”

Maneuvering her as if she weighed nothing, Ash tilted her forward. The head of his cock rubbed against her slit as he aligned her hips with his. Exhaling, Geneva slid down on his shaft, letting him fill her. His lips skimmed over her shoulder again as his hands returned to her breasts. When she tried to roll her hips and set a steady tempo, he held her in place, preventing her from moving.

She whimpered as she struggled to writhe about. Sharp teeth grazed the sensitive skin at her neck, but there was no escape. Yearning for more stimulation, she slipped one hand between her legs, toward the junction of their bodies. Ash swatted it away. “Uh-uh,” he said, resuming his probing explorations of her flesh. “You need to ask permission. And not from me.”

Geneva made one more attempt at regaining control, but she knew she’d lost. “Marcus?”

“Mm-hmm?” The soft tones emanating from the speakers helped soothe some of her frustration.

Ash bucked up into her with a short thrust, increasing the difficulty of forming coherent words. “Am I allowed to touch myself?” she asked.

Marcus stroked his cock, his motions slow and deliberate. “No. Not yet.”

She bit her lower lip as Ash moved at the same careful pace, helpless to do anything but wait for their next command. Taking care not to disturb the tablet, she braced her hands on the desk to help maintain her balance as he pumped into her pussy. Tinges of pleasure prickled over her nerves, yet she needed more. “Please, Marcus?”

“I said no.”

Ash’s finger appeared at her lips. “I guess you’re going to have to be patient,” he said. As he spoke, he slipped his finger into her mouth, followed by a second one.

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