Page 48 of Striking Range

“Evie,” he says, and without needing another word, I’m ripping my shirt off, losing a few buttons in the process.

I can buy another.

“Sky, let me blow you,” I beg. “Let me have a taste.”

I have never been as confident as Skylar. In fact, begging and pleading and yearning are embedded in my DNA. And yet, this feels… so much better than it ever has before. It feels new.

His eyes widen. “O-okay.”

Dropping to my knees, I grab Skylar’s hips and pull his ass to the edge of the bed. Suddenly, I am very happy that we are day drinking. The daylight bleeding into the room reveals every little inch of his tanned skin—bares him fully to me.

“No one else has seen you like this, have they?” I already know the answer, but the possessive, perverted side of me really wants the confirmation.

He simply shakes his head, peering down at me from where he’s propped himself up onto his elbows.

“That’s so good,” I groan. “So fucking good, Sky.”

Skylar shivers, one hand coming down to tangle itself into my hair. There is so much to look at—his dick, hard and red and in my face, the way his stomach is tensing under each hot breath I release, and his hardening nipples.

Every inch of him looks so soft.

Knowing his unapologetically blunt and sometimes entirely too cold personality, there is something quite sexy about being the only one to find that what lies underneath his clothes is the complete opposite. As if he’s been saving this revelation just for me.

Skylar may be vicious and poisonous when he wants to be, but once I strip him down to nothing, he’s my soft little puppy once again.

My gaze lifts to meet his, and those blue eyes are blown wide—curious and full of anticipation. Of desire, vulnerability, and fear.

It’s good—too good, even. So good that I’m scared I might come just from looking at him.

And with that face burned into my memory, I flick my tongue out and drag it over his leaking head, tasting him.

Skylar cries out as his taste explodes over my tongue, salty and sweet and so him that I could sob. It’s far better than I imagined.

I’ve tasted plenty of women in my life, but nothing like this. Nothing like him. So, I lick him again and again, humming under the flavor, under the warmth of his skin.

Skylar is panting, fingers yanking at the hair they’re curled around. I take him deeper, massaging what I can’t swallow with my hand, feeling my own spit leak between my fingers. It’s making everything sloppy, messy, and sticky.

“Fuck, Evie, please.”

I pull off, taking in a large gulp of air as I peer up at him. He’s staring at me like I’ve just shown him a whole new world. And I did. I am.

“You taste so good, puppy,” I tell him, and Skylar whines. He actually fucking whines, loud and desperate as my tongue drags up the bottom of his length. He’s hot, pulsing against me.

“God, this is embarrassing. I’m already close,” he complains, and I give him a wet kiss at the base of his dick.

“That’s okay. It’s your first time; that’s normal. Want me to stop?”

“Maybe? I don’t want this to end yet.” He sounds so delicious like this. All desperate and at my mercy. I’ll do anything he asks of me, anything he commands.

I stand, giving him a moment to come down from the peak he was cresting. I watch him watch me, all doe-eyed and dependent on my every move.

Skylar inhales sharply as I unbutton my slacks, letting them drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, I gently kick them to the side.

“Can I?” he asks, sitting up and reaching for my briefs.

I let him, silently dropping my arms to my sides. Skylar yanks the fabric down, startling himself when my stiff cock springs free, smacking into my stomach. Those wide eyes devour me, taking in every hard, leaking inch.

They slowly rise to meet mine a moment later, and he breathes out, “Fuck.”