Page 19 of Come Out, Come Out

She’s sitting so pretty for me too, not even trying to move her hips to get the friction I can tell she so desperately needs by the way her thighs clench and shake around my waist. This moment is all for me and I love that she’s handing it over so selflessly. I should reward her. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and kiss her deeply for another minute, inhaling every last sip of her that I can, then I release her and lean back, stroking my fingers down her arms and sides before I lay down. With my knees still propped up behind her, I dig my heels into the dirty concrete floor and start to fuck into her without warning.

“Aiden,” Skye moans out as her hands hungrily grab at her breasts. “Oh, fuck! Your cock fits so perfectly in my pussy–ah–the way you stretch and fill me.” She slides her hand between us to play with her clit and I claim her free nipple with my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. Her breathing accelerates with the added stimulation and I match my thrusts in time with it.

“You’re taking me so well,” I grunt out as I hit deep inside her at a punishing pace. “I never want to come so I can stay buried deep inside this sweet little cunt.” I’m truly not ready for this to be over, so I slow my hips until I can convince my body to stop completely even though it feels so fucking good. “Stand up.”

“What?” She whines as she rolls her hips.

“Stand. Up.” The second she lifts off me, I miss her warmth, but I need her harder, faster. I take the opportunity to finish undressing fully.

“Where do you want me?” The flashlight on the floor illuminates half her face as she watches me.

I latch my hand around her wrist and lead her through the dimly lit basement, back over to that work bench. It’s littered with tools and my gaze homes in on the saw. I move us so we’re directly in front of it.

“Aiden . . .” she says hesitantly, her voice shaking with uncertainty, but she doesn’t even try to pull away.

I continue with my plan, propping it up against the back wall where other tools hang, then place a heavy toolbox in front of the blade so it doesn’t fall forward. I kiss her temple, breathing in the musky scent of her sweat. “Do you trust me?”

Several seconds pass between us but eventually, she nods. “I don’t know why, but I do,” Skye admits with a breathless laugh.

With that confirmation, I take one of her hands and slip her fingers through the handle, closing them in a fist. Despite the tension in her muscles, she allows me to place her other hand against an open space lower on the wall. “Stay just like that, baby.” I lean back and shift her hips so her ass is higher in the air.

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” My fingers trace the curved dip of her arched back and follow the straight line down until I slide them through her dripping cunt. “I’ve never met anyone so perfect for me.” I circle her clit and she presses back against me. “Are you ready for me, Skye?”

“Yes.” She whines as she looks over her shoulder at me. “I’ve been ready.”

I laugh, pleased by her eagerness. “You’ve been so good; I’m going to let you come again. But until then, I’m going to need you to let me take over. Do you understand?”

She bites her lip and assesses me for a second too long for my liking. I pull my fingers away from her needy pussy, causing her to gasp, and shove them in her mouth to force it open. “Do you understand? Yes, or no?”

She attempts to talk around my fingers, so the affirmation is slurred, but I’m satisfied. Before I remove them from her mouth, her tongue circles the two digits and my cock hardens further at the placation. “So good for me.” I praise and slide my hand down so my thumb and pointer finger hold her jaw tightly. “Now, remember, don’t move. As long as you let me have control, you’ll be okay.”

Skye’s gaze slides to the propped-up saw briefly but she meets my eyes again and nods. “You’re in control.” Her features relax.

With her full consent, I take her life into my hands,exactly where it belongs.I work two fingers into her, plunging in and out so easily with how soaked she is. I take some of her natural lubricant and stroke it up and down my cock, moaning at the tease of what’s to come. Carefully, I notch the tip at her center and slip it in just a fraction. We both groan as she stretches around me. It’s the final frontier of her trust I needed to claim. I lean back as much as I can without relinquishing my secure hold on her jaw and watch myself sink into her another inch.

My greedy girl tries to shift herself back onto me to swallow me deeper inside her, but I grab onto her hip roughly with my free hand and she yelps. “Who’s in control, Skye?”

A distressed whimper leaves her lips but I hold her still with my grip until she gives in. “You are.”

“Right, so you only get as much of this cock as I say. You’ll have me fully seated inside you when I’m good and ready, and not a second sooner.” I apply a fraction more force to my hold against her face before I slide my dick back out to just the very tip. Skye’s muscles flex with her restraint under me and the hold I have on her is the most satisfying thing I’ve ever experienced. When I have her like this, it’s the only thing I have any sway over in my existence anymore and I’ll milk every second of it. A glimpse of the wetness dripping down her thigh makes me weak, and I shift another inch inside of her. A few seconds more and I slip in a bit farther, then one more pause and I’m all the way in. We both sigh gratefully, but the peace doesn’t last long before I slam into her and force her neck closer to the jagged blade of the saw.

Skye’s gasp is one of terror and pleasure as she clenches around me. I don’t slow down, pumping into her continuously as her head hovers over the viciously sharp tool. With each pass, she shudders beneath me. My hold on her remains firm, keeping her throat angled upward and steadily positioned several inches above it. Just enough space to make the threat to her life appear real to her, but far enough away that I know I can keep her safe. The illusion is fun for me, but I hope the perceived risk is another testament to Skye that she still wants to live.

God she’s so slick as I shift in and out of her, the sounds of my cock shoving into her are obscene when they punctuate the moans and cries that fall from her lips when I continuously hit that spot deep inside her. “Are you ready to come, little wraith?” I remove my hand from her hip and press against her clit with purpose. I’m hanging on by a thread, but I want to make sure she’s satisfied first.

“Yes, fuck, make me come.” I don’t let up as I circle her clit and push her over the edge. “Oh, god, Aiden.” My name on her lips is all it takes to send me right along with her while she’s clenching around me so goddamn tightly. I can barely think straight, but I do have the sense to draw her back against me and take several steps back so she doesn’t plunge forward onto the teeth of the saw.

We both stand there in complete stillness except for the heavy rise and fall of our chests. Once our breathing steadies, I slide out of her and bend down to grab my clothes, it just so happens to be perfect timing to see my cum seeping out of her, down her thighs, and into her now-uneven thigh-highs. I take a mental image that I know will be burned in my brain forever, then drag my tongue up the inside of her left leg, catching some in my mouth. We taste so perfect together, her sweetness with my saltiness.

“I need clothes,” Skye says as she rubs her hands up and down her arms. I nod and buckle my belt quickly, then pull my shirt back over my head–thank God I died in my favorite one since I have to wear this thing all the fucking time.

Once my boots are laced up, I follow Skye up the basement stairs and into the kitchen without a word; my stomach is in knots that any minute this could end. But I’m not the only one who’s distracted. Skye fills two glasses with water and ice and silently hands the other to me. Clinking ice and our eager swallows are loud as we stand there.

“I’ll be right back,” she announces.

I want to object, I’m not ready to be without her, but I don’t. Instead, I sit at the kitchen table and am quickly joined by her cat, Binx, who rubs against me fondly. Over the last few months, I’ve grown attached to him. He’s the only one who sees me. Sometimes it’s the most comforting thing to see him slow-blink at me while I sit there pining after Skye as she sleeps, none-the-wiser to my presence. I’m lost in the moment, not hearing when Skye sits down across from me, now wearing a pair of black joggers and a black crop top with a pink heart outlined in barbed wire. Her hair is in a messy bun that I want to grab onto. The rest of that thought scatters as I take note of the time and date on her phone. 11:30 p.m. Friday, November 13th, just a month shy of a year dead.Has it really been that long?The impending anniversary creates a weight of guilt that sinks into the pit of my stomach. I can’t imagine how my poor parents must feel right now with the holidays coming up and no kids to celebrate with. I don’t regret it, but I do wish my decision hadn’t led to more pain for them.

“Aiden?” She sounds nervous. “Aiden,” she calls my name again. When my attention returns to her, she continues. “Are you good? Do you need something to eat?”

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