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Authors: Nora Flite

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Gripping my jaw, he kissed my throat—bit lightly at my shoulder. I was blinded, briefly, when he tugged my shirt over my head. My hair curled around, sticking up in places; he wrapped it in his fist. Yanking me to him, Pike nuzzled my nose, his lips close to mine. “Fuck, you want this bad, don't you?”

Groaning, I tried to focus on him. It was a chore, my vision hazy from my mounting arousal. In just my panties, I ground against his hard-on. He put his palm on my lower back, encouraging me, rolling with my jerky desperation.

“Careful,” he said softly. “You might cum just from this.” Pressing me to his chest, he guided me so that my clit was rubbing against his friction. “Are you that horny? That desperate? What sort of noise will you make when you lose control from rubbing yourself off on me?”

Blushing along my scalp, I thrashed. I had nothing to say—controlling my whimpers was a battle. Heat swam in my belly, taking hold of my body, narrowing in on my cunt until I could think of nothing else.

Pike undid my bra deftly, tossing it aside. Hands free, he circled one of my rosy nipples with his tongue. “I can
hear
how wet you are,” he chuckled.

Through his jeans and my soaked panties, I felt his cock twitch. “You're losing control, too,” I said, shivering.

“Is that a challenge?” His eyes twinkled in the shadows. “You think I'll cum from just this? Oh no, not me. But you... you're going to cum so hard, the city will hear you scream.” His lips tightened, suckling on my nipple until I cried out.

Panting, sweat shiny on my shoulders and chest, I willed myself to find some sanity. I hated losing, even if it was to Pike, who'd made this contest. His hand on my ass kept me at his mercy, forcing me to endure the throb of my swelling clit. My pussy was aching with each sway that took me closer to orgasm.

His thumbed my opposite breast, tugging while he licked the other. When he spoke, he did it against the background of my lust. I felt his words in my chest. “That's it, just give in. You're so close, Ellie. I can
smell
how badly you want to cum. It'll feel amazing... so perfect...”

I managed one small phrase as the trembles took over. “I can't... I can't take anymore!”

Laughing wickedly, he kissed between my breasts. “I know.”

Heat jolted into my center, taking hold of my muscles. Everything squeezed, locking up as I came on top of him. Arching my back, I moaned with raw abandon through the pleasure. It was glorious, wet and consuming.

I was still shivering, my clit spasming in my panties, when he breathed out in a great, steamy noise. “Fuck, that was hot.” Lifting me, he unzipped himself, moving his pants out of the way so his thick cock could jump free. It rested between us, warm on my belly.

Tearing my soaked panties off, I noticed his hands were shaking. For all his bravado, he'd been holding himself back. Now he was shaking with lust, fingers trembling as he tore a condom open.

Reaching down, I took it from him. His eyebrows went up, but he let me have it. Inching down his thighs, I faced the curved, jerking erection. The tip was glistening, his scent making me dizzy.

Licking my lips, I bent down, holding him by the base as I gave a slow lick. His hiss was decadent; encouraging. With his fingers settling in my hair, I rolled my tongue around the fat head of his cock. He tasted salty, and I wanted more.

“You weren't lying,” he mumbled. “You do know how to give a blowjob.”

Rocking my hips in excitement, thighs damp from my own juice, I slid the condom over him. Rising onto my knees, I hovered over Pike. “Like you, I know a few things.”

“I'm excited to find out more,” he said. “You don't want to keep sucking me off?”

“No.” I inched lower, rubbing myself on his cock until he groaned. “I want more than that.” On that rooftop, lit by the glow of the streetlights below and the distant stars above, Pike was strikingly handsome. “Lift your shirt,” I said suddenly.

Amused, he pulled the hem high, exposing his tattoos and the hard edges of his torso. The vision infected me with wet need, even when I had his cock right in my fist.

“You're really into these, huh?” When I nodded, he showed his teeth. “I'll have to get more, then.”

My eyes ran from his stomach to the deep grooves of his pelvis. Fisting his shaft lightly, I brushed my other hand on the patch of skin right above his cock. “Get one here. Maybe my name.”

“Naughty girl,” he teased.

Desire danced in my core. Lifting myself, I lowered my pussy gingerly over his massive erection. “Yeah,” I gasped, “I am.”

Straddling his hips, I sank down, stretching over his thickness as I went. I'd had him inside of me before, but it was still a delicious struggle to contain his whole length. I reveled in the journey, whimpering helplessly as he plunged me deeply.

Finally, we locked together, his curled hair ticking my inner thighs. Holding my waist, he grit his teeth, flexing with his eagerness. “God damn,” he growled. He talked like his mouth was full of syrup, his tongue swollen. “That's... fuck...!”

He wasn't a grand poet, but I didn't care.

Grinding my ass, I leaned towards the sky and swooned. His palms captured my breasts, cupping them hungrily, encouraging me to fuck him faster. I obliged, torn between feeling like I was rooted in my flesh, or floating away in a foggy pleasure.

I was here, right on solid ground, but I could swear I was falling.

“Ellie,” he breathed, lifting me so he could pump inside my tight pussy. We were both panting, working towards the release we didn't just crave, but required. How had I ever existed without this?

My throat was bared to the air, hair tumbling over my spine. I bent backwards, the tension of my climax rippling along my taste buds. I clutched at Pike's cock, begging for more while knowing I was already stuffed to the brim.

Heat exploded, my body taught as a fishing line. He was twitching inside of me, seconds before he shuddered and came, too. I knew he'd left fingerprints on my chest; when he let go, the blood tingled as it swam back where it belonged.

I was still recovering, but Pike didn't care. Curling his grip around my shoulder blades, he crushed me to him, kissing my lips, my eyelids, my jugular and my collar bone. I wondered if he was trying to claim each part of me, proving I was his in the only way he knew how.

I understood the truth.

Pike's claim went deeper than flesh or bone. He had carved his way into my mind, made a home in my soul. I'd realized it before, but with nothing between us but our own naked skin, it was abundantly clear.

We were something special—two beings created just for each other.

Pike was mine...

I was his...

But I was too afraid to wish for a more earthly proof. Was this love? Could we manage something like that?

I'd run from the concept my whole life. It had become something bland and pointless.

But here, wrapped up in the warm sensation that had no other explanation, I only wanted one thing. Just a few words to name what we felt.

Would Pike ever give them to me?

- Chapter Fifteen -

Pike

––––––––

M
aximal wanted to fly us to the canyon site for my last jump, but I was tired of their 'generosity.' I could tell Corbin was exasperated by my decision; his voice crackled over the phone with multiple long sighs. Accepting that I wasn't going to buckle, he told us the plan instead.

“Have you heard of wingsuits?”

Excited prickles coursed through me. “Yeah, of course. Are you saying...?”

His delight made him louder. “Yeah. You're going to take the longest base jump ever. How does that sound for a send off?”

“Amazing,” I answered honestly.

Ellie gave me a small smile, but Corbin's next comment had her fading again. “You know, Pike, you don't
have
to make this your send off. Things don't have to end between you and Maximal today.”

I wished he could have seen the seriousness in my glare. Reaching out, I brushed my fingers over the back of Ellie's hand. “No,” I said flatly. “It does.”

God, her freckles were like stars when she blushed.

“Fine, fine,” Corbin grumbled. “Meet us at the site. We'll be attaching camera-helmets to you and another guy.”

“Another guy?” Ellie asked.

“Yeah. I want to try and capture footage of Pike in the air. This is the best method. Manny isn't a base jumper, but he's done some stunts. We've got him for today only, he's got some gig over in Europe he has to leave for tomorrow.” Corbin's voice went crisp. “So get your asses here as fast as you can.”

It wasn't a far distance, four hours at most, so Ellie and I packed into my car for the trip. Being on the road like this, with her, it had a hazy comfort to it.
Normalcy,
maybe.

At one point, she took her shoes off, putting her feet up on the car interior. Her legs were stretched out, gleaming in the sun, tempting me the way the rest of her always did.

“If we weren't in a time crunch,” I said, eyeing her pointedly, “I'd pull into the nearest rest area. Think anyone would hear us in the bathroom?”

Fire and shadow rippled in her lusty wink. “I think everyone for miles would hear us.”

Grimacing at my sudden erection, I chuckled and pumped the gas pedal.

The helicopter was waiting for us by the canyon.

Parking next to a large van, we climbed out into the fresh air. It was the first time I noticed how the atmosphere was pulling at me. It slid in and around my shirt, billowing the fabric. Next to me, Ellie yanked her hair into a quick ponytail. “Windy,” she mumbled.

“There you are!” Dressed in grey jeans and a zipped black coat, Corbin waved at us as he approached. “Come on, we need to get in the chopper and head out.”

Another man came our way. Sizing him up, I noted he was shorter than me, his face weathered by age, but I still put him no older than forty. Most of his head was hidden by a shiny helmet, the circular glint of a lens on the front.

Reaching out to shake my hand, he said, “Manny Southern, nice to meet you, Pike.”

I sensed a kindred spirit between us, one that was hard to explain—but he felt it, too. Squeezing his fingers, I smiled. “Likewise. Ready to get up in the air?”

Casting a look to the sky, he shielded his eyes. “If we're doing this, we need it to be now. This weather is getting too unstable for a glide through a tight canyon like this.”

Turning towards the edge of the reddish rock, I strode close enough to squint into the depths. The canyon was carved in a long, winding path that swung like a drunken snake. There was no water that I could see, just the harsh, somewhat beautiful smear of orange and bloodred stones.

The tight space reminded me of the day I'd crashed in that alley. My toe twinged, a sympathetic reminder of my pain.

“Seriously,” Corbin shouted, waving us towards the helicopter. “We're on a schedule! There are going to be reporters waiting at the end of this, the luxury of fucking around is gone.”

Ellie held her jacket around her body, watching me thoughtfully. I tried to read her face, but she was an enigma in the glowing sun.

Passing near her, I took her hand, a brief gesture of comfort. “You heard the man, let's go. Don't you want to see me fly?”

Her mouth quivered. “Always. I just... I don't know.” Peeking at the clouds, she offered me a sheepish smile. “I have a bad feeling. It's probably nothing.”

Shaking my head, I let my hand fall to my hip. I wanted nothing more than to wrap her in my arms, to hold her close and feel our bodies melding. Now wasn't the time... but soon, we'd have all the time in the world. “You're thinking about the weather. Manny is clearly worried, too. If anything looks wrong up there, I won't jump.”

Satisfaction blossomed in the greens of her eyes. “Thanks. I couldn't handle anything happening to you.”

“I know.” Grinning, I shrugged to my ears. “Never imagined I'd be worth so much to someone. Maybe I'll have to start charging you for the privilege of being with me.”

Nudging me playfully, she took a position at my side. With the wind clawing at our backs, we headed into the chopper.

****

T
he roar of the propellers was maddening. It took a long while for me to adjust to the noise. Ellie was sitting beside me, hands clutched on her knees. I recognized her unease.

Several times, as we'd flown higher and higher, the chopper had convulsed. It was like some monster had grabbed us in his fist, shaking us before letting us free—for now.

“It's getting rougher,” Manny shouted, looking at me pointedly.

Nodding, I tapped the back of Corbin's seat. “Did you hear that?”

Looking back at me, my boss—though not for much longer—scowled. “We're right over the drop point, relax.”

Standing up, Manny leaned close, hunching over Corbin. The righteous anger in his eyes reminded me so much of my father's. “No,” he said, biting the word off. “Can't you tell? This will be too dangerous. The wind will throw off our path, we'll hit the canyon walls and die!”

I expected Corbin to back down. I didn't know him well, but every time we'd spoken, he'd come off as slimy; nothing worse than a little stubborn. As I looked on in surprise, the shorter man rose from his chair to stare Manny down. “I've spent too much time and money organizing this. You're doing this jump, understand?”

Ripping his helmet off and tossing it aside, Manny's frown had turned every vein in his neck into a writhing serpent. “I won't. None of us will. This is a suicide mission.”

The helicopter jerked, the two men stumbling. Jumping to my feet, I threw my arms up with a growl. “Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you guys? This isn't the place for this.” My glare flashed between them. “Manny says we can't do the jump. Tell the pilot to turn around, Corbin.”

He didn't even glance at me. “No.”

“You really want us to die?” Manny asked, sweat popping out over his forehead.

“You're worth more to me jumping out of here than you are if you turn into a fucking coward.”

My fury was coming to a crest. Manny, however, was already there. He launched himself forward, gripping Corbin by the shoulders and shoving him against the wall. Next to me, Ellie cried out.

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