Nowhere But Up | A Striker x Reader Story

Electric

When I had been with Morty, the sex had been predictable, and more than once I had found myself fantasizing about someone more appealing, like the hot cop who had given me a ticket a few months ago. But with Striker....something just felt more electric.

Each thrust of Striker's cock inside me stoked a fire that was building somewhere deep inside my core. Moaning against his kiss, my nails raked down his back, leaving long red tracks that would surely be there in the morning. A deep growl of desire rumbled in his chest, his thrusts pushing deeper and harder.

I let myself fall headlong into the orgasm that shook my entire body. It felt like my consciousness was somehow disconnected from my body and I was just riding on wave after wave of incredible, indescribable sensations. Right on the tail of the first orgasm came another, then another after that.

Somewhere through the haze, I was aware of Striker switching positions. Moving so that my legs were positioned on his shoulders, he thrust into me, hitting new angles that sent me headlong into yet another orgasm. At this point, I had stopped counting and just let him continue to have his way with me.

After what seemed like hours, Striker's low groan of pleasure was accompanied by a shuddering release of his own orgasm. Panting, I looked up at the spent, but satisfied imp. Our bodies were coated with sweat and a heavy scent of sex lingered in the air.

Unhooking my legs from his shoulders, Striker flopped down on the bed next to me. Rolling on my side to look at him, I lazily traced circles on his chest, musing with a wicked grin, "After you catch your breath, we are definitely doing that again."

Striker returned the grin as he chuckled, "Darlin', you are going to be the death of me."