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sky-is-the-limit · 7 months

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𝚂𝚞��𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 (𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜) 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.

𝙲𝚆: 𝙰𝚏𝚊𝚋!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙽𝙵𝚂𝚆 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚡, 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐.)

𝚆𝙲: 𝟸,𝟿𝟿𝟷 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.

“Did you get the photos I sent you?”

The wistfulness you felt with the sound of his voice was unmatched. It had been exactly three weeks since Kyle had to leave for another confidential mission, leaving you behind to deal with the all familiar saudade that washed over you every time he had to say 'goodbye'.

It was difficult to deal with, especially when there was nothing you could do to bring your person back to you.

Late nights without him were especially lonesome, sleeping without his warm frame beside you, his defined arms holding you close to his heart as though you'd vanish in the middle of the night.. Even that felt like a chore.

“I've been staring at them for the last 15 minutes, Kyle.” The beaming smile never left your lips as you admitted it, your fingertips still tracing the outline of his face on the screen.

Little gestures like this were enough to show you how much you mean to him. Despite being in a dangerous, unfamiliar environment, away from the warmth of your embrace, he always found time to send you photos to ease your worries.

“Because of the dog?” A sense of guilt started heaving in your chest to the sound of the exhaustion in his voice. Kyle had only asked one thing of you whenever he had to go, to always leave the work talk for when he would come back as the time you had on the phone was limited and he wanted to cherish every second.

“There's a dog? Oh, right. He's cute, too.” It was sweet how he took advantage of your soft spot for dogs to send you photos of every stray found in his way, though your attention was darted elsewhere the second you clicked on them.

Kyle was striking, as if angels had carved every feature on his face. From his delicate curls to his square jaw, he was statuesque in every sense, no matter what was hanging his body.

Yet there was something different whenever he was in uniform, the way those khaki trousers hugged his muscular thighs, his defined arms stretching the soft material of his shirt and that hat..

The same hat he put on you whenever he felt possessive, not letting you take it off whilst holding you in front of a mirror, skin slapping against skin tremendously slow and hard to get his point across. That you were his, and his only.

“But I'm cuter?” Kyle rested his cheek against his palm, resisting the urge to shut his eyes to the comfort of your voice, make belief that he is laying next to you.

“Cute isn't the right word I'd use when you're wearing your uniform, babe.” His velvet chuckle resonated in your chest, reminding you of the effect his playful tone had over your body.

“Oh? And what would you use instead?” Ah, Kyle and his lively cheekiness. His familiar smirk was evidently plastered on his lips even if you couldn't see it. You could hear it present in his voice.

“As if you don't know.” No matter how long the two of you were together, he never failed to make you flustered like a school girl.

“I wanna hear you say it, love.” His voice was a hushed whisper in the dark, a gentle brush against your ear that sent shivers down your spine.

“Fucking hot.” Your heart pounded in it’s cage, rattling the bars that were your ribs as the words came out of your mouth in a breathless whisper. There wasn't a definition good enough in any dictionary to describe the attractiveness of Kyle Garrick, fucking hot would have to do.

“Is that so?” Kyle murmured, his voice dangerously low, letting goosebumps to slither down your spine.

“Mhm..” You mumbled quietly, and without realizing it, you placed your hand on your bare thigh, drawing small circles on your skin.

Was it the nervousness of his overwhelming presence even through the phone? or the desperation to feel him on your skin? You couldn't tell the difference, nor that you had the mind to analyze it.

“You know, you haven't sent one back yet, and I miss my girl.” He cooed, emphasizing the last two words to make you quiver instinctively.

“My appearance isn't very.. decent right now Kyle.” You confessed the state you were caught in when the phone rang.

Once missing him started to feel too intense for you to doze off, you just let your hand wonder on your body, fantasizing that your boyfriend was safe next to you, touching you, devouring you whole. It was one of those nights and unfortunately your usual ritual was left unfinished. Or so you thought.

“Especially for pictures..” Was that part necessary? Very much so judging from the way he was heavy breathing against the shell of you ear, muffling something to himself before responding.

“Why? What are you wearing, Y/N?” He breathed, voice thick and gravelly with need and desire.

Drawing a slow breath, you glanced down at yourself. “Nothing.” You blurted out, the only sound following, your gentle breathing against the phone receiver.

“Fuck.” Suddenly, he was very much awake. There was a throbbing growing between your legs, a heavy pressure filling you up with each passing second of listening to his heavy breathing on the other end.

“All you have to say is 'please'.” Your own voice surprised you, tone oozing with desire and need. You were instantly spurred on by how intensely you wanted to show him how bad you missed him, how much you graved him.

“Bloody hell, Y/N, you're killing me here.” A surge of arousal hit your body instantly, feeling the near instant reaction between your thighs arising by the second to the sound of his suggestive tone.

“Now Kyle, that is not-”

“Please.” His words tumbled out in a fast-paced torrent, echoing the racing thoughts within his mind.

“Please, let me see you.” You could hear him suck in a shaky breath, followed by an increase in shuffling coming through the line, and you were sure he was opening the message. If it was up to your own judgement, it was not one of your best.

Hell, from the way your hands were trembling as he plead to see the sight he had seen so many times before, you were surprised it wasn't overly blurry.

“Fuck. You're a bloody masterpiece.” His words were a soft murmur, a soothing balm over your frayed nerves and you squeezed your thighs together at the praise, you felt yourself flush with renewed excitement.

“I was thinking about you, you know.” Quietly you admitted, feeling the blood rush faster in your system, from your heart down to your throbbing core.

Kyle's pulse spiked as the words registered in his brain. He cleared his throat in an attempt to regain whatever of his composure was left but nothing on the other end.

Then you heard a soft exhale, and Kyle seemed to be walking around, a few metallic clicks made in the background before he grunted and settled down on what you assumed to be the bed of his bunker room.

Indistinctively, your hand clutched onto your phone so tight, you feared it might break.

“Spread your legs.” There’s a little undercurrent of firmness in his tone that made you shiver. No hesitation, just Kyle's voice, assured as always. Overwhelmed, your entire body became impossibly still, and you just laid there frozen, unblinking, lips slightly parted.

“Kyle, where are you-” His forwardness didn't surprise you one bit. You figured out a long time ago that the quiet and calm facade was for the outside world.

Your attempt to keep a cool demeanour was cut short. Your body was practically melting into the mattress, vibrating with anticipation.

“I said, spread your legs, Y/N.” Yeah, he was definitely alone. It was like his voice was in your head, pulling out the threads of all your longing desires. The room around you, the past, the future, faded out until it was only him, sparking on your skin, inside you.

“Okay.” You whispered softly, your body flushing not from embarrassment now, but from the promise hiding behind Kyle’s words.

A promise that guaranteed to leave you shaking, even from afar. You put your phone on speaker and hastily placed it on his pillow as though it would feel like he is right there, next to you.

“Now trail your hand down your body. Feel yourself.” His voice sounded deeper than you had ever heard it as he gave you orders. With a shaky exhale, you did as told, placing your finger gently around your throat and then began to gradually trail it down to your chest, feeling every inch of naked skin.

“Imagine my hand on your skin, caressing your chest.” His silky smooth tone filtered through the line, inspiring a tinge of anxious excitement within you, and so you did.

“Bring one hand up to your mouth, darling. Wet your fingers for me.” His voice sounded deeper than you had ever heard it as he gave you orders and so you obeyed, bringing your fingers up to your lips before sucking on them with the same pace you suck on his.

After feeling satisfied with the wetness coating them, you took them out to await his next command.

“I’m sure you would’ve done it better, baby.” You remarked, trying for a more confident tone but instead affecting a rather sensual whisper.

You were really getting into it now that your imagination was taking over and, you suddenly realized, you were a lot hornier than you’d given yourself credit for at the start of this.

Your body was responding to everything he was saying just as eagerly as if he were really on the bed with you, which just made filling in the blanks all the easier.

“Mhm.” He issued a soft groan of approval before continuing. “Till then, baby, go ahead and wet your nipples for me.”

Closing your eyes, you scooted a little further down on the mattress to try and get comfortable so you could slip fully into the memory fueled fantasy.

You cradled your breasts delicately at first, your fingers slowly followed the contour of your body. But, in an attempt to mimic Kyle's touch, you swiftly readjusted your grip to a firmer grasp.

You closed your eyes and envisioned Kyle crawling on top of you as you forcefully fondled your tits. His physique was strong and unyielding, with lithe muscle. He pinned you to the sheets with ease, taking everything he desired from you without inquiry or worry.

“I'm touching them right now..” You stuttered out, your cheeks immediately flashing, anticipation making your throbbing sex soak up even more.

"Pinching them, rolling them, imagining it's your hands on me. God, I wish I had your mouth on me right now." You sighed quietly, rubbing your thighs together in quest of some much-needed friction.

You were as powerless in front of the real guy as you were in front of the made-up mirage in your imagination, and you eventually slipped your hands up a little higher to pinch your nipples between thumb and forefinger.

“Good girl.” The raspiness in his voice pressed every right button to unlock your body before drawing a tentative breath. ''Now trail your hand between your thighs baby, feel your skin like I would.''

You slipped your fingers between your sopping wet folds, trembling from head to toe when a fresh burst of pleasure exploded behind your eyes at the contact to your clit. Drawing circles around it in quick, shaky motions, you arched into the touch. It was almost blindingly good, your expert precision unrivaled. You knew exactly where to apply friction and what sort of pressure to use.

“God-I miss your fingers.” You whined when your body began to react to the indelicate contact, eyebrows furrowing to the sensation. You shook your hips in eager eagerness as a new surge of desire flowed forward to coat your folds, which was not how you typically touched yourself.

“You miss having my long fingers inside you, baby? Stretching you open before I fuck you?” He asked slyly, his voice noticeably dropping an octave to a huskier cadence.

“Mmm, yes Kyle- God, I miss you.” You whined desperately, reason and calm eroding from merciless elation.

“I'd press myself against you, so you could feel my cock rubbing against your clit, fuck, I'm so hard for you right now-” His voice came out as a throaty whisper, and this time you couldn't hold back your shudder, eyelids fluttering.

“I miss you inside me Kyle-I miss you fucking me.” A shaky exhalation flowed through the phone, nearly forgotten by the cushion, the filthy sound eliciting chills all over your body.

“I miss tasting you, having to work so hard to eat it all because you're practically dripping on the mattress.” He hummed almost to himself. You imagined him doing that while his mouth was on your cunt, and you squirmed wildly.

Your spine shuddered so violently that your back bent instinctively against the covers. The power in his melodically flowing voice made you tremble as you uncomfortably transferred the phone to your other ear.

You doubled down on your ministrations, enraged at being subjected to this kind of pressure. You strained against the covers, pulling your pussy lips apart and massaging your clit with such genuine desperation that it nearly hurt, as the pressure built up abnormally quickly.

You were dizzy and hot, painfully so, even sickeningly hot, but you were desperate to achieve climax. You had no choice, and your pulse was pounding madly in your chest as you careened recklessly towards the finish line at breakneck speed.

Suddenly the cool temperature of the room turned into unbearable heat, sweat dripping down from your forehead, hair messy against the silky pillow as you bucked up your hips against your palm, biting down on your bottom lip in an unsuccessful attempt to calm your sounds but as you got closer to climax, you couldn't control it.

Kyle continued speaking, his voice diving an octave lower and growing rough.

“Now slide one of your fingers into that pretty pussy of yours.” His voice snickered, but you could hear clear as day how breathless he was, how desperate you had made him, and the realization had your thighs shaking.

“Fuck-” Your voice sounded so broken and wrecked as you inserted one finger in your soaked hole, curling it upwards to hit your sweet spot, slick dripping down skin instantly.

“That's right, baby, do it just like I would.” Fucking into yourself slowly, you obeyed to his command, agonizingly feeling every inch of you. You jolted as if you’d been electrocuted, tense and shirking as you gripped the sheets so tight, your fingernails might leave marks underneath.

“Fuck, angel, keep going, keep fingering that wet little pussy for me.” Kyle urged, his voice strained as his breath lodged in his throat, listening to you moaning and gasping in response to his filthy words.

“Please Kyle-” You begged, not sure what exactly you were asking for but knowing you didn’t want him to stop talking. You added another finger to your dripping hole, crying out at the slight stretch.

“You like that baby? When I fuck into you?” He asked, managing to fill his tone with teasing even as his heavy breaths gave away how turned on he was.

“Tell me.” He prompted when you didn’t respond, too busy fucking yourself with your fingers to the sound of his voice.

“Yes, fuck-” A whine forced itself out of your lungs, the simple command sounding so filthy from your boyfriend's mouth. “Yes, Kyle!” You whimpered an answer around your gasping breaths.

“I'll be back soon, baby, soon so I can bury my face between your thighs and make you come on my tongue.” He promised, the words sounding like they were wrenched from the very depths of his soul. “Then I’m gonna shove my cock deep in your cunt and fuck you dumb.”

“Kyle-” You wailed out his name, fucking yourself harder as you imagined him looming over you in bed, his massive frame fucking you into the mattress, his cock buried deep inside of you, your arms and legs wrapped around him.

“Wanna see my cock stretch your little hole while I pound into you, wanna see your eyes go all hazy as you get drunker and drunker on my cock, angel.” He babbled, like he was helpless to stop himself from voicing every one of his dirty thoughts about you.

“That's it, that's my good girl, fuck yourself stupid to the sound of my voice.” He praised, making warm pride curl through your chest as more wetness flooded your core.

Even with how far gone you were, you could hear the confident smirk in his tone, but your body only heated and tightened hard in response as he spoke, your thumb circling your clit at a faster pace to match your fingers thrusting in and out of you.

The orgasm rocked you with such ferocity that the bed trembled under you, your toes uselessly straining at the blankets. You shouted, writhing as your pussy clamped down tight on nothing in erratic, fluttering palpitations, powerless to stop it.

Despite the flood of endorphins coursing through your system, it seemed empty, and you whimpered, the sound fading to a feeble little whimper before you could completely enjoy the high.

“That's my girl.” There was that warmth again in Kyle's voice that wrapped itself dangerously around your stomach, squeezing it tight.

“Kyle?” You were still basking in the afterglow of your climax, voice feeble, as soft as a whisper.

“Yes, love?” He chuckled, sounding lifted in spirits to the sound of your broken tone. The smile on his face was transparently clear in his tone, and you couldn't help but to match it.

“Your turn.”

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