Crashing Hearts (Pine Valley College #2)

23. Skylar

CHAPTER 23

SKYLAR

T he apartment is mostly bare. I haven’t had time to move much in yet, but it has the essentials, so there is no way I’m leaving my boy for extra comforts. I roll over in my brand-new sheets, my eyes going to the open blinds and the city beyond.

I won’t be able to sleep tonight.

My fingers trace my lips. I wish he had worked up the courage to act on those thoughts I saw in his eyes, but we are going at his pace. I won’t push him, but fuck if I don’t have blue balls.

I’ve never been this patient before . . . . I’ve never cared to be.

I can get ass anywhere, but this is different. I want to earn Bones. I want him to want me. I want him in a way I’ve never wanted anyone else in my entire life. He drives me crazy and makes me want to do stupid shit just to keep his eyes on me. Bones makes me want to take on the world, just to see him smile.

It has me all fucked up inside, but I don’t care.

Rolling to my back, I groan and drape an arm over my eyes, plunging me into darkness, but all that does is make me think of him and wonder if he’s asleep yet.

Is he in bed?

Is he thinking about me the way I am about him?

Dropping my arm, I sigh deeply. Even after the greatest win of my career, all I want is him. The high I had after winning was insane, but it was nothing compared to seeing him celebrate with me. For a street kid with no family, I nearly fucking cried when I saw his pride.

My doorbell rings, and I frown, sitting up and swinging my legs out of bed. I walk through the dark apartment to the front door, hope blooming in my chest before I squash it. It isn’t him. It’s probably security coming to complain about my car again—they have twice already. For the amount I pay to be here, I’d think they would look past it.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell them that as I rip my door open, only to freeze as I stare into my boy’s eyes.

He’s wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung shorts. His hands are balled into fists at his sides, and his dark eyes are narrowed on me.

“Beautiful—”

“Don’t fucking speak,” he snaps, and then he lunges forward, kissing me. I stumble backward from the force, falling into my apartment as he pushes me deeper inside. I’m patient, but I’m not a saint. Groaning, I grip his chin and deepen the kiss as I kick the door shut behind him, backing him up into it. The bang of his head hitting the wood is loud, but we don’t break apart. Our tongues tangle in a deep kiss that has me moaning into his lips. He kisses me hard, eating my mouth desperately, gripping my arms like he’s scared I’ll stop.

Doesn’t he know I can’t?

He came to me.

He kissed me.

He reached for me.

He’s mine, and there is no more escaping me.

Sliding my hands down his sides, I grip his thighs and hoist him up. He gasps into my mouth as I feel his legs lock around my back. Blindly, I walk through the apartment, shoving his shorts up so I can grip his ass.

It’s so fucking soft and muscular. I groan into his mouth as we stumble into my bedroom. When my knees hit the bed, I throw us down. We fall into the tangled sheets, our hands all over each other. His legs still grip me like he’s afraid I plan to escape, and his kiss turns feral and needy as he scrapes his nails down my back.

Pulling away, I stare down at his beautiful face. His cheeks are pink with desire. I’m not a fool, he came here to be fucked, but I won’t let him go after so he needs to be sure. “Are you sure, beautiful?” I ask, my voice rough with desire and obsession. “I need your words. I need to know.”

It’s important. I need him to know whom he’s here with and that this isn’t a one-night stand. If he gives himself to me, I’ll take all of him forever.

“I’ve never been more confused,” he admits, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “But of this . . . of you . . . I’m sure.” His legs tighten around me. “You haunt me,” he says. “I see you everywhere I go, and every voice I hear is yours. I look for you in crowds. I search for your smile. You are haunting me, Skylar Warren, and I don’t care anymore. I’m yours.”

Snarling, I slam my lips against his, silencing his whimper. My hands slide down his body, exploring his warm skin. I sit up and gaze down at the perfect being spread below me.

Fuck, I want to take a picture and make it last forever, but I know he’ll kill me, so I place a kiss over his pulse and slide down his body. I grip the edges of his shorts and meet his eyes as I start to tug them down.

His cock springs free, and I almost come from the sight. He’s long and thick with piercings running down his length. I want to taste him, so I sweep my tongue up his length as his hips rise and roll my tongue over his tip. I suck his precum off, and his flavor explodes in my mouth before I reluctantly pull away and slide his shorts off.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Silas Townsend, look at you,” I murmur, running my eyes over every hard, toned inch of him. “You’re a goddamn masterpiece. You should be a model, not a lawyer, but then again, I wouldn’t want anyone seeing what’s mine. Maybe I’ll just chain you to my bed so no one can ever look at you again.”

“Skylar,” he warns, his eyes flashing. I love that sass, and when he reaches for me, I’m gone. “Fuck me or I’ll leave.”

“So impatient,” I murmur, but I know better than to keep pushing him on this.

Gripping his legs, I shove him farther up the bed. His eyes widen from the force and strength, his chest heaving with his heavy breathing.

I trace his tattoos with my tongue as he groans, his head falling back and chest arching up. Smirking, I lick his abs and kiss his pecs before I circle his nipple with my tongue and bite down.

“Sky!” he moans.

“Fuck, do that again. Make that noise, baby. Say my name,” I beg, licking the bite mark. Turning my head, I do the same to his other one until he cries my name again. The sound of it fills my apartment, making my dick jerk in my boxers. As I kiss up his chest, I reach down and shove them off, throwing them to the floor with his shorts. I kiss up his neck and across his face to his mouth. Our bodies slide together, and his hard cock presses against mine. The friction of them rubbing together has me grunting into his mouth.

I’ve wanted this for so long that I can’t hold back.

Breaking the kiss, I peer down at him. “I won’t go slow or soft, baby. I want you too badly for that. It’s going to be fucking hard.”

“It better be.” He smirks, and I groan as his smirk only grows. “Skylar, I didn’t come here for you to make love to me or some shit. Fuck me. Fuck me like you drove on that track today. I want Skylar Warren, not a pretty lie you think I’ll like. I want the man everyone fears or wants. I don’t want who you think I want you to be.” He licks my chin. “Fuck me like you own me.”

I slide my hands around his throat, dragging him up so my lips almost press to his. “I do own you. Are you just starting to realize that?” I kiss him again before sliding my mouth down his throat.

“No marks,” he snaps as I nip his skin.

Just to piss him off, I dig my teeth in, and he groans, hooking his leg around me and rubbing his body against mine as I mark up his throat.

“Sky.” His skin vibrates against my mouth, and I can’t hold back. Next time, I’ll take all night, but I need to be inside him, hearing my name on his lips while I claim his spoiled ass.

I reach over to my nightstand and the brand-new box I bought. I open it within Bones’s view, so he can see there’s no confusion, and then I drop it back inside before I pull out a condom in the packet.

I offer it to him. “Put it on me, angel,” I order.

Leaning up, he bites the corner off and spits it away, then he pinches the condom and starts to roll it down my length. The sight of his hands on me has my hips moving, and when it’s rolled all the way down, he kisses the tip of my cock.

His tongue darts out, tracing my length as he watches me. I know he’s doing it to wind me up, and it’s working. I push him down without any gentleness. He bounces on the bed as I grip him. If he wants to play that way, then we will.

Rolling him over, I bite his ass cheek, making him cry out as he fists my bedding. “I want my marks all over you,” I growl, my voice thick.

I pull the bottle from my drawer and place it next to us, then I push his legs apart and drag my tongue down his ass and circle his hole. He groans, burying his face in my bed, and grips the sheets as I lick him until he pushes back with a gasp. Smirking, I pull away and open the bottle, squirting it on him as he jerks. I drizzle some across my cock and stroke my length as I slide my other hand down and lift his hips, and then I keep moving so I can grip his cock and pump his length.

“Sky,” he pants, pushing back. “Fuck me already.”

“So impatient, baby,” I tease as I lick his spine. I line my cock up with his ass, letting him feel every hard inch of me that will be buried inside him. “I’m big, but you’re going to take all of me, aren’t you? Don’t tap out now, you’re tougher than that. I want this pretty ass wrapped around me all the way to my fucking balls.”

“Fuck.” He pushes back, giving me an impatient glance over his shoulder. “Then get inside me.”

Smirking, I lean back and grip his hips before I start to push into him, feeding him inch after inch of my cock. Some can’t handle all of me, but my boy was made for me. He whimpers and pushes back to take more, so I pull out and push back in.

With each thrust, I work deeper until I’m locked in his ass.

I stare down at my beautiful boy as he shudders. He glances over his shoulder once more, his mouth parted and raw. Sliding my hand up his back, I grip his hair and yank his head higher as he cries out, and then I thrust back in.

I speed up, forcing him to take every inch of me until I’m just pounding into him. I can’t hold back. He’s so fucking tight around me, and seeing him stretched out below me with my name on his lips drives me fucking wild.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, trying to escape me, but I haul him back and onto my dick.

“This is your fault for teasing me and winding me up,” I snarl. He cries out loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

Fucking bill me for it, but there’s no way I’m stopping.

He can scream until the police arrive.

Snarling, I hammer into my boy’s pretty ass, circling his cock with my free hand and squeezing until he shouts as I take him. I tilt my hips until I hit that spot that has him writhing and crying out. His fists beat the bed even as he pushes into me.

“Sky,” he begs.

“So fucking quiet and stoic in everyday life, but a fucking screamer in bed. Aren’t you, baby? I fucking hoped you would be. Let the whole building hear. Let every fucker in Pine Valley hear you beg for my fat cock.”

He hisses and glares at me, but his eyes roll back as I slam into him so deeply he whimpers. His dick pulses in my fist, and I know he’s close. Sliding my hand down, I cup his balls and squeeze before releasing and pressing his face into the bed, then I pummel into his ass.

I alternate between looking at his spread cheeks and my dick slipping in and out and his arched back and closed eyes.

Fuck.

Nothing can compare to this, not even the feeling of racing. He’s ruined me, and he doesn’t even fucking know it.

I want to spend the rest of my life inside him, making him scream for me. Fuck racing. Fuck anything outside of this bed.

I’ll keep him chained here, spread for me to use.

“Sky.” His voice wobbles. “I—oh fuck?—”

“I know, baby,” I growl with the force of holding back. I don’t want to come, not yet. I want this to last forever. His hips push into the bed, and when I lift them higher and slam into him, he screams for me.

The sound echoes around my walls as he comes. I stay buried in his clenching ass, drinking in his reactions—his parted lips, heaving chest, the way his sweat drips down his spine, his closed eyes . . .

I watch his pleasure until he slumps into the bed, his head turned slightly as he pants.

Smirking, I run my eyes down his frame before bending over and blanketing his body with mine.

I drag my tongue up his back, licking away his sweat before I bite his ear, making him whimper. “You look pretty when you come, but I’m not done yet. Open your eyes and watch me as I fuck you. I’m going to make sure you remember this for the rest of your life. I’m going to make you addicted to me like I am to you.”

He groans but doesn’t open his eyes, so I force him up to his knees, one hand on his throat. I slide my other hand down his chest until I can grip his soft cock and his release. I swipe my fingers in it before bringing them to his parted lips, shoving my fingers inside his mouth.

His eyes fly open, but his mouth closes over my fingers. “Do you taste good, beautiful boy? Taste how well I fucked you and remember what I did to you. You’re mine now,” I whisper wickedly into his ear as I start to roll my hips again, driving into his ass from behind. His knees spread, taking me deeper as he laps at my fingers before I pull them free.

“You want to know how I taste?” he asks, and his hand moves, doing something before appearing over his shoulder, his fingers glistening with his cum. “Find out.”

I suck his fingers into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around them as the flavor of his cum explodes along my tongue, making me groan and bottom out inside him. He gasps, and when he pulls his hand free, I keep one of mine on his neck, the other on his hip.

“Tease,” I snap, biting his shoulder in punishment. “You’ll regret taunting me.”

“Prove it,” he dares, bringing his icy eyes over his shoulder to meet mine. “Or are you all talk?”

My eyes narrow in warning as his bruised lips tilt up.

Oh, he wants to play like that? Fine.

Pushing him down, I drive him into the bed with hard thrusts, holding nothing back. I let him feel every inch of me, every drop of my strength and obsession. His constant cries fill the air as he tries to hold on, clinging to my bed for dear life as I ravage his ass.

It’s his own fault.

I can’t stop, couldn’t even if I tried.

“Sky,” he begs, his voice choked. All I can do in response is slam into his jiggling ass until it’s too much.

Fire crawls along my spine, and my balls draw up. My release rushes toward me until it hits me like a fucking train. I push into him as deep as I can get and empty my cum inside him as my eyes shut in ecstasy.

So much pleasure pours from me, I know I’ll never be able to live without him.

His whimpers bring me back, and I blink my eyes open, my heart pounding like a roaring engine. Fighting my own weakness after my release, I run my eyes over my boy.

He’s slumped into the bed below me, covered in sweat and my marks, his eyes closed.

I sweep my tongue across his chin and the drool slipping from his mouth. “I’m not done with you yet, beautiful,” I warn. “You knocked on my door and came into my apartment. You’re mine.” Pulling from his ass, I tie off the condom and fling it away before rolling him.

His eyes open, but he seems too tired to fight me as I slide down his heaving chest and lick his dripping cock, tasting his release.

Keeping my eyes on him, I play with his piercings as he starts to harden again. “There you are,” I murmur. “This time I want you to ride me. I’ve imagined you bouncing on my cock since the day we met.”

I stroke his cock as he hardens and then slide up his body. I kiss him before sitting back against the pillows, my legs spread.

He turns and looks up at me, glancing at my hardening dick. I crook a finger and wait.

His lips thin, but he climbs to his hands and knees and crawls up the bed, straddling my lap before teasingly pressing his ass against me.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, his voice sharp like a blade. He’s annoyed at being ordered around and wants to tell me to fuck off, but he also wants what I ordered. My pretty little brat hates that.

Sweeping my gaze down his muscular body, I nod greedily then reach for his thighs, but he slaps them away and shoves them up over my head, interlacing his fingers with mine and pressing them to the wall above me.

“Keep them here or I’ll stop,” he orders.

Without retrieving a condom, he rises, trapping my hands with one of his, then he reaches down, pressing the tip of my hard dick to his ass before he sinks down onto my length, taking every inch of me. His eyes stay locked on mine as I bite back a moan, fighting the urge to lift my hips. That tilt of his lips lets me know he’s in control here and deadly serious. I grip his fingers harder as he starts to move with slow, rolling thrusts that leave me groaning. I glance at his muscular, perfect body, watching the play of muscles as he rocks on my cock.

“You say I’m yours, but you’re mine, Sky,” he says, his voice thick and deep.

“Too fucking right I am,” I growl, lifting my hips to take him deeper. Smirking, he licks a path down my throat to my chest. His mouth wraps around my nipple and he bites, making me hiss before he licks it better then turns his head and does the same to the other peak before lifting his head.

“You want to mark me? Then I’ll mark you.” He turns my head and bites my neck, making me cry out and thrust him into the air. Chuckling, he licks the bite and leans back, riding my cock faster.

Freeing my hands from his, I reach out and grip his hips, urging him on as his splayed hands press against the wall for leverage and he fucks me harder.

I’m only made for his pleasure, nothing else—for him to use, break, and ruin.

His eyes are locked on me, hard and hungry, as his hips wind and roll, taking my cock deeper with each bounce. I slide my hands up his back, feeling his muscles bunch as he rides me.

I grip his shoulders and tug him closer, and our lips crash together in a swift, brutal kiss. When he rises and loses his rhythm, I know he’s close, but I’m right there with him, and when he bites my lower lip, I’m lost.

“Fill me,” he whispers as he soothes the bite. “Let me feel you come. I want to see it this time.”

I can’t deny him anything. I drag his mouth back to mine and drive up into him, letting go. His cry matches mine as I pump into his ass with my release. I feel his cum cover me as he jerks in my grip. Both of us are caught in waves of pleasure until we break apart, breathing heavily.

A look passes between us.

Both of us know what this means.

There is no going back now.

Wrapping him in my arms, I tug him to my chest where he slumps with a sigh, which shows how tired he is.

I chuckle. “Look at you, like a little, purring kitten, all that brat gone. I fucked it right out of you.”

He huffs but doesn’t lift his head, and when I stroke his back, he sighs happily again. “If I’m a cat, you’re a dog, relentless and dumb.”

“You forgot loyal,” I tease, kissing his head. “Sleep, you’re going to need it.”

“No, you’re done. I got what I wanted. I’ll leave . . . when I can move,” he mutters, but he yawns, and I bite back my smile.

“Sure, whatever you say, beautiful,” I murmur softly, stroking his back as he snuggles into me despite his words.

He’s asleep within seconds. I kiss his hair in satisfaction, unable to look away from Bones in my arms.

My phone buzzes.

I drag it over, keeping my eyes on my boy.

Alek: Congrats again, brother, on winning the race.

I smirk. I want to tell him that I won much more than that.

I didn’t just qualify tonight—I won my boy’s trust and heart, and I will never risk it.

I plan to go all the way.