24. Bones
CHAPTER 24
BONES
I wake with a gasp. Confusion swirls within me for a moment as I blink, and then I glance up at Skylar as he rises over me in the dark. He holds his dick in his hand as he lifts one of my legs, pressing my foot to his chest, leaving me open and exposed as he lines up with my ass and pushes inside me while I’m still waking up.
I cry out loudly.
My hands scramble across the bed as I fully wake. I don’t think I was asleep long, but he doesn’t seem to care as he fucks me.
“Please, Sky,” I whimper, unable to stop it. I clear my throat, wanting to sound more in charge, but it comes out as a whine. “I’m tired.”
“Shh.” He covers my mouth as he drives into my ass, the force making me lift up in the bed. Pain and pleasure mingle inside me. He’s the biggest I’ve ever had—not that I’ll tell him that—and I knew I would be sore in the best way, but he seems like he’s unwilling to leave me alone for even five minutes. His eyes look crazed in the dark as he drives his cock deep inside me. “I can’t help it, baby. I need you so badly. Just hang on a little longer. I’m so fucking close.”
Whimpering, I bite down on his hand, even as I lift my hips. I complain, but I’m hard and wanting, squeezing around him to the point of pain.
“It hurts,” I whine like a brat, but I can’t seem to stop. “Please, Sky.”
“I know,” he growls. “I tried to leave you alone, but you were rubbing on me, driving me crazy, so I can’t stop. Take it, baby. I’ll lick it better after.”
I nod my head, and he grunts. “Good boy. Look at you, all bent up for me.” Grabbing my other leg, he pushes it up and to the side. “Wrap your hands around them.” I do as I’m told, holding my legs up and apart as he fucks me. Pleasure spirals through me. I feel as if desire is all I know when he touches me. I feel him deep inside me, so deep I know I’ll never get him out.
His taste is still on my tongue, and his cum is on my body, yet neither of us care as we come together. I knew it would be like this between us, neither of us able to get enough.
The sight of him above me, his muscles bulging as he drives into me, does something to me, leaving me weak and crying out until I come with a groan, dropping my legs. Snarling, he shoves them up and hammers into me with reckless thrusts before he groans. He buries himself deep inside me, and then he comes, keeping his dick in my ass as he collapses on top of me. His lips seek mine in an open-mouthed kiss as we shake from the aftershocks.
“Good boy,” he praises, his voice hoarse, and it shouldn’t make me feel good, but it does. He slowly pulls from me, and I cry out at the sharp pain. Leaning down, he kisses my sore ass as he watches me. “You did so well.”
“Bastard,” I snap.
He smirks. “I know.”
Sky wraps his arms around me, dragging me back, and slides his hand up my chest. For some reason, I find myself reaching for it, twining my fingers with his as he presses a kiss to my bare shoulder.
“Sleep, beautiful. I’ll let you rest for a while.”
“You better,” I warn.
He chuckles and kisses my shoulder again before biting down. “It’s your fault. You feel too good around me.”
“Asshole,” I mutter, but I’m smiling as my eyes close again, and here, in his arms, I fall asleep.
Everything has changed, and it makes me scared for daylight.
I shouldn’t have been worried. Skylar is the exact same as he always is. Part of me thought he would pull away when he got what he wanted, but I was wrong. The smell of food wakes me, and when I wander into his kitchen, I discover he’s cooking for me. It reminds me of that day not too long ago when I got drunk and he took care of me.
“Morning, beautiful,” he calls when he sees me lingering in the doorway.
Nodding, I sit at the bar with a wince, and he serves me a plate.
“It isn’t much, but please eat. You need the calories after last night.”
I shoot him a glare, and he winks as I dig into the food. I’m starving, and when I’m done, he washes up and heads over to his couch as I look around. It’s practically empty, even more so than mine. It only has the basic furniture that comes with the place. How long has he had it?
“Bones,” he calls, and I spin to see him sitting on the sofa, his legs spread as he watches me.
He crooks his finger and pats his lap. My dirty mind heads straight to last night as I swallow, and my cock hardens. He smirks, no doubt reading my expression. “Don’t offer what you can’t give, beautiful,” he remarks. “Come here.”
I head over, confused and hesitant, but when I reach him, he grabs me and throws me down over his lap so I’m spread across it like a naughty kid.
“Skylar,” I snap in annoyance and embarrassment, but he smacks my ass, making me gasp.
“Behave or I’ll change my mind,” he orders, and when he tugs my shorts down, I shudder. He doesn’t do what I think, though, as something slightly cold drips along my ass, and his long fingers rub it over every bit of me that’s sore, making me relax.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, ignoring both our hard cocks as he takes care of me.
When he’s done, his lips press against my ass then he tugs my shorts up, and I sit up and slide to the cushion next to him, feeling embarrassed and unsure. He watches me as he leans back.
I hesitate, not knowing what to say or do, and he watches me hungrily. “I should get ready for school,” I blurt out and stand, embarrassment heating my cheeks.
I hurry to the door, needing to get away before I climb back into bed with him. He follows me to his door, and just as I’m about to open it, he slams his hand into the wood as his other slides down my half naked body.
He cups my cock through my shorts as I press my forehead to the door. “Need me to take care of this before you go to school, beautiful?”
“Fuck off,” I snap, annoyed at myself and my body for wanting him so badly, but when his hand slides into my shorts and grips me, I moan. My head hits the door again as I give in, unable to fight him and this desire he causes in me.
I have never struggled with lust this badly, never wanted to, but it’s like he unlocked it, and now I’m desperate all the time.
“Oh fuck . . .”
“I take that as a yes.” He chuckles into my ear, rolling his hips into my ass so I can feel his length. “All you ever have to do is ask, beautiful. I’ll always take care of you. Whatever you need—money, protection, love, my body . . . I’ll give you everything.”
Voices outside make my eyes widen, but he doesn’t care. He squeezes my cock harder, wringing a moan from me as my legs widen to give him better access despite my better judgment.
I thought I could fuck him out of my head, but I was so wrong. There’s no going back.
My eyes close as I try to fight it, but I can’t. I thrust into his hand as his other palm glides down to roll and cup my balls as he works me, and within seconds, I spill into his hand with an embarrassing whimper.
I elbow him as soon as I know my legs won’t give way, and he laughs as I spin and yank my shorts up.
Stepping back, he licks my release from his fingers as he watches me. There is a knowing look in his eyes that says I’ll be back for more, and I hate that he’s right. “Have a good day, angel. I know I will.”
Ripping his door open before I say something stupid, I rush to my apartment, his laughter chasing me.