Chapter 15
Skylar woke up more relaxed than she’d been in a long time. Of course, she’d actually slept through the night, on top of passing out for most of the afternoon the day before.
She used her hands to lift up enough to study Damon’s face. He had stubble, though it didn’t make his cheeks look any tougher. No, his arched nose, gorgeous cheekbones, and full eyelashes were all heartthrob. He didn’t snore either, which just wasn’t fair.
That ex of his had done a systematic carve-out on him. Skylar had seen it before. Hell, Sorcha, the woman who had gotten her into the band back before Jack had even joined, had done the same to her. She’d been too young and stupid to realize it, especially since the moment right after she was sneered at was when praise would come. People were as easy to train as dogs, with treats and sticks, and Skylar had been no exception.
Damon had said he lacked confidence, which was hard to wrap her mind around when everyone seemed to love him.
It wasn’t the only thing hard. Skylar could feel his morning erection against one of her thighs. She expected her usual cynicism toward it to appear, but she kind of doubted he would use it on her.
Which shouldn’t have disappointed her, damn it. That she’d been not only okay with, but actively seeking, the soft strokes of his hands the night before was another mind fuck. She didn’t like to be touched. Only her radar didn’t go off with Damon.
The idea of it annoyed her. Or maybe it was the twisted knot in her gut. He was just another guy. Maybe the first one in a while who didn’t want to bone her every time he was around her, but that didn’t make him special. No, it irritated her, she told herself.
Her hands moved to his tight jeans, where they worked open the button and zipper.
Damon’s hands moved over hers as his eyes blinked open. Those lashes of his framed his not yet focused gaze. “Whoa. Good morning.”
Skylar tugged on her hands, the bottom of her right palm skimming over his erection through the material. “It will be once you let me have a go.”
Damon cleared the sleep from his throat. “You don’t have to. He calms down on his own.”
“I know I don’t have to.” Skylar nudged his erection again. “I fucking want to watch you explode. So let me, okay?”
There was a tremble to his hands that he tried to hide by releasing her.
Skylar tugged his tight jeans down, satisfied when Damon’s hips lifted to help. Her hands wrapped around his thickness greedily. He really was nicely proportioned when fully erect. Thick and long, with a delicate vein under the skin that he groaned over when she ran her nail along it. Her thighs pressed together when she remembered how perfect he’d felt inside her.
She squeezed him as she pumped down, lowering her head to lick up from the bottom of him all the way to the tip and over his slit.
Damon let out a cute gasp. Skylar expected to find his eyes closed, but instead he was staring at her. She liked the need in their blue depths.
“Damn, you’re sexy as hell,” Skylar admitted before breaking the stare to bend her head and take him into her mouth.
Her hands moved to his ass, delighted when the cheeks trembled against her grip. She pulled him in deeper. Her tongue and teeth slid up and down his shaft as she created a thrusting rhythm.
“Fuck!” Damon cried out hoarsely.
His sudden curse sent a tremor through her. Skylar was wet already. She imagined riding him instead of using her mouth, and the tightness of her shorts felt almost decadent as her entrance squeezed.
She pulled him almost out of her mouth and sucked on the head of his cock before laving his slit with her tongue again. Her hand released his ass so she could squeeze his base, pumping hard before sliding her mouth down again. Her mouth met her hand each time as she resumed the prior rhythm. His hips lifted with her next stroke, and she rewarded him with a hum.
“If—” Damon cut off with a groan before trying again. “If—”
Her eyes shifted up to his face, and she was satisfied to find his own had squeezed shut. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and her gaze traced the sexy line of his throat as she eased her pace.
She thought about fucking him. Her body was super into the idea, if the way her thighs squeezed the legs she was sitting on was a sign. She was too into it, she decided. She was so fucking wet there was no way she’d get there before he erupted.
Her mouth slid up his straining erection. He had a full body shudder when she blew air over his wet tip, after releasing him enough to say, “Just flood my mouth already, Damon.” Then she took him deep again, pumping her hand with purpose.
His hips thrust into it once, twice, and then he shouted a curse as he came. She swallowed, using her tongue to catch the bit of overflow as she slid off him. She placed a kiss on his dick before sitting up to grin into his shining eyes.
“Well. Now, that was a good morning.” She started to rise, surprised when he grabbed her hand to keep her there.
He sat up, though his legs were still pinned where she sat on them. “I’d like to reciprocate.”
Skylar shook her head. “Nah, I’m good.”
His brows drew together as he searched her face. “You don’t want an orgasm?”
She started to roll her eyes, but hesitated when she saw what was in his. There was a vulnerability there, she realized, after all he’d shared the night before. “I could have ridden you if I wanted,” she said with a shrug.
She did feel frustrated, and she’d left herself that way on purpose. She wanted him too much. Her head hurt at the thought, followed by a twisting in her gut. She was a fucking idiot.
Damon’s hand moved to stroke her arm instead of gripping it. “Are you sure I can’t help? I want like hell to make you feel good, Skylar.”
She sighed, her hand moving to squeeze his already softening cock. “You’re tapped out, sweet face.”
“There are other ways,” Damon offered.
She was already aching and dripping, but the idea of letting him try made her nervous as hell. “Look, I figured you knew by now that I like to be in charge.”
“Then give me orders.” Damon smiled as he tilted his face closer, though he was careful not to kiss her. “I take direction really, really well.”
Fuck, that was hot. Skylar shifted against his thigh, giving her interest away. She bit her lip. Letting anyone try hadn’t tempted her since before… well, before. She forced her mind not to go down that rabbit hole, but couldn’t prevent her body from tensing.
Damon’s hand dropped away from her arm as his smile faded. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to push. I’ll respect your no.”
Skylar grabbed his shirt before he could pull away from her and kissed him hard. Her eyes shut, not wanting to see his doubt.
Damon’s lips softened under hers, and the kiss changed. She shifted angles, brushing over him this way and that, making his lips chase hers. A hum escaped her when she finally let him catch her, and their lips clung. She pressed her forehead against his, but kept her eyes closed when their lips parted.
“I have rules.” The admission came out in a husky whisper, and she swallowed her sudden nervousness.
“Tell me,” he said.
“No clit action.” It was too important not to make certain he agreed. Skylar opened her eyes to stare into his.
They didn’t look surprised like she had expected. He eased back enough to nod. “You’re more of a G-spot girl, aren’t you?”
Some of her tension eased, and she let out a shuddering breath.
His hand moved to her waist, the fingers hot against the bare skin her shirt didn’t cover. “So we’re talking about a finger fuck, right? Tell me you want that.”
Her thighs tried to close around his legs again. “Fuck, yes, let’s try it.” Her heart raced once the words were out. She tensed when she pictured him pushing her onto her back next.
Instead, he lay down, pulling her on top of him. His hands moved to her arms, skimming up and down. The crazy magic of them eased her tension again. “Tell me what to do, Skylar. This is your show.”
The idea of him stripping off her shorts didn’t appeal to her. She undid them instead, shoving both them and her underwear down before wriggling free enough to kick them away. They smacked the window in her haste, and she bit her lip, forcing herself to meet his gaze despite her embarrassment.
Damon’s blue eyes looked intense again, like they had right before he’d come. “Am I wrong to think you’re excited?” he asked.
She forced her teeth to release her lip and smiled at him. “Check for yourself.”
His hand moved from her arm to skim down her side and along her hip. His touch left a tingle behind that made her want to clench her thighs together, but she forced them apart instead, her breath catching as he moved his hand between them. A single finger swirled around her entrance.
Damon groaned. “God, you’re dripping from just sucking me. I love that.”
Skylar’s hips arched against his hand at the words, ignoring the doubt that tried to wriggle in. Her hands fisted into his shirt, needing something to hold on to as she waited for him to push inside her. And continued to wait. His finger wasn’t even swirling any more.
She frowned as her gaze found his again.
“You want my finger inside you?” he asked. There was a huskiness to his voice that made her legs move even wider apart.
“Fuck yes,” she groaned, wanting to be filled.
“You’re in charge, Skylar. Take my fingers like you would my cock.”
Her eyes squeezed shut at the idea of it. “Oh, fuck,” she breathed, her hips seeking his hand. She pushed down, taking two of his fingers inside.
It felt amazing, but also like she wasn’t full enough. “More,” she muttered even as she lifted and sank down on him again.
Damon pushed a third finger inside her. “Like this?” he asked, but she was too lost to answer. She moved on him like she was possessed, seeking something with each downward thrust, but it was still out of reach. She moaned, her hands aching where she pulled at his shirt as her hips shuddered.
Frustration built. “It’s not…” She groaned as she pushed down harder.
Damon met her thrust, sliding along just what she wanted and nearly blowing off the top of her head. Her body froze at the intensity, and she let out an embarrassing mewl.
“I can’t, I can’t,” she gasped, the shiver running through her sending sparks where his fingers continued to press, but not sending her over the edge. She tried to force her body to move, but it stopped listening to her, too busy focusing on that single point.
“Then order me to.” Damon’s tone was hard, licking inside her.
“Do it!” she yelled.
His other hand clamped around her as his fingers thrust into her. Her mouth fell open as the sparks flashed hotter. “Oh, fuck,” she gasped as his next pass sent her over.
The orgasm made her clamp down hard on his hand as the pulses rocketed through her. Her body shuddered with it as her eyes closed tight, and she forgot everything but the delicious escape that had taken over.
Her scalp tingled as she slowly came into herself again. Fingers were buried in her hair. The delicious little strokes seemed timed with the continued clenching down below from aftershocks, clenching on his fingers still inside her.
A hard erection pressed against her stomach where she’d melted on top of him. Skylar was impressed by that.
Damon’s husky whisper sounded like music to her ears. “Again?”
“Fuck yeah,” her mouth answered before her mind could catch up. The first thrust of his fingers was so perfect, it kept any anxiety at bay. “Slower,” she muttered, rewarded by an instant slowing. His next thrust dragged over just the spot, and she let out that embarrassing mewl again.
“Just hearing that makes me want to come,” Damon groaned, repeating his caress inside her.
“Later,” Skylar muttered, her focus narrowing again. She shuddered as his fingers hit her just perfectly again. And again. She pushed down into it, a spiral tightening inside her. “Oh, God!” she cried out about a dozen strokes later as she clenched down hard on his hand.
Damon groaned, capturing her mouth and thrusting his tongue inside. Skylar liked it, sucking on his tongue even as she worked herself over on his fingers.
When the orgasm was over, she collapsed on top of him. She had become way too limp and sensitive. Her body shuddered as his fingers slipped out of her.
“Sorry,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her.
“Unh-uh,” she grunted, not wanting his apology. No, her mind was thinking about how empty she was and how hard his cock pressed against her stomach felt. If she could just convince her body to wriggle a bit, she was so taking him.
A ding sounded, one her exhausted mind couldn’t wrap around.
“Oh shit,” Damon muttered, stiffening beneath her.
Skylar’s head lifted as she placed the heeled footsteps. Well, seeing Mandy’s startled face kind of helped her figure it out. Her manager whirled away, glaring at the elevator.
“Damn it, Skylar! There are multiple bedrooms in the suite.”
Skylar’s laugh came out way too fucking mellow. She had a hard time caring given how limp she still was. “It just sort of happened.”
A heavy sigh reached them. “I’ll return in an hour,” Mandy said, pressing the button on the elevator. Luckily, it hadn’t gone anywhere yet and slid open. Mandy jabbed at a button until the doors slid shut again.
Amusement filled Skylar as she glanced down at Damon again.
His entire face had flushed bright red; all the way down his neck too.
A giggle escaped her. An actual giggle, she realized in shock, and her gut twisted in a weird way again. That wasn’t a sound she made. She poked his cheek as a distraction. “Don’t worry, it was my bare ass she saw.” She shifted, rubbing her stomach against his kind of softened erection, she suddenly realized.
“I didn’t consider how late it was getting,” Damon admitted. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. That was fucking amazing.” She wriggled again, but he wasn’t as hard. “I guess we should get up, though.” She pushed to her feet.
Damon tucked his cock away, zipping up his jeans. “Sorry. I get kind of embarrassed by stuff like that.”
Skylar shrugged. “Don’t be sorry.” She crossed to the window to grab the shorts she’d kicked off. Turning back, her chest did a weird constricting thing as she watched Damon rub a hand over his hair and frown down at his legs, which were still sprawled out on the carpet. She kind of hated the idea of ending their time together with him looking like that, she realized.
Crouching down beside him, she took his mouth hard, happy when his eyes shot to hers and his lips clung back. “I’ve never come quite like that before, Damon.” Her heart beat hard from the admission.
The earlier sparkle returned to his aquamarine eyes. “I enjoyed doing it.”
Skylar laughed. “Yeah, you did. Don’t think I missed that erection.” She tilted her head, her smile spreading wider. “If I hadn’t been so limp in satisfaction, I so would have taken you.” She rose again, not bothering to drag on her clothes as she sauntered away. She needed to shower and hoped the remaining shiver in her legs didn’t make her melt to the bottom of the tub while she did.