Chapter Eight
Zane
Her hand stays on my cock, stroking slow, unsteady, enough to rip a growl from my throat as my head tips back. Every nerve is burning, my blood pounding so hard it deafens me.
I have wanted this.
Wanted her more than I ever fucking should. More than I will ever admit.
And now she is here, on her knees, her fingers tight around my cock, and I swear I could die right now and it would be enough.
I reach up, fingers tangling in her hair, wrapping tight until I feel the gasp break free from her throat.
Fuck, that sound… it shoots through me like a live wire, makes my cock throb harder.
I pull, it’s rough, guiding her down until her lips hover right there. The tip of my cock brushes her mouth, and the sight of it—her, on her knees, mouth inches from where I need her—nearly fucking undoes me.
Another curse rips from my throat. My jaw locks, teeth grinding, trying to hold it together. But I’m right on the edge.
“Open,” I growl. My voice is all wreckage and need, no space for mercy. “Now.”
She hesitates.
Her breath hits the head of my cock, and that pause cuts deeper than anything. My chest heaves. Every muscle is wired tight, caught between restraint and the brutal urge to shove her mouth open and take what I need.
She has no fucking clue what she does to me.
I’m trembling. Fucked with it. This needing, wanting, ready to lose control.
Then her lips part.
The first brush of her lips hits hard. Soft heat on the tip of my cock, and my vision flashes white. A hiss tears from my throat.
“Fuck, Skylar,” I grind out, voice wrecked. “Do it. Suck me.”
Her lips close around me and the fucking world slips sideways.
Heat slams through me, and for a second I forget how to breathe. My hand fists harder in her hair, holding her still, watching her mouth stretch around my cock.
It’s too much.
Too good.
The sight brands itself into me, a collision of filth and beauty I’ll never scrub out.
She’s hesitant. Careful.
Her mouth moves slowly, tongue sweeping over the head before sinking lower. Every second of it destroys me. My body jerks, broken sounds tearing from my throat, nothing controlled about the way I groan her name.
“Skylar…”
It comes out full of hunger I can’t hide.
My hips shift into her, desperate for more, chasing the edge even as I try to hold back.
She gags softly, and her eyes flick up to meet mine. That shine in her eyes is all it takes.
Heat crawls under my skin. My grip in her hair turns possessive. Because in that moon-lit moment, with my cock buried in her mouth and her stare locked on mine, she fucking owns me.
Because this is not just about getting off.
It’s her.
How her mouth around my cock feels like drowning and being dragged back to life in the same fucking breath. I’m too far gone to pretend this is casual. Too fucked to stop now.
“Yeah,” I rasp, chest heaving. “Take it. You’re doing so good.” The words tear out of me, half praise, half command. I want to shove deeper, to feel her throat tighten around every inch, but I hold back.
Her hand wraps around what her mouth can’t take, stroking me slow, matching the pull of her lips.
The friction is fucking perfect. It’s too much and not enough. My stomach twists tight, muscles coiled, every nerve pulled to the edge.
“Jesus, Skylar.” My voice breaks. My head falls back. Eyes slam shut. “You’re gonna fucking ruin me.”
I drag my gaze down again, needing to see her.
She’s between my legs, mouth stretched around my cock, spit glistening on her lips in the pale light.
The stars blur above me. Tin cold against my back. Her warmth burning into my skin.
She is filth and beauty twisted into something holy. Her hair spills over her shoulders, her focus locked on me, her mouth wrecking every last shred of control I had left.
And I know I’m already lost.
The longer she works me, the harder it is to hold back.
My grip tightens in her hair, dragging her closer. My hips jerk up into her mouth before I can stop it.
She chokes, a wet, broken sound that rips a curse from my throat.
“Fuck… yeah, that’s it.” My voice scrapes out of me, hoarse and shredded. My chest heaves, every breath sharp, my control fraying with each second.
The sight of her, knees pressed to cold tin, mouth stretched around my cock, burns itself into my brain. Her throat working, hands steady. She’s giving me everything, and it’s too much.
I’m seconds from the fucking edge, jaw clenched, body tight, every muscle straining not to fall apart already.
Her hand keeps working me, twisting just enough to make my thighs tighten. Her mouth sinks lower, tongue dragging along the underside of my cock, and my body jerks hard.
The need is brutal. It claws through my chest, settles in my gut, makes me shake with how bad I want it.
“Take me deeper,” I rasp, my voice low and strained, every word clawing its way through grit.
I tug her forward.
She chokes, throat tightening around me.
My eyes slam shut, jaw clenched, every part of me on the verge of snapping.
“That’s it. Fuck, Skylar. You feel so fucking good.”
She pushes down further, swallowing me, and I can’t hold back the filthy sound that spills from my throat. My hand guides her, setting the pace, rougher now, harder. I can feel every twitch of her mouth, every scrape of her teeth when she slips, every wet drag of her tongue.
I look down and nearly lose it.
Her cheeks hollow, my cock vanishing between her lips, her eyes locked on mine. There’s heat in them. Hunger. Challenge.
It’s the dirtiest, most fucked-up beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Good girl,” I groan, voice splitting at the seams, sweat rolling slow down my spine. “Suck it deeper. Show me how bad you want this.”
Her tongue works me, dragging along the vein. Her lips stay sealed tight, sucking harder with every pass, and I can’t stop the curses spilling from my mouth.
My thrusts turn rougher, messier. I’m past the point of restraint. I’m desperate now.
“I’m close,” I rasp. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”
The pressure coils low, twisting hard in my gut. Every muscle locks. My hips jerk into her mouth, chasing that edge, a broken rhythm that’s all instinct and no control. My cock pulses against her tongue, twitch after twitch dragging me closer, wrecking me with every second she doesn’t let up.
“Fuck, Skylar—” My voice is shot, nothing but desperation now. “You’re gonna make me come.”
I yank her down one last time, my cock buried deep in her throat, and the world shatters.
Everything goes white.
“Fuck, yes…” The words tear out of me, a growl I can’t hold back.
I spill hard, my release flooding her mouth, hot and unrelenting.
My hips jerk, nerves firing all at once, my grip locking in her hair, holding her there, forcing her to take every last drop.
She gags, a soft choke against the pressure, but she doesn’t pull away. She stays right there, swallowing me down, her lips stretched tight, mouth wet and ruined.
She looks up at me through that mess, and fuck, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I ride it out, every pulse dragging another ragged groan out of me, until I’m emptied and trembling, my chest heaving, my cock still twitching in her mouth.
Slowly, my grip loosens in her hair. My hand falls useless to my side.
I’m completely fucking wrecked.
Silence slams down around us.
My chest won’t calm, breath tearing in and out heavy and uneven.
Skylar’s still on her knees, spit shining on her lips, her hands hanging at her sides.
I drag my eyes off her.
What the fuck did I just do.
This wasn’t just about her mouth on my cock under the night sky.
It was more.
A step I didn’t think about until it was already done, the heat of her dragging me past the point of stopping.
I wanted it. I wanted her. That’s the fucking truth.
I should’ve pulled back. Stopped before this turned into something I can’t walk away from. But I didn’t.
And now I’m stuck in it, caught in the mess of wanting her so fucking bad my body still aches for her.
She’s in my breath, in the fire running through my veins. The thought of stepping off this rooftop and pretending that this never happened is fucked.
But if I don’t put distance here and shut this down, then I’ll be hers. I’ll chase her. I’ll drown in her until I can’t see straight.
And I can’t let that fucking happen.
She doesn’t deserve this.
I know exactly what I am.
A fucking wrecking ball. Nothing steady, nothing safe. Just destruction. I fucking destroy until there’s nothing left but pieces, then I walk away without a second glance. That’s the pattern. The only thing I’ve ever been good at.
And I never wanted her on that list.
Skylar’s been through hell already.
Foster homes, scars no one sees, a life that’s taken more from her than it’s ever given. She doesn’t need me tearing at those seams. She doesn’t need the kind of hurt I bring. She deserves something steady, not the destruction I leave behind.
Because that’s all I fucking know how to do.
I shove my cock back into my jeans, zip the fly, fingers clumsy.
I keep my eyes on anything but her. The tin under my boots. The shadows swallowing the edges of the roof. Anything that keeps me from locking on to her eyes and undoing every bit of distance I’m clawing for.
The wind lashes the rooftop as I rise. The ladder stands there, rusty metal fading into the night.
“Zane.” Her voice cuts through the quiet. “Where are you going?”
I don’t turn.
My jaw locks, teeth grinding hard enough to send pain up the side of my skull. The ladder waits in front of me, steel fading into the dark, and I fix on it like it’s the only thing keeping me steady.
When I finally speak, I make my voice sharp enough to cut.
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, it fucking matters.” She pushes to her feet, tin rattling under her steps as she comes at me.
She plants herself in front of the ladder, forcing me to see her.
Moonlight cuts across her face, eyes blazing even through the streak of tears in her eyes.
“You don’t get to walk away and treat me like I’m nothing.”