Chapter 28 – Skylar
SKYLAR
My body pulses with aftershocks, my breath caught somewhere between my lungs and the ceiling.
Aston hovers above me, a sinfully cocky smirk on his lips, his eyes twin dark pools ringed in blue I could drown in if I’m not careful.
Dammit. That’s twice now. Twice he’s made me come apart in ways I never knew possible.
The realization sits heavily on my chest alongside his palm.
I have no idea what this means. What we’re becoming in these stolen moments where the lines of our arrangement blur into something unrecognizable. Into something more. At least for me, and that’s what scares me.
“Hey,” he says, his voice soft while his hand comes up to my cheek and he positions himself so he’s resting on his side. He tilts my face. “You okay?”
I almost wish he weren’t so tender with me.
And how fucked up is that after all I went through with Josh?
I nod, not trusting myself to speak just yet.
The truth is, I’m not sure I am okay. I’m terrified.
Not of him, for a nice change of pace, but of this current that runs between us and makes my skin feel too tight and my heart too full.
I’ve been missing him. The thought ambushes me, the sensation unwelcome and undesired.
I’ve been missing my fake husband, my brother’s best friend, and the man who was never supposed to be more than a convenient and helpful solution to a difficult situation.
I remind myself that he’s done this to me before.
That he’s said a million perfect things to get his desired—and mine, who am I kidding—result.
The praise whispered against my skin is just to make me comfortable.
Just to get me off. The way he looks at me like I’m something precious is just part of the act.
His thumb traces my lower lip, his eyes following the motion. “Where’d you go just now?”
“Nowhere,” I lie, turning my face into his neck.
He smells like sandalwood and cedar and everything incredible that he always does.
It’s something specific to him that I’ve started craving to the point of smelling random things around the house that he leaves abandoned.
Shirts or even his stupid baseball hats that I find when he takes them off. “Just… processing,” I go with.
“Processing what?” He pushes me back, his smile dangerous. Seductive. Knowing. Yet he reins it in as he asks, “Do you not want to do this?”
“I do.” And I really do. I don’t want to think anymore. In fact, I’d seriously love to turn off this part of my brain. The overthinking part. Even if it’s just for tonight. Just for a while.
My hand runs along the planes of his chest and abs. The man really is cut from fucking stone. It’s wildly unfair, but right now, I’m not complaining. “Take off your briefs.”
He laughs. A full-on laugh that brings a smile to my face. “So bossy.” His lips find mine again, soft at first, but that only lasts a second before they grow impatient and hungry. “Help me along, Skylar. Touch me.”
“Touch you?”
“I want you. I want to feel you,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands sliding down my hips where he grasps me. “All of you. Every perfect inch.”
I swallow. Hard. “Then take me.”
On my next heartbeat, he rolls me until I’m on top of him, straddling him completely naked. He shifts me from left to right as he pulls his briefs down and kicks them off.
“Like this to start,” he says, his voice thick. “I want to see you. But I also want you in control until I decide to take it back from you.”
Holy shit. He means that. And part of me craves it. His control. My mental submission. But I also like this part. The part where he wants to watch me. Because he means it. He does want that. I can see it all over him. Suddenly, I’m not nervous anymore.
“Condom?” I ask.
He gives me a lopsided grin as he tilts his head. “I don’t have any. I wasn’t exactly planning to have sex here. It’s been a very long time since I even have, and I’ve been tested.”
Fair. “I don’t have any either, and I’ve been tested too. And I’m already pregnant.”
His thumb finds my clit, open and exposed to him, and he rubs tight circles that instantly have me breathless. “Then put me inside you.”
The way he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen makes me shudder.
I let it wash over me. I let myself believe it.
I know what this is between us and what it isn’t, and I’m okay with that.
I honestly am. There’s no room in my life right now for more complications.
For more drama from men, which, let’s face it, Aston comes with.
I reach between us and guide his large cock to my entrance, watching his face as I slowly sink down on him. His head falls back, and a groan sears from his throat. His eyes momentarily close but immediately reopen, smoky and half-mast, as if he doesn’t want to miss a moment of this.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You feel so good. So tight and perfect around me. Better than I ever imagined.”
His words wash over me, and I let myself relax and sink down deeper. His cock is thick and long, and yeah, it’s a tight fit. So much so that I have to rise onto my knees and pull him almost out of me again so I can sink back down and stretch myself fully around him.
He cups my tits and gives me a firm squeeze, pressing them together as I start to move. His eyes are glued to them, watching how they bounce in his hands, overflowing them. My eyes close as his thumbs rub my nipples.
Hell. The feel of him inside of me while he’s doing that…
He’s still for a few minutes, letting me move, allowing me to lead. Encouraging me at every turn with things like, “That’s it. Take what you need. Show me how you want it. Take me deeper. You know you want to.”
And I do.
It’s not even him, it’s me, I realize. I feel beautiful. I feel sexy. I feel… unstoppable. Like the woman I always wanted to be. The one no longer hidden inside or pushed down by the words and actions of others. I’m taking charge, and I fucking love it.
My hands plant into his chest, and I use it for leverage as I angle myself forward and grind up and down his cock.
It’s a smooth glide. In and out. But this angle is everything.
It’s so good, and he’s hitting this spot inside of me that has me winded and gasping for air.
He takes advantage, shifting his hands to my hips and thrusting up into me.
It’s the first time he’s done that, and holy fuck.
“Oh god!” I cry out, my eyes rolling back while my nails dig into his chest.
He captures the back of my head and brings my mouth down to his, swallowing my moans with a dizzying kiss. Our tongues tangle, and I lose myself to this. The feel of him fucking in and out of me, his hands all over me, in his breath and taste and sounds and smell.
On my next heartbeat, he flips us over until I’m on my back in the center of the bed.
My legs hit his shoulders, and he bends me until his mouth is back on mine.
“I want you like this now,” he rasps against my lips before taking another deep, plunging kiss.
“Because soon I won’t be able to fuck you like this.
I’ll have to be careful and gentle. Tender.
But not yet. I can still fuck you hard now, can’t I? ”
It takes me a moment to grasp what he’s talking about, but when I realize he means because my belly will be too big for it, I gasp and have to bite my lip.
“Don’t do that.” He cups my face. “I’m going to love fucking you as your body changes and grows.”
I don’t know how to make sense of that. Of the way he’s talking right now.
With how good this feels, I don’t want to.
Because if I give that an inch inside of me, it’ll grow and multiply, and there will be no going back.
Not just physically, but he’ll tear my heart to shreds and have my mind wrapped around him like he owns both.
My hands clutch the blanket above my head, and I let him pound into me. It’s fast but deep and paced. Not frantic or out of control. Not for Aston. He fucks me with precision. And he does it so goddamn well.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this,” he confesses against my lips, still holding my face so I can’t escape him. “Having you in my bed, feeling you come around me.”
Heat spreads through me, making my pussy clench and my fingers tingle. “Tell me,” I pant as I move faster, my hips canting in time with his, chasing the building pressure, hoping it happens, hoping this is the time I come during sex.
His hand slides to my jaw, his thumb in my mouth, and I open my eyes to find his wicked smile right above me.
I suck on his thumb, and his eyes smolder.
“You want to hear how I jerked off thinking about you? How I’ve imagined these perfect tits in my hands and your sweet cunt wrapped around my cock? ”
His filthy words send shockwaves through me. I’ve never had anyone talk to me like this. I certainly never knew how much I liked it.
“Yes.” I lean up and kiss him with his thumb between our lips. “Yes. I want to know.”
His hands meet the mattress on either side of my head, and his hips pound into me, rocking forward and angling up. It’s dizzying. Mind-bending. His light hair is dark with sweat, and his perfect body is coated in a sheen of it.
“How about I show you?” He slides out of me and draws me off the bed until I’m standing with shaky legs. His hand presses into the back of my neck, and he pushes me flat on the bed, leaving my ass in the air. He grasps my hips, lifts them up, and slams back into me.
“Shit!” I hiss, my eyes pinching shut.