Chapter 28 – Skylar #2
His chest meets my back, his lips by my ear, his hot breath making me quake.
“That. That sound. The way your cunt feels. Being able to fuck you until all you feel is me.” He moves hard, holding me down, taking over everything, so I have no choice but to feel him exactly as he said.
His cock pistons in and out of me, his lower abdomen slamming against my ass and making the bed creak.
“I’ve wanted you like this since that first night,” he continues, his voice dark and dangerous.
“Wanted to taste every inch of you.” He licks a trail up my spine, tasting my skin and sweat.
“Wanted to hear those sweet little sounds you make when you’re being so fucking good for me. Like you are right now.”
My eyes pinch shut as warmth spirals through me.
“Take it, my little swan. Feel it. Let me own this. Let me own you.”
I shake my head because I can’t let him do that, and he growls. Fisting my hair, he pulls back, arching my neck so he can kiss me. His tongue shows no mercy. Neither does his cock as he fucks me. The sting on my scalp somehow only heightens it.
“Mine,” he grunts into my mouth. “Just like that. Take what I give you. You’re so fucking wet for me, and your pussy is so tight, I know you love it.” His grip on my hair tightens, and his other hand slides beneath me to find my clit.
I’m close, and he knows it. He feels it.
With an arrogant fucking smirk against my cheek, he says, “Your hot little cunt is about to gush all over me, and when it does, I’m going to fill you up.
You’ll be dripping my cum all night. You’ll touch yourself, feel it there, and wake me up to beg for me to do this to you again because you can’t stand not feeling my cock inside of you. ”
And that does it for me. The dirty as all sin words, the filthy promise, and the way he’s rubbing my clit and fucking me in exactly the right place and even pulling my goddamn hair.
I don’t have a choice. There’s no holding back or mental hang-up.
I come hard and loud. My hands scrape at the blanket, and I pull away from his grasp so I can smother my face to stifle my screams. It’s consuming. My whole body has been ignited.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, his rhythm faltering. “You’re squeezing me so good. So fucking good. Fuck, yes!”
Aston’s arms lock around my shoulders, and he fucks me through my orgasm until he reaches the point where he can’t take it anymore. He stills as he comes in me with a wounded cry. His face falls between my shoulder blades, and he jerks as he clings to me, my name spilling from his lips.
Before I know what’s happening, he flips me back over and enters me again, his cock still half-hard. His forehead meets mine, and our eyes lock while our ragged breath tickles each other. He pumps lightly, a slow rolling of his hips.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I don’t want to stop. I want to keep going. I want to do this all night.” He licks my lips. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.”
He kisses me, his hands on my face, holding me. He thrusts deeper now, more primal. I can feel his cum leaking out of me, but he’s fucking it back into me too, and it’s so dirty I can’t help but moan.
“I’m getting hard again. Already.” He smiles. “Do you feel it? How do you do this to me?”
The wonder in his voice has me smiling too. I’ve already had two orgasms, but I’m not sure that will stop my body. Not tonight. Not with him.
“You take me so well,” he murmurs. “Like you were made for this. Made for me.”
The words sink into me, both terrifying and thrilling. “Aston,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m asking for.
“One more,” he demands. “Give me one more, my swan. I want to feel you come around me again.”
He fucks me like this. Fucks us both. He holds me close and kisses me and murmurs sweet and dirty things between my lips. It doesn’t even take that long until we’re both moaning and moving and panting.
I don’t know how it’s possible. How my body can take more, but somehow it does.
“I’m close,” he warns. “So fucking close. Come with me, baby.”
His finger finds my clit and moves in fast, mind-blowing circles while his hips slam harder, and suddenly, I am. My pussy clenches around him as another orgasm rips through me. It’s deeper, more intense. I feel it in my bones. In my soul.
Aston follows me, his body rigid, his eyes wide, and his lips parted.
It’s a look on him I’ll never forget. We collapse together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breaths.
For a long moment, neither of us speaks.
His heart pounds against my chest, and his arms tighten around me as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
Then reality crashes into me. I just fucked my fake husband and my brother’s best friend. A man ten years older than me. This was never supposed to happen. I promised myself it wouldn’t. Yet here I am, having just had the most intense and best sex of my life.
Panic rises up my throat, choking me. What have I done? What will this mean for us going forward?”
I need space. I need to think, and I need to do that without being naked, lying in his arms, and feeling things I don’t want to feel.
I move away from him when his arm tightens around me. “Stay,” he murmurs, his voice drowsy and sated. “Stay with me tonight.”
“I can’t,” I tell him honestly. “I just… I need my own space.”
I don’t look at him as I push his arm away and gather my clothes, pulling them on with hasty, trembling hands. I know he’s watching me, and suddenly the room feels too small, the air too thick.
He sits up and moves to the edge of the bed as he puts his boxer briefs back on. “Skylar—”
“It’s okay. This was fun. But I need to go.” Before he can respond, I’m out the door, hurrying down the hall to my own room on unsteady legs. I press the lock button on the knob and lean against the door, sliding to the floor as my knees give out.
I’m in trouble. Deep, serious trouble. And that’s the last thing I can afford to be in.