Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
K ingston
"I thought you went swimming," I say to Skye as she comes back into the living room. Her hair is wavy now, and her white dress is flowing against her long legs.
"I got lost," she says, then giggles. "Okay. I didn't get lost. That was a lie."
"I had a feeling it was a lie. My home is not that big."
"Yeah, I guess that's what all the women say to you, huh?" she sways as she winks flirtatiously and I just shake my head. I’ve never seen her like this before.
"I think you know that women never say that to me."
"If that's what you want to think, Kingston," she says.
"So what were you doing in there so long? Or do I not want to know?"
"That's really inappropriate of you to ask me why I was in your restroom so long." She stares at me. "What if I had a bad belly or something?"
I wrinkle my nose. "Then I guess it would serve me right for asking."
"I was actually on the phone with Elisabetta. You remember her, my roommate and best friend?"
"Yeah. How is she?" I think of the pretty brunette.
"She's about to go out on a date."
"What?" I stare at my watch. "At this time?"
"I know, she's crazy. It's a Tinder date. They're going to go for a drink and who knows where the night, or morning, will end?" she says. "Do you have any water?"
"Of course, I have sparkling and still. Which would you prefer?"
"Ooh. Do you have Sanpellegrino?" she asks, laughing.
"I do. Would you like some?"
"You do not have Sanpellegrino." She looks surprised.
"I do. That's why I said I do."
"You're just so rich."
"I'm rich because I have Sanpellegrino?"
"Yep," she says with a giggle. I stand up and head to the kitchen and open the fridge. I take out two glasses and pour us both some water.
"Are you hungry? Do you want anything else?"
"No, I'm good."
"Would you like any more wine?"
"I don't think so." She shakes her head then hiccups. "I've had way too much wine. In fact, maybe I should get going." She nibbles on her lower lip nervously. "It's been a really fun night, but…”
“You want to leave?” I ask her, and even though this was what I’d wanted five minutes ago, I don’t want to see her go.
“I think it’s for the best.” We both stare at each other and there’s a heat in the room that is burning my skin. She licks her lips nervously and I watch as she bounces up and down.
"You haven't received your massage yet," I say softly, hoping the disappointment in my voice doesn't shine through. I've enjoyed hanging out with Skye, and I'm not ready for her to leave, especially as I can still taste her on the tip of my tongue.
"Well, I mean, if you don't need to go to bed or anything."
"I think I can keep my eyes open for a little bit yet," I say as I hand her the water. She takes a sip and moans.
"This tastes divine."
"You'd think I handed you a glass of champagne or something."
"Almost as good." She looks into my eyes and studies my face. "You really are quite handsome, aren't you? If I was an artist, I'd want to paint you or draw you or mold you in clay." She gasps as if she’s just had the best idea ever. "Maybe you'd be the new David."
"Are you saying you want to get me naked?" I lean toward her and she blushes.
"I mean, only in the most artistic of ways."
"Of course," I say. "In fact, if I were an artist, I'd quite like to paint you naked as well." I wink at her and she sips her water again.
"So are you giving me the massage in the living room or…?"
"No, I don't really think that's going to be a good workspace for me and my hands."
"Oh?" she says, turning back to me.
"Yeah, I think I'd rather have you on the bed face down on a towel, that way I can get to all the required parts quite easily."
Her eyes widen slightly. "You're taking this massage very seriously."
"I should though. I am responsible for stressing you out, aren't I?"
"You are." She nods and then grins. "If I'm one hundred percent honest, you're not the only reason why I'm stressed out, but you’ve definitely added some tension to my shoulders. You’re so annoying sometimes."
"I know, and there's only one way I can think of to make it up to you."
"Okay then," she says. "So are we going to…" Her words drift off.
"Are we going to what?" I ask her.
"You know, are you going to give me my massage now?"
"Sure," I say. "I was wondering if you were going to offer to show me some more examples of some of the dances that go down at your bachelor parties."
"No, I wasn't even…I mean, wait. Ugh." She has a strangled tone to her voice. "What is going on here?"
"I don't know. You tell me. You didn't speak a lick of English just now."
"I wasn't showing you dances. I was just showing you how Beth picks up the hundreds, but not because..." She blinks. "Anyway, I don't want to talk about it anymore."
"You don't want to talk about how you rubbed your panties against my face?"
"Kingston." She bats her eyelashes at me. "I was drunk, let's move on from that."
"Okay. I'll move on if you want to."
"I seriously do, or I'm going to go."
"Well, we wouldn't want you to leave before you get that massage." I put my glass down, walk around the island, and grab her hand. "This way, my darling."
"You know that song?" she says, singing slightly.
"Do I know what song?"
"You know. Oh, my darling. Oh, my darling."
"No, I can't say that I do."
"Oh, it's a song that my mom used to sing to me when I was younger. She used to sing, 'Oh my darling Skye, you're bluer than a pie.'" She groans as her voice trails off.
"You're bluer than a pie?" I raise an eyebrow at her.
"Blackberry or blueberry," she says. "Don't you know what I'm talking about?"
"You are drunk. Aren't you, Skye?"
"I'm as high as the Skye with no pie." She holds her hands up and twirls around. "Do you think I've got a nice singing voice?"
"Do I have to answer that?" I say as my lips twist slightly.
"So that's a no." She suddenly stops, grabs me by the shirt, and pulls me toward her. "You've got the biggest, bluest eyes I've ever seen in my whole entire life."
"And you've got the greenest eyes I've ever seen."
"I bet you say that to all the girls," she says, closing her eyes and pushing her mouth up toward mine. "Are you going to kiss me, Kingston Chase?" I stare at her for a couple of seconds and realize she's far more drunk than I initially realized.
"I don't think so," I say. "I think you're drunk." Her eyes fly open and she glares at me.
"I am not drunk. I drink wine all the time. Do you like wine? You like wine. You drink wine with me," she says and grabs my hand. "Now, show me to your bedroom, big bad Mr. Wolf." I stare at her for a couple of seconds and think about sending her home, but I quite like seeing this side of Skye. She's lighthearted, she's fun, and she makes me feel fun too.
"Come on, let me show you to my room." We take a couple of steps and I push open the door. I turn on the light and her jaw drops.
"Whoa. That bed is humongous."
"You like my bed, huh?"
"Yeah. I wish I could fit this size bed in my room. Wow." She runs over and jumps on top of it and bounces up and down, her eyes gleaming as her hair shakes back and forth. She leans back and rests her head against the sheets. "This bed is so comfortable." She looks up at me. "I bet you have a lot of sex in this bed, don't you?" My lips twitch again.
"I don't know if you want me to answer that question."
"Have you had sex with Angelica in this bed?" she asks me, her eyes narrowing. "Because if you had sex with Angelica in this bed, you're not having sex with me."
"I didn't realize that was on offer tonight," I say as I close the door behind me and head towards her.
"It's not," she says, shaking her head. "I mean, it's not on offer tonight or ever or anything. I'm just curious. Has that blonde bimbo been in this room?"
"She has not," I say, laughing at her use of the term blonde bimbo. "In fact, not many women have been in here. This room has not seen plenty of sex."
She looks at me in disbelief. "You're joking."
"I'm not joking. I prefer to..." I was about to say have my conquest, but didn't really think that was appropriate word to say. "I prefer to have this as my inner sanctuary," I say. "This space is just for me. And intimate moments, well, they're for other places."
"Oh, so you don't like to bring women back here because you don't want them to think that you're serious about them." She points a finger at me. "Because you don't do relationships or girlfriends, do you?"
"I take it you know me well," I say, blinking at her. "And what else do you think you know about me, Skye?"
"You think that you are the boss of me," she says, grabbing my hand and placing it on her shoulder. "But you're not the boss of me. I'm the boss of you."
"Really?" I say, reaching over and touching the side of her face.
"Yeah, I am, because…" She stills suddenly and looks at me seriously. "I'm in control here. I'm in control. I am in control," she sings. "Do I sound like Madonna? Do you think I could get a job as Madonna at a nightclub?" I stare at her for a couple of seconds and just shake my head. "What's that mean? Are you saying I don't look like Madonna?"
"You don't look like Madonna."
"Are you saying I don't sound like Madonna?"
"You don't sound like Madonna."
"Okay, what about Britney Spears?"
"Nope."
"Katy Perry?"
"Nope."
"Jennifer Lopez?"
"No."
"Halle Berry?"
"No, Skye."
"Who do I look like then?"
"You look like Skye Redding."
"I do?" she says eagerly and then pauses. "Wait, I am Skye Redding. You're a goofball, Kingston Chase."
"Are you ready for this massage or would you rather..."
"I'm ready," she says. And before I know what she's doing, she jumps off the bed, pulls off her dress, and is standing there in a bra and panties. My throat goes dry as I stare at her beautiful body. She does a little twirl. "I'm not taking off my bra and panties though. This isn't some sort of striptease. You didn't get that lucky." She runs her finger across her lips. "Now, where's the towel? I want to lie down on the bed, and I might close my eyes. And you can turn the lights off. You can maybe put on some candles and some music. Oh, I'm so looking forward to this massage." She tries to stifle a yawn. "I am really in need of it.
"You know what? Why don't you just lie on the bed?" I say. "It's okay."
"But I don't want to get it dirty or anything."
"It's okay," I say. I watch as she jumps up onto the bed and lies face down. She tilts her chin to the side and looks at me with a small smile.
"Did I tell you that you're handsome?"
"You did," I say. "Thank you."
"That's not the response I was looking for."
"Oh?"
"You're supposed to tell me I'm pretty or whatever."
"Okay."
"Okay what?"
"You're whatever, Skye."
"What?" She glares at me. "No fair."
"You're very beautiful, Skye. Very, very beautiful." My eyes wander from her face to her back and then to her ass and her shapely legs, down her calves to her feet, which are hanging off the bed. "You can shift up a little bit if you want. Your feet don't have to hang over the bed."
"It's a weird thing that I do," she says, wrinkling her nose.
"Sorry, what?"
"I like to hang my feet over the bed. I know it's weird, but it just makes me feel better. I don't know. I can't fall asleep or whatever if my feet aren't hanging over the bed."
"What about when you're with someone?" I say, frowning slightly. "Don't you..."
"Don't I what? Don't I wrap my legs between theirs and play footsie with them all night?" She grins at me. "Maybe, maybe not. Wouldn't you like to know?" I stare at her for a couple of seconds and don't say anything, because I'm very desperately trying not to picture my legs entwined with hers or our feet playing footsie.
"Okay, let me turn off the lights and see if I've got any candles."
"Ooh, yay. And what music are you going to play?"
"I don't know. What would you like me to play?"
"Something melodic. Nothing crazy. No heavy metal, no hard rock, no country, no rap."
"You're not leaving me many options."
"Maybe something classical, like an opera."
"Do you like opera?" I ask her.
"No. I mean, sometimes. But I don't know opera, so I won't sing along with it. So then I can just really relax."
"Okay then. Let's see if we can get some Carmen playing for you."
"Thank you," she says. "Okay, I'm going to close my eyes now and just relax."
"Sounds good." I head back into the kitchen and open one of the drawers and pull out some candles and a lighter. I carry them back to the bedroom and place them on the night table, then turn off the lights. I get up on the side of the bed and I knead my fingers into her shoulders. She groans immediately.
"Oh my gosh, this should be illegal."
"What should be illegal?" I ask her.
"How good this feels." She lets out a low moan. "Oh my gosh. This feels fantastic." I can feel myself hardening as she makes the little whimpering sounds.
"I'm going to unclasp your bra if that's okay."
"It's fine," she says and giggles. "Don't try anything funny though."
"Would I do that?" I say, and she just laughs. I run my fingers up and down her back and massage her neck and her head and her shoulders. I make my way down to her waist and her buttocks. "Is this okay?" I ask softly, but she doesn't respond. "Hey, Skye." I stop for a second, and I notice that she's falling asleep. I smile as I see her lying there. "Oh, sweetness," I say.
I gather her up and pull the sheet back and place her into the bed and cover her. She has a large, wide, beautiful smile on her face as she snores slightly. I blow out the candles and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I should take the couch and sleep there. I want to be a gentleman.
I finish brushing my teeth, grab a pillow and a blanket, and head to the couch and lie down. I turn on the TV and watch it, but all I can think about is Skye topless in my bed, sleeping. I wonder if she hadn't been so tired and if she hadn't been so drunk just where the night would've led us. I wonder what it would be like to be sleeping next to her, her breasts pressed up against me.
But I didn't want to violate her in that way. I didn't want to put her in a position where if she woke up in the middle of the night, she’d have reason to question what may or may not have gone down. Even though I want her badly, I need her to know that I would never cross a line that she was not fully aware of.
I groan as I shift my cock in my boxers and roll over onto my side. I'm still hard. "Fuck," I mumble under my breath. I stare at the TV screen and then turn it off and just stare up at the ceiling. I am not going to be able to sleep unless I take care of this.
I take a deep breath and work my fingers down to my hardness. It's not like I'm in the bed with her. It's not like I'm masturbating right next to her. I'm lying on my own couch by myself and I'm pleasuring myself, something that I do almost daily. I'm not going to feel guilty.
I close my eyes and picture Skye's staring into mine; her parted lips, the way her breasts bounced in that dress, the way she tasted as I flicked her clit with my tongue as she hovered over my face.
"Fuck," I moan as I grip my cock and move my hand up and down. "Fuck, Skye. Fuck, I want you so badly."