Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
S kye
The sound of the TV wakes me and I stretch as my eyes flutter open. I'm in an unfamiliar room and I am not wearing a T-shirt. I blink and freeze for a few moments when I realize that I'm at Kingston's apartment and I'm lying in his bed.
My eyes immediately flicker to the left and the right of me, but he's not in bed with me. A shudder of slight disappointment passes through me as I reach down to see if I have on any panties. I do. I try to think back and realize that Kingston had been giving me a massage and I must have fallen asleep.
I look over at the clock on the nightstand and it's only two o'clock in the morning. So I hadn't slept very long. I wonder where Kingston is and all of a sudden, I feel thirsty again. I slide out of the bed, look around, and head to the closet. I pull a T-shirt out and throw it on and creep down the hallway back toward the living room.
Kingston's making some weird noises and I think he’s sleeping, until I hear my name coming from his mouth.
"Fuck yes, Skye," he says, and I stop dead, my jaw dropping open as I take in the scene in front of me.
Kingston's lying on the couch, shirtless, with only a pair of boxers on. His hand is surrounding his very thick and very long cock and is moving back and forth quickly. I feel my throat dry as I watch him masturbating. I am in absolute shock and I don't know if I should say anything. I take another step forward, hoping that he'll see me, but he doesn't.
"Fuck yeah. Cum for me," he moans. "Do you like it when I play with you like that? Fuck, you're so tight," he pauses and my heart jumps for a few seconds. "Yeah, Skye. Yeah, sit on my face again. Oh yeah, like that."
My jaw drops and I feel like watching my boss on his couch playing with himself thinking about me has sobered me up more than any breakfast meal has ever done.
"Oh my God, Skye. I'm about to cum," he mutters and I gasp.
He freezes and stops. His eyes move toward me and he sits up. "Skye?"
I clear my throat and lick my lips nervously. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck I think to myself.
"I'm just looking for some water," I say, holding my hands out ahead of me and pretending that I'm sleepwalking. "Can I have some water?"
"Skye?" He jumps up and heads toward me now.
I stare at him and then look down at his cock and then back into his face. "Yeah?"
"Were you just watching me?" He raises a single eyebrow.
I lick my lips nervously as I look back down at his still-hard penis. "Um, you want to put that thing away? It could do someone some damage."
He stares at me for a couple of seconds, confused, and then he looks down.
“Fuck," he says, as he slips his cock back into his boxers. "I thought you were asleep.”
"I think maybe the TV came on and it woke me up. I'm a little bit of a light sleeper and I was just going to get some water and make sure you're okay because I was in the bed by myself and..." I realize I'm rambling. "I did not mean to stare at you doing that. I..." I lick my lips nervously. "Sorry."
"I'm sorry you had to see that," he says. "You want some more water?"
"Yes, please." I nod.
He looks at the T-shirt I'm wearing and grins. "You got good taste."
I look down and see the Metallica logo spread across my chest. "Yeah, it was the first T-shirt I found."
"You didn't want to walk out here topless?"
"Not really," I say. "But maybe you would've liked that."
"Maybe," he says. He heads toward the kitchen and opens the fridge and takes out the bottle of Sanpellegrino and grabs another glass.
I move to stand next to him, trying not to stare at his naked, tan chest. He really is built.
"Here you go."
"Thank you," I say. "I'm sorry I fell asleep during the massage."
"I mean, I guess it worked," he says. "It made you tired and that's a good indicator that you're not super stressed."
"It did feel amazing," I say. "But I feel like I didn't even get my money's worth," I tease him.
"I didn't realize you were paying me," he says with a grin.
"I didn't realize you wanted to be paid."
"Not with money," he says, winking, and I blush and look away.
"How come you left me in the bed by myself?" I ask him softly.
"Because you didn't have a top on," he says. "And I didn't want you to wake up topless just in your panties with me next to you in my boxers wondering what the hell had gone on."
I stare at him for a couple of seconds and nod. "Thank you. That was very thoughtful of you."
“I do try to be a gentleman whenever I can be." He grins. "So, I'm sorry you witnessed me..." He pauses. "Just exactly what did you witness, by the way?"
"I witnessed you on your couch playing with yourself saying my name." I grin. "So I guess I've kind of gotten into your head, huh?"
He stares at me for a couple of seconds and shrugs. "I will neither confirm nor deny those allegations."
"Uh-huh," I say. "Shall we go to bed?" I stare at him for a couple of seconds and he just stares at me.
"You want to share the same bed with me?"
“It’s not that I want to, but we're both here, unless you're trying to kick me out right now."
He shakes his head. "Like I said, I'm a gentleman. I wouldn't try to kick you out."
"Well, then I don't want to take your bed. It's huge. We can share it."
"Okay." He stares at me. "So you're telling me you do not want me to sleep on the couch."
"I'm telling you I do not want you to sleep on the couch." I nod. "We can just go to bed and sleep and I will go home in the morning."
"Okay," he says. "Fine. That sounds good to me. My couch is comfortable but it's not that comfortable. I only have one requirement though."
"And what's that?" He said.
"If you need to finish masturbating, do it before you get into the bed."
He bursts out laughing.
"What?"
"I thought you were going to say I masturbate and you masturbate and we just watch each other."
I stare at him in shock. "What?"
"What? You've never masturbated with someone?" he asks me softly.
"No."
"You're telling me you've never been in a relationship where you masturbated at the same time he masturbated."
"That’s exactly what I’m telling you."
"Okay. Well you don't know what you're missing then."
I stare at him for a couple of seconds. "I'm not taking the bait, you know? I may be a little bit tipsy—okay, a lot tipsy—but I'm not going to masturbate while you masturbate."
"Okay. I was just saying if that was something you wanted to do, I'd be open to it. But if it's not something you want to do, then we don't have to."
"You're my boss Kingston and remember what you said to me? You didn't want me to get any ideas that?—"
"Hold on a second, Skye. I said I didn't want you to get any ideas in regards to what happened between Lila and Max. I basically said I didn't want you to think that we were going to hook up and then end up in a happily ever after. I mean, mutually masturbating is not even hooking up."
"Okay, well, I'm just saying it seems to me that you're crossing some very gray lines here."
"Well, we haven't technically crossed any," he says.
"I'm tired, Kingston. Let's go to bed."
"Okay. Do you want anything else before we go?"
"No," I say as I head back toward his room, my heart thudding.
I don't know what I'm thinking by inviting him to share the bed with me. It's like I'm playing with fire and I know I'm going to get burned and I don't even care, which sounds about right for me.
I jump up into the bed and pull the sheets down so I can watch as Kingston stares at me.
"You want the left side or the right side?" he asks as I lay there in the middle of the most comfortable mattress I’ve ever laid on before.
"I don't mind." I shrug. "Which side do you normally take?"
"The right," he says, as he gets into the right.
I shift over slightly and he turns onto his side to look at me. "So here we are," he says.
"Here we are." I look back at him.
"You don't seem like you're super tired anymore," he said.
"I don't know. I wasn't really asleep for long, but..." I shrug. "I guess the massage really knocked me out and now I have a little bit of energy again."
"You saying you want another massage?" he asks, reaching over and squeezing my shoulder.
"No, I'm okay."
"I like the way my T-shirt looks on you," he says. "You look like a cool rock heavy metal chick."
"I'm so not a rocker or a heavy metal groupie chick. I am definitely more of a boy band girl."
"I could have guessed that," he says with a smile. "Let me guess. You were totally into Backstreet Boys."
"No, I was into One Direction."
"Ah, okay. I do know their music."
"Have you been to any of their concerts?" I ask.
He bursts out laughing then. "I am a heterosexual man. No, I have not been to a One Direction concert." He laughs. Why? Have you?"
"I always wanted to go to one but my parents would never get me the tickets…you know how it goes."
"I guess so," he says. "Maybe one day you'll be able to go."
"They're not even together anymore." I stare at him. "You didn't know that?"
"I'm going to be honest with you here, Skye. I've heard of them but I literally could not tell you anything about them."
"What? You don't know Harry Styles?"
"Harry who?"
"Harry Styles, the dude from One Direction?"
"Prince Harry was in One Direction?" He looks shocked. "I mean I knew him and the royal family fell out, but I didn't realize it was because he was in a boy band."
"No, silly. Not Prince Harry. Harry Styles. He's an actor as well. He's been in some movies."
"Okay, if you say so."
"You really are a man's man, aren't you?"
"I guess so," he says.
"But wait, you said that you used to love to do karaoke and you used to want to be in a band."
"A rock band," he says, chuckling. "Not a boy band, but yeah, I did. I used to write songs and everything."
"You did?" I stare at him in surprise. "Like song songs?"
"What other kind of songs are there?" His eyes crinkle and he stares at me.
"Can you sing one to me?"
"What? One of my songs?"
"Yeah, one of your songs."
He groans. "I am not as drunk as you. I don’t know that I have it in me to sing any songs right now.”
"Come on. I've been singing to you all night."
"True. You have been, haven't you, Madonna?"
"Don't remind me. I know I cannot sing like Madonna."
"I mean, it doesn't matter though because you're prettier than her."
"Don't let her hear you say that."
"I would let her hear me if she was around," he says, touching the tip of my nose. "Okay, I will sing you part of one of my favorite songs from when I was seventeen."
"Oh, yippee," I say, clapping my hands, then I pause for a moment. "This is super weird, isn't it?"
"What?" He says.
"You and me here in your bed discussing songs you sang as a teenager."
"Why is it super weird?"
"Because we were literally just arguing the other day and you're my boss and..."
"Stop questioning everything, Skye. You know, in life, things just happen. You got to go with the flow."
"You don't think it's weird that I, your assistant, am here in your bed wearing your T-shirt?"
"No." He shakes his head. "Maybe this is just our way of getting to know each other."
I stare at him and just roll my eyes. "Okay, stop changing the subject. Let me hear the song."
"Okay. Well, the beat goes something like..." He pauses and hums for a couple of seconds before he starts singing. "There she was in the Skye, dancing in the clouds. Boom, boom, boom. That's the drum solo by the way," he says, and I just nod.
"Continue."
"She's bouncing. Look, she's high. She doesn't want to know me, but I want to slip my arms around her."
"You were singing this at seventeen years old?"
"I was a horny seventeen-year-old boy," he says, grinning. "I was singing way worse than this."
"Oh, so you're not horny now that you're in your thirties?"
He stares at me for a couple of seconds and shifts in the bed. "Um, do you really want me to answer that question?"
"I don't know. Do you want to answer that question?" I say, as he shifts closer to me.
"I don't know. You tell me."
I swallow hard as I feel his thigh next to me. His arm reaches around and plays with my hair. I feel his hand on my hip, moving my T-shirt up slightly.
"What are you doing?" I ask, swallowing hard.
"Just checking if you still have your panties on," he says, softly, as his fingers run across the material of my panties and up to my waist.
He strokes my skin softly and I just stare at him. I reach over and touch his chest, running my fingers down the smattering of hair to his abs.
"How often do you work out?" I whisper as I run my fingers across his taut muscles.
"Every day, or at least I try. What about you?" he asks as he runs his fingers down the side of my back and squeezes my ass.
"Not that often," I admit. "Though, I always say I'm going to work out more."
"Maybe we can go to the gym sometime?" he asks, and I just stare at him.
"Maybe."
He leans forward and kisses me on the forehead, his hand still on my ass, so I run my fingers down the side of his thigh and squeeze his buttocks. He shifts closer to me, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into him. I can feel his hardness pushed up against my belly. His leg wraps over mine and he reaches behind my head and pulls my face toward him. His lips are close to mine as he stares into my eyes.
"I hope you have a good night."
"What?" I say, blinking at him in confusion.
"I said I hope you have a good night." He kisses me on the forehead again and drops his arm away.
"You want to sleep like this?" I say, staring at him, shifting slightly.
"You want to be small spoon?"
I nod and turn around so that my back is facing him. This is way too intimate. I feel his arm wrap around my waist and he pulls me back into him so that his cock is now pressed up against my ass cheeks. His hand is now settled on my stomach. I can feel my hair pressed against his face and I wonder if it's tickling him.
"Goodnight, Skye," he says.
"Night, Kingston," I say, even though I'm nowhere close to feeling ready to go to sleep.
His fingers trail up and down my stomach as we lay there and I can feel his breath against my neck. His fingers start moving up slightly and I feel them underneath my breasts. I swallow hard as he continues moving his fingers up and down, however, not going farther than the underbelly of my breasts.
I shift back slightly and feel his hardness push between my ass cheeks. He groans slightly and shifts. I close my eyes as I feel wetness filling my panties. I lick my lips and try to close my eyes. His fingers stop moving and settle on my stomach.
I try to fall asleep, but I can't. My hand is on his before I know what I'm doing, and I move it farther up so it's cupping my right breast completely. He doesn't do anything for a couple of seconds and I feel slightly embarrassed until I drop my hand away and feel his fingers playing with my nipple. I gasp slightly as he pinches the sensitive bud then bites on my ear. He runs his hands up and down my back and I moan at the touch of him, pushing my back into him and my ass against his cock. He grunts and I feel his fingers sliding back down my stomach and into my panties. He shifts my leg backwards and I'm not sure what he's about to do, but then I feel his fingers between my legs, touching me softly.
"Are you awake?" he asks.
I nod slightly.
"Skye, answer me."
"I'm awake," I say.
"And this is okay?" He groans.
"Yes." I moan as I turn to face him.
He looks at me, his eyes dark and heavy, and before I know what he's doing, he's grabbed me and pulled me on top of him and he's pulling my head down toward him. His lips are on mine and we're kissing and I cannot believe that we've waited this long to have this intimate moment.
He slides his tongue into my mouth and I kiss him back eagerly. He tastes like red wine and Sanpellegrino and pepperoni, and I've never loved the taste of anything more in my life. I grind back and forth on him as he reaches up and pulls my T-shirt off. I watch as he throws it to the ground, then he palms both of my breasts in his hands and plays with my nipples.
I moan as he reaches down to slide my panties off. I shift to the side and watch as he pulls them off of my ankles before I reach down and grab his hardness, pulling his cock out of his boxers and rubbing myself back and forth on him. He moans as he grabs my hair and pulls me down to kiss him again, my breasts pressed against his chest.
"Oh, fuck," he says as he rolls me over so that now he's on top and I'm lying on my back, staring up at him.
He cradles my face and kisses me hard, his fingers running through my hair. I watch as he moves his fingers up and down his cock before positioning it between my legs.
"Fuck. You're so hot, Skye," he says.
He stares at me and I reach up and pull his head down to kiss him.
"Oh, fuck." He shifts his cock between my legs and rubs it back and forth on my clit, his eyes looking into mine. I nod and he pushes inside of me.
I cry out in pleasure and he groans. "Oh, fuck yes." He grows as he thrusts in and out of me and he feels better than I've ever imagined any man could ever feel inside of me.
I reach up and grab his hair as he thrusts into me faster and faster.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he says as he slams into me, our bodies writhing together.
I feel my breasts bouncing against his chest as he kisses me hard and fast. He stills suddenly and pulls out of me and I feel him cumming all over my stomach.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he says.
Before my head can come down from the high that is Kingston Chase, he slides down the bed and spreads my legs wide, his tongue on my clit and sliding inside of me, sucking and grabbing my legs and throwing them over his shoulders as he finishes me off with his tongue.
"Oh shit, yes. Don't stop, Kingston."
I scream and shout as he brings me to orgasm with his tongue. I feel myself erupting on his face and he chuckles slightly as he licks me clean then kisses back up my body and stares down at me.
"Well," he says. "That was certainly something."
I stare at him and roll my eyes for a couple of seconds and yawn loudly. "I think I'm ready to go to sleep now," I say, not able to process what I’m feeling in the moment.
"Me too.” His voice is husky and he also looks disoriented.
He pulls me into his arms and holds me close and I am in bliss. That was the most amazing experience I ever had in my life and I don't know if I'll regret it in the morning, but right now I don't care. Right now is everything I could have asked for and more.