Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
K ingston
I feel something warm and soft press against me and reach out to squeeze it. I realize that my hand is on someone's breast and my eyes fly open. I see Skye lying there, staring at her phone. She turns her face to me with a small smile.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she says.
I blink rapidly for a couple of seconds as I remember the previous evening. "Hey. Morning," I say more gruffly than I intend.
Her green eyes shutter for a second, and then she blinks. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, you?" I realize then that I'm naked and she's naked and pressed up against me. I'm hard, and I feel it twitch against her thigh.
"I guess someone's happy to see me, even if you're not."
"What?" I blink at her.
"I mean, you don't look so happy to see me this morning." She grins. "Was I supposed to grab a cab and disappear before you woke up?"
"What are you talking about, Skye?" I say, shaking my head as I reach over and tug on her hair.
"What are you doing?" she asks.
"This," I say as I lean over and give her a quick kiss. She kisses me back eagerly and I squeeze her breast and play with her nipple. I could get used to waking up like this.
"What are you doing?" she says, mumbling as she pulls away from me, her eyes glittering.
"I was just giving you a morning greeting to let you know that I don’t regret last night. Do you?" My fingers trail down the valley between her breasts to her stomach. I can feel my dry cum on her.
She wrinkles her nose. "I need to shower."
"I guess we both need to shower," I say, staring at her lips. "Do you want to go in together?"
"Maybe in a little bit," she says, grinning. I frown when her eyes go back to her phone.
"What are you doing? Are you chatting with someone or…?"
"Are you nervous that I'm telling the girls at work that we banged?"
"No. And since when do you say banged?"
"Would you rather me say fucked, or would you rather me say, 'Guess what, girls? I made love to the Kingston Chase'?" I laugh slightly at her words.
"Ha, ha. Very funny. You're not really texting them, are you?"
"No. Why? Would that make you nervous?"
"Not really, no. I just?—"
"Don't worry. I'm not texting them." She shakes her head. "I'm actually looking at something."
"Okay, and what are you looking at?"
"I don't think you want to know," she says, laughing as she turns to me, holding the phone up above her head.
"Now, you have me curious. What are you looking at?"
"Something I want."
"Okay. What, for breakfast? An omelet or eggs Benedict or..."
"I mean, it's not something I can eat. But if you want to get it for me over breakfast, I don't mind."
"Okay. It's something you want me to get you."
"Yeah," she says. "It is technically something that a man gets a woman." I stare at her in confusion. What the hell is she talking about?
"Okay." I stretch the word, hoping she’ll explain. "So are you going to tell me what you're talking about or..."
"Well, I was thinking..." She lies on her side and runs her finger down my chest toward my cock. She idly plays with my penis and I feel it growing harder in her palm. "Ooh," she says. "Good morning, mister." She leans down and kisses the tip and I groan. What is this woman doing to me?
"Are you going to tell me what you're looking at or are we going to fuck or…?"
"I was looking at rings, silly." She stares at me as she leans over to kiss me and snuggles into my arms.
"Sorry, what?" I blink at her.
"Engagement rings." She kisses me again and stares into my eyes. "Now that we're lovers, I was thinking you should make an honest woman out of me."
"Sorry, what?" My heart thuds as I stare at her. Is she being serious?
"Do I have a budget?" she asks. "I mean, traditionally it should be three times your monthly salary."
"What should be three times my monthly salary?"
"The amount you spend on a ring. So how much do you make per month? Or rather, I should say, how much do we make per month?" She laughs like she’s in on some joke.
"Skye, what are you talking about? What is going on here?"
"Do you make ten grand a month? Because then the engagement ring should be thirty grand, but..."
"Skye, what engagement ring?"
"Our engagement-ring-to-be." She taps me on the tip of the nose. "I am so excited. Now that we've made love and all, I figure our relationship is moving in that direction.” She shimmies back and forth. “Going to the chapel and we’re—.” She sings pushes her finger in my mouth.
"What?" My jaw drops.
“Why do you look like that Kingston. Can I call you my King. My future hubby. My baby daddy with the big bank account. Didn't you say that..."
I grab ahold of her hand. "Skye, we had one night together where we both drank copious amounts of wine and had some fun. That doesn't mean that we're getting engaged.” The panic in my voice is clear for her to hear.
"What? You're not going to make an honest woman out of me like Max did with Lila? I mean, wasn't that what your conversation was about the other night, that…" She pouts and bats her eyelashes. “I thought this was real. I thought this was fate. Serendipity. I thought there would be a documentary on Netflix about out love.”
“Skye!” Is this a case of fatal attraction?
She bursts out laughing then and shakes her head.
"Oh my gosh, I totally had you going. You should see the look on your face."
My eyes narrow as I take her in. "Is this meant to be a joke?"
"Of course it's meant to be a joke. I knew you would wake up thinking and worrying that I would think that just because we made love, I was expecting something from you. But I'm not, so you don't have to worry about it. Frankly, my dear, it was just so-so."
"Excuse me?" I stare at her, blinking.
"It was fun, but I would give you a seven out of ten.” She wrinkles her nose and yawns.
"You would give me a seven out of ten?" I stare at her.
"Yeah. You came kind of fast."
I glare at her. "Because I had just been masturbating ten minutes before that and was about to cum."
"I don't care what your excuses are, but you still came kind of fast. And you came on my stomach. Cum inside of me or cum in my mouth, but not on my stomach. I mean, fuck, even on my tits would've been hotter."
I narrow my eyes at her. "You want me to cum inside of you."
"Child support, baby." She winks at me and I groan. “Dollar dollar bills.”
"That's not funny, Skye."
"I'm joking. I'm on birth control. It helps regulate my periods. So even if you would've cum inside of me, it's very unlikely that you would've got me pregnant. But hey, how much would you be willing to pay me in child support if you did get me pregnant?" She licks her lips and holds her hands up. "It's a joke. Oh my gosh, if you could see your face, Kingston."
"That's not really a funny joke, Skye."
"I'm only saying it because you're acting like you think I think that last night meant something."
"I literally opened my eyes, woke up, felt your naked body next to mine, and asked if you wanted breakfast. I don't remember saying anything about me thinking that you thought last night meant anything special or..."
"Well, you don't have to worry," she says. "I know last night was just a way for us to relieve some stress and get to know each other better."
I stare at her through narrowed eyes. "You what?"
"And I am going to go home now. I'm tired and I do need a shower, and I'm hungry and?—"
"Like I said, you can shower here, and I can take you to breakfast and?—"
"Oh, no. You can't take me to breakfast." She shakes her head. "That's not something people in our situation do."
"Huh? What do you mean in our situation?"
"People who go to breakfast after having sex are more often than not in a relationship or have something special. You're my boss, I'm your assistant, and we just got carried away last night and we knocked one out."
"We knocked one out." I blink at her. "Really? That's the term you're using?"
"Yep, that's the term I'm using." She licks her lips nervously. "Anyway, it was fun. Could've been funner, but..."
"You don't think it was fun." I grab her hand and pull her toward me as she gets out of the bed. She collapses on me and her nipples brush against my chest. She moans slightly as I reach up and run my fingers between her legs. I let them press into her warmth for a few moments, causing her to gasp. I feel her wetness and stare at her as I trail my fingers down her thigh. "I mean, you don't exactly feel like the Sahara Desert," I say, staring at her.
She blinks at me. "Maybe because I'm not the Sahara Desert."
"You kind of feel a little bit like a typhoon," I say, licking my lips. I reach my fingers down between her legs again and rub her back and forth. She gasps, moaning slightly. I feel her getting wetter and wetter, her eyes never leaving mine, even as I slip a finger inside of her.
"What are you doing?" She moans, the sound breathy and unsteady.
I pull my finger out, bring it up to my mouth, and suck on it. "Just tasting you." I smile. "I was hungry. I needed something to satiate me."
"Okay," she says, staring down at me. I pull her hair back and she groans as she arches her back, and I watch as her breasts bounce up and down. I grab her around the waist and position her on top of me so that she's rubbing against my cock. She stares at me for a couple of seconds before I pull her face down and I kiss her hard. She moans and mumbles as my tongue slips into her mouth and my fingers run down her back and squeeze her ass cheeks. I grunt against her lips as my cock gets harder and harder and rubs against her. I can feel her wetness sliding back and forth on me. She's moaning against me now and I can feel her heart racing. I roll her over onto her back again and look down at her, kissing the side of her neck, then down to her breasts, sucking on her nipple before licking down to her belly button and down between her legs. I grab both her ankles and push them up so that I'm staring at her wetness; moist, juicy, waiting for me.
"You look like a woman who wants to be fucked," I say, grinning at her.
"You look like a man that doesn't understand his assignment," she says, sticking her tongue out at me. I laugh before grabbing my cock and guiding it to her entrance. She stares at me as I thrust inside of her, hard and fast. She screams out as I begin to fuck her in earnest, rubbing her clit as my dick fills her. Her eyes flutter back in her head and I can feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm.
"Oh my gosh, don't stop," she cries, mumbling as I pull my cock out and let it lay on top of her pussy. Her eyes open and she stares at me with parted lips.
"So…still think I'm an average lover or…?"
"Kingston," she says, glaring at me, and I laugh before thrusting back inside of her. She moans as I allow her pussy lips to close in on my cock. I grunt as I grab her hands and squeeze them tightly, lowering myself down to kiss her as I continue thrusting into her hard and fast. When I feel that I'm about to cum, I consider pulling out of her, but instead, I just stare into her eyes, grab her hips, and thrust one last time, hard and fast, erupting inside of her. She screams as she crashes down the mountain herself and I can feel her cumming, her body shaking as she grips onto me.
"Fuck," she says as I kiss her and stroke the side of her face. I lie down and stare at her, at her parted pink lips, at her wide eyes, and slide my cock out of her.
"So now I'm ready for you to leave," I say with a small smile.
"What?" She blinks at me.
"I mean, I couldn't have you leaving thinking I was an average lover. But now I think we both know that I warrant A+."
"Are you frigging kidding me?" Her jaw drops and I shake my head.
"No, but you said you don't want to get breakfast with me, and I'm kind of hungry. So unless you change your mind…"
She stares at me for a couple of seconds and rolls her eyes. "You know what?"
"What?" I say, snarking.
"Nothing." She jumps out of the bed, glaring at me as her hair swings back and forth. She ties it up into a bun on top of her head while I stare at her naked breasts, then she points at me. "This was a one-off. I just want you to know that."
"Okay," I say, smiling. "Technically, it's a two-off, but I'll take it."
"Ugh, you're so frustrating."
"And hot, right?" I wink at her, but she just rolls her eyes. I jump up out of the bed and pull her into me and wrap my arms around her, holding her body close to mine.
"What are you doing?"
"I just wanted you to know that even though this was a one or two-off, I still had fun." I give her a kiss on the forehead. "However."
"However what?" she says.
"I just want to ensure that we both know on Monday morning that when I ask you to do the work that you're paid to do, that you do it. And don't expect for me to go easy on you now that we've knocked one out."
"Knocked two out," she says with a little twitch of her lips. I grin.
"It was fun, you know?"
"I know," she says. "It was fun for me too. But that doesn't mean anything between us is different. I still think you're an asshole."
"As you should," I say. "I still want you to know that you shouldn't expect for our relationship to become anything like Max's and Lila's."
"Oh, don't worry, Kingston. That's the last thing on Earth I would ever want. You're not that good of a lover."