Chapter Fifteen Skye
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Chapter Fifteen
Skye
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, but he's not in bed with me. A shudder of 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 three o'clock in the morning.
So I hadn't slept very long. I wonder where Kingston is, and I’m thirsty again.
I slide out of the bed, look around, and head to the closet.
I pull a T-shirt out, throw it on, and creep down the corridor 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.
My throat is dry as I watch him masturbating.
I am in 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. Come 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. "Yeah, Skye. Yeah, sit on my face again. Oh yeah, like that."
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 come," he mutters, and I gasp.
He freezes, stopping his ministration. 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.
I try to keep my eyes focused on his face, but they look down at his cock before they return back to 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 watches me, 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 woke me up. I'm a 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… 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 heads toward the kitchen, opens the fridge, 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'm sorry I fell asleep during the massage."
"I guess it worked," he says. "It made you relax, 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 nod. "Thank you. That was very thoughtful of you."
"I 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. "I guess I've kind of gotten into your head, huh?"
"I will neither confirm nor deny those allegations."
"Uh-huh," I say. "Shall we go to bed?"
"You want to share the same bed with me?"
"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, 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 asks.
"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.’"
"What?" I’m shocked he would say such a thing.
"What? You've never masturbated with someone?" he asks.
"No."
"You're telling me you've never been in a relationship where you masturbated at the same time he masturbated."
"No, I'm telling you, that's never happened."
"Well, you don't know what you're missing then."
"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 regard 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."
"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.
"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 care." I shrug. "Which side do you normally take?"
"The right," he says as he gets in.
I shift over, 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 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. Have you been to any of their concerts?" I ask.
He bursts out laughing. "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 knew he 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 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.
"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."
"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 is?" he asks.