Chapter Twenty-One Skye #2
His tongue slips into my mouth, and I hold on to him for dear life as he gyrates against me. His towel pools on the floor and the length of his hardness presses up against my panties. I moan against his lips as he reaches one hand up under my T-shirt and plays with one of my breasts.
"Fuck, I don't want to go to work," he says as he rubs himself against my panties.
I swallow hard as my fingers run down his neck and squeeze his shoulders.
"I know," I say, staring into his eyes as he takes a step back and lets me down.
He pulls my T-shirt off and drops it to the ground, leaving me standing there in just my panties next to his very naked and hard body.
He pushes me against the wall again and leans down to kiss me; his chest pressed up against my breasts as he runs his fingers up and down the side of my body.
My hands make their way down his back and squeeze his buttocks, and we both moan as we stand there caressing each other.
In the distance, I hear a faint beeping and let out a small sigh as he steps back and curses under his breath.
"One second," he says as he strolls to his bedroom, grabs his phone, and answers it. "Hey, what's going on?" He snaps into the phone, and I wonder who he's talking to. "Yeah, Max. I'll be there soon. I didn't forget." He rolls his eyes as he stares at me.
I walk over to him with a wicked smile, and he looks down at me with curious eyes. I drop to my knees and look up at him.
"I think that I can get that paperwork done by…" He pauses as my lips touch the tip of his cock. His eyes widen and I wink before I open my mouth wider to swallow him.
"Uh, Max, can I call you…" He pauses as he reaches down and runs his fingers through my hair. "Look, I'll be back in a moment," he says and drops the phone to the floor.
He looks down at me with humor in his eyes. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think?"
I swallow him yet again, my head bobbing on his cock as I try and take him deep into my mouth.
He groans as he holds on to my hair, and I feel him getting harder and harder, his body stiffening as I suck his glorious, salty cock.
I know when he's about to come because he stills completely.
I don't stop. Instead, I suck on his tip and gently run my fingers under his balls and squeeze.
"Oh, fuck," he says as he pulls out to the tip and then slams his cock deep into my mouth.
His thick cum spurts into my mouth, and I swallow fast, licking my lips dry as he finally finishes.
I stand up and give him a quick kiss on the lips.
"I think it's time for you to go to work," I say. "Try not to think of me too much."
He looks befuddled, dazed, and confused, and I grin as I head into the bathroom and close the door behind me. Holy shit, I think as I stand here recalling what I’ve just done. I have never done something like that before in my life, and yet it was one of the hottest moments I can remember having.
"I just love girls’ night," Elisabetta says as we dance in sync, walking down the street.
"You sound like you're in a good mood," I say, looking at her in surprise. The last few times we hung out, she’s been down, and I was happy that we were going to have some fun, just the two of us.
"I am. I'm young, I'm single, I have the best, best friend in the world, and tonight we're going dancing. What more could I ask for?"
"I love you too, and I'm excited to dance, though let's make a rule."
"What's the rule?" she asks, groaning.
"No hooking up in bathrooms with random men."
"Okay, I can promise that." She nods her head. "I'm surprised that your hot boss allowed you to go dancing with me tonight."
"Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?"
"He seems pretty possessive of you, and I'm sure if he saw you right now in that slinky silver dress, he would want you to be over at his place."
"Maybe, but like I told you, we have an arrangement."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. How long is that going to last?"
"I don't know, but we'll see."
"I just never expected my best friend to be boinking her boss."
"Really, Elisabetta?"
"What? I'm just saying. I didn't see you as a Fifty Shades of Grey sort of girl."
"I'm not in a Fifty Shades of Grey relationship. He doesn't whip me; he doesn't tie me up. And thank you so much for buying me this huge max camera and these rolls of film; that was so thoughtful of you."
"Well, I wanted to thank you again for rescuing me that night from Radium and not judging me for the craziness that went down.
Plus, if you're going to do a selfie business and charge money, I really don't think you can use people's phones.
They can grab their phone and go running and not pay you.
This way, if they want to get the cute little snap you take of them, then they have to pay. "
"I know. This is why you are so brilliant."
"Girl, I'm not brilliant because I thought it was a good idea to buy you a Polaroid camera and take photos."
"Yeah, you are."
"You thought of it too," she says.
"Yeah, but I didn't have the money to spend on it." I motion to my handbag.
"So what's going on with Whittaker Matlock?" she asks. "Did he ever come into the office or…?"
"He keeps making appointments, but he hasn't yet come." I shrug. "Kingston hasn't said anything about it, but I can tell that he gets a bit aggravated every time I let him know that Whitaker's business manager has contacted to reschedule."
"Yikes. Do you think that's a bad sign?"
"All I know is that Kingston said at least he's not canceling the appointment."
"Oh, I like a guy who thinks that the glass is half full and not half empty," she says with a nod. "To be honest, when you told me what went down that night, I was shocked that Whittaker even made an appointment."
"Me too," I say. "But I'm just the assistant; I don't really know how this sort of business goes."
"Yeah, and I don't think I want to know," she says. "Let's think about fun things."
"Okay. Like what?"
"Like, are you going to buy some sexy lingerie for the next time you're with Kingston?"
"Oh my gosh. I'm not talking about Kingston anymore tonight."
“Why not? He's such a fun topic of conversation."
"I mean, I feel like I talk about him all the time. And no, I'm not going to buy lingerie just to have sex with him. He would just rip it up, and there would go my money."
"But didn't he say he wanted to give you a credit card?"
"He suggested it, but I'm not going to use his credit card to buy lingerie for him to rip up; it's a waste of money."
"You're far too practical, Skye; you do realize this? If you're in a love affair like this, you've just got to go with the flow and roll with the punches. Shit, if he wants to pour ten-thousand-dollar champagne on your ass crack and lick it up, let him."
"I don't think we should be talking about ass cracks right now," I say, giggling.
"Hey, that should be my joke." She laughs. "But you're right. I'd much rather he drank ten-thousand-dollar champagne from your you know what."
"Elisabetta, we're going out to dance and get our flirt on with random hot men in the city. We're not going to talk about my hot boss, who may or may not make me come in a million different ways because I do not want to think about him tonight. I do not want to think about him at all.
"You like him, though, right?"
"It's just so complicated. I don't even know what's really going on. I don't even know how I feel about him. Some days I hate him, some days I…" I pause. "Like him a lot."
"You kind of love him some days too, don't you?"
I glare at her. "I'm not even responding to that. I just know that this is a situation where I do not feel like I know the ins and outs completely because it's so fluidly changing. Sometimes, when I'm with him, I feel like the earth is moving."
"That's what she said." She giggles. "Sorry. You know I had a couple of vodka shots before we left."
"I know. It's just weird, you know? I just don't even know him. Sometimes, he seems like he's all about the money and will do anything to make as much money as possible, and then other times, he seems like he really cares about people, my feelings, and doing what's morally right."
"I mean, he's not the devil. He is not a psychopath, right? He does care about good and bad, right?"
"Do I think he's evil? No. Do I think he can be a jackass sometimes?
Yes. Do I enjoy him being a jackass sometimes?
Yeah. I don't think he's like the snake trying to make me eat the poison apple or anything; I just think that it's complicated on both our ends.
It makes my brain hurt to think about it. "
"Your brain's not thinking about it when he is inside of you though."
"Really?"
"What? You said he's great sex."
"He is great sex, and that's why it makes it so hard. Do not say, 'That's what she said' again."
"That's what she said," she says under her breath, and we both laugh. "So are you going to see him tonight or—"
"No, it's not our scheduled night, thank you very much."
I'm grateful when we arrive outside the nightclub.
"So let's get some drinks and just dance. Are you going to take pictures before or after or…"
"Actually, look at those girls over there," I say, who are taking selfies in front of the sign.
"Go on, girl, go."
"Okay," I say. "Sorry, I don't want to hold us up."
"Just go, Skye."
I run over to the two girls who are giggling and taking a selfie.
"Hi. How are you doing tonight?"
They look up at me suspiciously. "We're fine. Why, what's going on?"
"My name is Skye, and I am an unofficial photographer."
"You what?" They stare at me. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm not an official photographer. I am an unofficial official photographer for the night." I grin at them.
"Sorry, what are you talking about? What does that mean?"
"I saw you girls were trying to take a selfie, and I wanted to offer my services."
"What services? Where's your camera? Are you paparazzi?" the girl with the blonde hair asks. "Because I'm not going to talk about what went down with me and Tennessee River last week."