24. Skylar #2
“No, Declan. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to refuse to fuck me because of some misplaced sense of guilt and then act all jealous when I’m within ten feet of another man.”
He whips his head around, and I’m all too aware of him now.
I take in the slight dark stubble across his jaw, the thorny stems peeking out from his white T-shirt, and the glisten of his lip ring under the fluorescent lighting.
It’s at this moment that I notice he has no bruises.
No cuts or scrapes. No split lip or blood across his brow.
I don’t know where he was, but he wasn’t letting someone hurt him.
My chest fills with pride, not that he listened to me, but at the possibility that he found a better way to cope.
The win is short-lived, though, and I’m right back to fuming at his next words.
“Who gave you the locket, Skylar? You never fucking take it off, so it must be someone important.”
He leans back against the sink as he rubs a hand through his hair, which already looks like it’s been thoroughly finger-raked.
“You don’t get to care,” I say. “Not unless you’re going to do something about it.”
It’s silent for a beat, then he slowly pushes up from the sink, an entire battle brewing behind his dark, conflicted eyes. He walks over to me until we’re so close, I have to physically force air back into my lungs. When I look up, I see it. The snap. The decision.
“Get on your knees.”
“What?” I whisper.
“You want to know what it feels like to be owned by me? What all those girls in high school experienced?” He bends down, gripping my chin and turning my head until my eyes meet his. “Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees.”
I know I shouldn’t. There’s absolutely nothing healthy about this.
He’s not doing it because he wants to, but because he’s jealous.
I’ve backed him into a corner and now he’s returning the favor.
My brain knows all this, but my body doesn’t.
Maintaining eye contact, I slowly lower myself down until my knees hit the ground, the cold tile biting my flesh through the thin material of my leggings and making me wince.
Declan notices, because of course he does, and takes his leather jacket off, laying it on the dirty floor.
He pushes at my shoulder to get me to move onto the jacket, but I shake my head.
“I don’t want special treatment,” I protest.
“Too bad. Kneel on the fucking jacket or this stops.”
I sigh, but do as I’m told, immediately feeling relief from the padding.
Declan crouches down for a moment so he’s eye-level with me.
“Good girl.” He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, bringing his thumb up to my neck and massaging my pulse point.
“You’re going to look so fucking pretty with my cock shoved down your throat while you’re gasping for air, Firefly.
But if you need to stop, you tap my leg.
Is that clear? If you don’t like anything, if you’re uncomfortable, even if there’s no reason at all, you let me know.
You want to stop? We stop. No questions asked. Tell me you understand.”
I nod, and he clicks his tongue.
Right, words. “I understand.”
He rises to his full height, leaving me below him at his complete mercy. Nothing has ever given me such a rush, not even riding on the back of his motorcycle for the first time.
“Take me out,” he orders.
My hands shoot out, but I’m a bumbling, shaking mess as I try to unbuckle his belt, so he takes pity on me and does it himself, dropping his jeans to the ground. I can see the outline of his cock, thickening against his boxer briefs, so I try again, but he bats my hand away.
“Uh-uh. You had your chance. You want my fat cock in your mouth?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Then earn it. Show me how bad you want it. Fucking beg me for it, Skylar.”
“Please, Declan. I can handle it.”
He laughs and it’s almost manic. “I don’t give a shit whether or not you can handle it, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. Because he’s treating me like he would any other girl he’s using for sex. I’m not his Firefly anymore because he wouldn’t say those cruel words to me. He’s said crueler, but that was when he was trying to protect me, or so he says.
Before I get lost in my own thoughts, he shoves his boxer briefs halfway down his ass, freeing his cock, and damn, it’s way bigger than I remembered.
Thick and veiny, already glistening with precum at the tip.
I’m not even sure how he fit inside me all those years ago, especially since I was a virgin.
I feel something brush against my cheek and realize he’s rubbing his dick alongside it. He gently pulls it away before slapping the head against my skin.
“Skylar Galloway,” he taunts. “If they could all see you now. Good girl Skylar with her 4.0 and her perfect attendance, on her knees getting cock slapped by her husband in a dirty bathroom.”
His words should make me angry, ashamed, mortified even, but instead my clit pulses, and I feel myself grow wetter.
He tilts his head to the side. “What are you waiting for, Skylar? This is what you wanted, right? Fucking suck it.”
My eyes flick up to his as I move my head closer, licking that bead of precum from his tip.
He hisses, so I continue, teasing the head of his cock, dragging my tongue along his slit until he grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes me forward.
He’s not all the way in, not even close, but the suddenness of the movement makes me gag.
“Choking on my cock already, sweetheart? It’s not even halfway in.
” His tone is mocking, but at the same time, I feel his grip on my hair soften and his thumb rubs circles against my scalp, as if checking if it's too much.
In response, I close my mouth around his crown, sucking on it greedily before I drag my tongue along the underside.
“Fuck, Skylar.”
My name comes out as more of a whimper than a moan. It only spurs him on, so I take a deep breath and take him to the back of my throat. He curses, grabbing my hair again and pushing his hips forward. I gag again, but it’s somehow not as bad as last time.
“Breathe through your nose, Sky,” he reminds me right as a wave of dizziness comes over me. I don’t know if it’s from the lack of air or the intensity of the sensation, but I have to close my eyes to keep the world from spinning.
Declan pulls halfway out of my mouth before slamming back down, and I feel a gush of wetness against my panties. I never thought I would be so turned on by giving a blowjob, but here we are.
“Touch yourself,” he demands.
I don’t think twice, sliding my hand down the front of my leggings and letting my fingers glide over my slick clit.
“Good fucking girl,” he praises just as there’s a loud bang on the door.
“Fuck off,” Declan roars.
“Dude, there’s no fucking in the bathroom. It’s common courtesy.”
“You have five seconds to step away from that door,” Declan calls back, and the guy must not think it’s worth the fight because a moment later I hear footsteps retreating.
The incident doesn’t slow Declan down. If anything, it spurs him on, thrusting into my mouth with more urgency. At the same time, I’m furiously rubbing my clit, tears blurring my vision as I moan around his cock.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Skylar, I’m gonna fucking come.”
I nod, humming lightly, and then he slams his palm against the wall as hot cum fills my mouth.
He pulls his cock out, gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger before I can swallow.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart. I want to see it. Then you’re going to swallow every fucking drop like a good girl, aren’t you? ”
I nod, opening my mouth so he can see his cum pooling on my tongue. “So fucking beautiful,” he muses, tipping my chin back slightly. “Swallow it.”
I swallow, not letting one drop go to waste, and it feels so right I almost forget that I’m still kneeling on a bathroom floor in a frat house.
When reality does finally sink in, I start to stand, but Declan kneels in front of me before I can.
He reaches out, cradling my cheeks in his hands.
I’m caught off guard by the gentleness of his touch, such a contrast to how he grabbed me a second ago.
“You are nothing like those girls, Skylar. Once I had you, I couldn’t even stand the thought of being with anyone else.”
My mouth drops, confusion crinkling my brows, but just as fast as it happened, he’s back on his feet, holding his hand out for me. I take it, and he pulls me up.
Then we walk out of the bathroom, hand-in-hand, leaving his jacket and my jaw on the floor.