Chapter 4 #2
I close the door, locking it so nobody can disturb us. Skylar turns quickly when she hears me. Then she's in my arms, kissing me like she'll die if she doesn't have her lips connected to mine. The feeling is mutual, gorgeous.
Our tongues tangle, and my cock hardens to the point of pain as her soft curves press against me. I groan, walking Skylar back to the wall, pulling her leg up and around my hip as I grind against her soaked core.
"Oh, fuck," she breathes in my ear.
I almost come from the little whimper that follows. I'm about to drop to my knees to execute the first part of the plan, but the sexy vixen in front of me beats me to the punch and unzips my pants quickly. Skylar's mouth wraps around my cock before I can remember what I'm supposed to be doing.
"Oh, God. Fuck." My fingers tangle in her hair.
Skylar releases me with a loud pop. "Such a gorgeous cock," she whispers, leaning forward to kiss along my hard shaft.
I want to preen like a fucking peacock. She remembered that I like praise.
Skylar gazes up at me from under her lashes, then wraps her lips around my thick shaft and swallows me down.
Her fist pumps my cock, her mouth sucking the tip as her tongue swipes the spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head. I lean against the wall, watching her work her magic beneath me. "Oh, fuck, doll." I run my fingers through her hair, trying not to thrust into her mouth before she's ready.
She holds my gaze as she swallows me deep into the back of her throat.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant, desperately trying to hold back, but my balls are already tightening as she milks me.
I've replayed our moment in the stairwell at the office party on repeat, so her going down on me right now is my perfect fantasy.
I stare at her in ecstasy, and she moans around my cock. The vibrations send me over the edge.
"Oh, fuck, baby," I moan, thrusting into her as she swallows my release. One hand caresses my balls, and the other pumps me dry as I fuck her mouth.
When I'm nothing but a panting mess, she leans back, her chest heaving as she catches her breath.
Her lips are bright red, and all I can think about is fucking her.
I pull her to her feet, kissing her hard.
She melts against me, letting me press her against the wall.
She moans as I kiss down her neck and across her chest. I suck a nipple through her shirt, then drop to my knees before her.
I pull her leggings down, making her step out of them, then toss them to the side. Hooking my fingers in the purple lace of her panties, I remove them quickly and pocket them.
Skylar smirks at me. "Trying to beat Mark to the punch this time?" she asks, her sexy voice already making me hard again.
I nod, and she bites her lip.
She lifts one leg over my shoulder, guiding me toward her gorgeous, glistening slit. I bury my face between her legs, feasting on the only meal that will ever satisfy me.
"Oh, God, Hunter. Yes, yes, yes." Her fingers are in my hair, and she pulls with a cry as I flick my tongue against her clit. When she's writhing against my face, I add a finger, and she sobs out my name again and again.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Skylar calls out softly.
I make a mental note to soundproof every room I've ever dreamed of fucking her in so she never has to hold back.
Her sweet release is the nectar of the gods, and I do not want to have to do what comes next. As she pulls my face into her, begging me for more, I suddenly stop and remove my finger.
"Oh, God, no. Please don't stop," Skylar begs, her eyes flashing with confusion as I lower her leg and reach for her pants.
I turn them inside out, handing them to her as I kiss her forehead. Then, I turn to leave.
"What? What’s happening? Where are you going?" Skylar stares at me, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed.
I want to bury my face in her gorgeous pussy and make her come for days, but we all agreed this needs to happen. And I'm willing to do anything to keep Skylar forever, even if she hates me for an afternoon.
I turn and crowd her against the wall, my fingers back in her slick opening within seconds. She grips my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. She lets out a relieved breath as my fingers dance over her perfect pussy. I close my eyes, relishing the contact.
Leaning forward, I whisper, "You ran from us, baby." I stop rubbing her clit, and she whimpers. "You need to show us that you can be our good girl. You don't get to come until we say."
"Oh, God. Fuck. No, please. I'm a good girl." Skylar's begging weakens my resolve, but knowing how Paul and Mark will react if I don't follow through and she runs again is enough to make me pull away.
Skylar watches me, panting hard as I lick my fingers, savoring her taste.
This is going to be as hard for me as it is for her.
"Please, Hunter. I'm sorry I didn't wake you guys. I-I needed to leave," Skylar says, revealing more than she did before, but still not voicing the real issue.
"I know you thought that, Skylar." I run my fingers through her hair, and she nuzzles against my hand. "But we can't let it happen again. You don’t come without our permission," I warn.
Somehow, I will myself to pull away, seeing the flash of fury in her eyes as I turn to leave.
I chuckle to myself as I imagine the number of orgasms headed her way tonight.
We will make this up to you, baby, I silently promise us both.