Chapter Fifteen Skye #2
"You and me here in your bed discussing songs you sang as a teenager."
"Why is it super weird?"
"Because we were literally just arguing the other day, and you're my boss and…"
"Stop questioning everything, Skye. You know, in life, things just happen. You got to go with the flow."
"You don't think it's weird that I, your assistant, am here in your bed wearing your T-shirt?"
"No." He shakes his head. "Maybe this is just our way of getting to know each other."
I roll my eyes. "Okay, stop changing the subject. Let me hear the song."
"Okay. Well, the beat goes something like…" He pauses and hums for a bit before he starts singing. "There she was in the sky, dancing in the clouds. Boom, boom, boom. That's the drum , by the way," he says, and I just nod.
"Continue."
"She's bouncing. Look, she's high. She doesn't want to know me, but I want to slip my arms around her."
"You were singing this at seventeen years old?"
"I was a horny seventeen-year-old boy," he says. "I was singing way worse than this."
"Oh, so you're not horny now that you're in your thirties?"
He shifts in the bed. "Um, do you really want me to answer that question?"
"I don't know. Do you want to answer that question?" I ask as he moves even closer to me.
"I don't know. You tell me."
I swallow hard as I feel his thigh next to me. His arm reaches around and plays with my hair. His hand is on my hip, moving my T-shirt up.
"What are you doing?" I ask, swallowing hard.
"Just checking if you still have your panties on," he says, as his fingers run across the material of my panties and up to my waist.
He strokes my skin softly, and I reach over and touch his chest, running my fingers down the smattering of hair to his abs.
"How often do you work out?" I whisper as I run my palm across his taut muscles.
"Every day, or at least I try to. What about you?" he asks as he caresses his hand down the side of my back and squeezes my ass.
"Not that often," I admit. "Though, I always say I'm going to work out more."
"Maybe we can go to the gym sometime?" he asks.
"Maybe."
He leans forward and kisses me on the forehead, his hand still on my ass, so I run my fingers down the side of his thigh and squeeze his buttocks.
He shifts closer to me, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into him.
I can feel his hardness pushed up against my belly.
His leg wraps over mine, and he reaches behind my head and pulls my face toward him.
His lips are close to mine as he stares into my eyes.
"I hope you have a good night."
"What?" I say, blinking at him in confusion.
"I said I hope you have a good night." He kisses me on the forehead again and drops his arm away.
"You want to sleep like this?" I ask him.
"You want to be small spoon?"
I nod and turn around so that my back is facing him.
This is way too intimate. His arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me back into him so that his cock is now pressed up against my ass cheeks.
His hand is now settled on my stomach. I can feel my hair pressed against his face, and I wonder if it's tickling him.
"Good night, Skye," he says.
"Night, Kingston," I say, even though I'm nowhere close to feeling ready to go to sleep.
His fingers trail up and down my stomach as we lay there, and I can feel his breath against my neck. He moves his hand farther up, underneath my breasts, and continues moving his fingers up and down, however, not going farther than the underbelly of my breasts.
I shift back slightly, and his hardness pushes between my ass cheeks. I close my eyes as wetness fills my panties. I lick my lips and close my eyes. His fingers stop moving and settle on my stomach.
I try to fall asleep, but I can't. My hand is on his before I know what I'm doing, and I move it farther up so it's cupping my right breast completely.
He doesn't do anything, and I’m embarrassed by my boldness until I drop my hand away and feel his fingers playing with my nipple.
I gasp as he pinches the sensitive bud and then squeezes my breasts.
He runs his hand back and forth between my breasts, and I moan at his touch, pushing my back into him and my ass against his cock.
He grunts, and his fingers slide back down my stomach and into my panties.
He shifts my leg backward, and I'm not sure what he's about to do, but then I feel his fingers between my legs, touching me softly.
"Are you awake?" he asks.
I nod.
"Skye, answer me."
"I'm awake," I say.
"And this is okay?" he asks.
"Yes." I moan as I turn to face him.
He looks at me, his eyes dark and heavy, and before I know what he's doing, he's grabbed me and pulled me on top of him, and he's pulling my head down to him. His lips are on mine, and we're kissing, and I cannot believe that we've waited this long to have this intimate moment.
He slides his tongue into my mouth, and I kiss him back eagerly.
He tastes like red wine, Sanpellegrino, and pepperoni, and I've never loved the taste of anything more in my life.
I grind back and forth on him as he reaches up and pulls my T-shirt off.
I watch as he throws it to the ground, and then he palms both of my breasts in his hands and plays with my nipples.
I moan as he reaches down to slide my panties off.
I shift to the side, watching as he pulls them off of my ankles before I reach down and grab his hardness, pulling his cock out of his boxers and rubbing myself back and forth on him.
He moans as he grabs my hair and pulls me down to kiss him again, my breasts pressed against his chest.
"Oh, fuck," he says, as he rolls me over so that now he's on top and I'm lying on my back, staring up at him.
He cradles my face and kisses me hard, his fingers running through my hair. He then takes one hand and works his cock up and down before positioning it between my legs.
"You're so hot, Skye," he says.
I reach up and pull his head down to kiss him.
"Oh, fuck." He shifts his cock between my legs and rubs it on my clit, his eyes gazing into mine. I nod, and he pushes inside of me.
I cry out in pleasure, and he groans. "Oh, fuck yes." He grows as he thrusts in and out of me, and he feels better than I've ever imagined any man could feel inside of me.
I grab his hair as he thrusts into me faster and faster.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he says as he slams into me, our bodies writhing together.
I feel my breasts bouncing against his chest as he kisses me hard and fast. He stills suddenly, pulls out of me, and comes all over my stomach.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he says.
Before my head can come down from the high that is Kingston Chase, he slides down the bed and spreads my legs wide, his tongue on my clit and sliding inside of me, sucking and grabbing my legs and throwing them over his shoulders as he finishes me off with his tongue.
"Oh, shit, yes. Don't stop, Kingston."
I scream and shout as he brings me to orgasm with his tongue. I feel myself erupting on his face, and he licks me clean, then kisses back up my body and stares down at me.
"Well," he says, "that was certainly something."
"I think I'm ready to go to sleep now," I say on a yawn, not able to process what I’m feeling at the moment.
"Me too.” His voice is husky and he also looks disoriented.
He pulls me into his arms, holds me close, and I am in bliss. That was the most amazing experience I’ve had in my life, and I don't know if I'll regret it in the morning, but right now, I don't care. Right now is everything I could have asked for and more.