Chapter 53
IN THE MINUTES IT TAKES Sky to make his way to the bedroom – in which my dumb ass is waiting naked as requested – I realize that he's done this purposefully.
I can kick myself for falling for it – that smooth-talking asshole. He's good. He's really fucking good with distracting and seducing me.
He's successfully managed to evade the interrogation I'd had planned about his whereabouts and finally getting him to open up.
God knows I love this boy. Everything he does for me – unprompted – makes me fall deeper and harder for him but he rarely opens up which leaves me floundering and grasping at straws to understand him better.
I can't say how many times it's crossed my mind wishing I know exactly what he's thinking and feeling. Some things I can figure out but there's way more to him than he lets on.
After all that we've been through together, and I'm opening up to him more and more, giving and showing the parts of myself I'm afraid to share, shouldn't I be allowed to know him just as well?
I want us to work but I fear that him hiding crucial parts of himself will break us apart.
He's not been right since last week. The circles beneath his eyes are getting more noticeable. Whatever is bothering him is taking its toll and I hate seeing him this way.
I'm reaching for my discarded clothes, intent on talking tonight when the door opens and all my earlier resolve weakens. When he steps inside, his feet are bare and he's pulling of his jersey, exposing ripped abs, a muscular chest and biceps.
Fuck. I'm in trouble.
I'm in so much trouble and if I'm being honest, I don't mind. He's not going anywhere. Surely, I can give him a pass tonight.
His gaze is dark, almost predatory. He looks at me like he wants to ravage and ruin me – so heated that it steals my breath and weakens any fight I might have been willing to put up.
"Ready, baby?"
Oh god.
That voice. The lust-filled rumble in his chest.
But it's when he starts crawling across the bed toward me that my resolve completely flies out the window.
Yes. I'm ready.
Sky's fingers wrap around my ankle and I'm pulled closer, plopping onto my back.
A startled gasp flies out of my mouth, not expecting the sudden roughness but loving it all the same.
His mouth crashes onto mine in a searing kiss.
It's hot the way his needy mouth claims every inch of mine.
He completely dominates the kiss, controls every touch and I'm struck by how well he knows what he's doing.
It's not surprising since I know he has quite the promiscuous history. He's been with boys and girls, so he knows his way around the bedroom. I'm shocked by how fucking good he makes it feel.
He has complete control, yet it doesn't feel selfish. Each kiss and caress and touch is purposeful – designed to bring maximum pleasure to the person he's bedding.
Sky kisses his way down the column of my neck to my chest.
He spends some time there, giving equal attention to my nipples.
While he sucks and nips at one, his fingers rub and pinch at the other.
Then he switches and all the while, his hips and abs press between my legs, the pressure there heighten my pleasure and pushing me deeper and deeper into a state of sexual bliss.
I'm breathing hard when he stops and reaches to kiss me again. His fingers wrapping around my cock in a gentle grip, slowly and sensually stroking wrings a groan out of me. My back arches and suddenly, I need him everywhere and in one specific spot all the same.
"Patience, baby," he whispers into the kiss. My mind reels and my toes curl. My eyes roll, frustration building at his gentle, teasing touches and purposefully taunting kisses trailing lips to jaw to neck.
"Please," I beg.
A devilish smirk spreads across his lips.
"Please, what? Tell me."
"You know what I want," I fire, desire flaring in time with my growing frustration. It's so fucking good, it's addicting.
He chuckles, a low rumble against my lips that travels down my body to my aching cock. I feel myself come a little, my eyes rolling and a tortured groan slips free as his thumb presses into my tip. "I don't. Tell me what to do, Conner. Tell me how to pleasure you."
Oh. My. God.
I claim his lips, my hands brushing through his silky soft dark hair. Sky groans into the kiss, one hand at the back of my neck while the other continues a scorching path down the side of my body – from shoulder to hip. He stops long enough to stroke me and resumes his exploration, dipping lower.
His touch is experienced. Purposeful. The best kind of torture.
"Your mouth. I want your mouth on me."
He raises an eyebrow, dark amusement flashing in his gaze. "Here?" he asks, teasing. His finger touches my bottom lip.
I shake my head. "No."
I'm loving this game.
He frowns playfully, dipping his finger to my neck, brushing over my Adam's apple. "What about here?"
"Not there either."
He chuckles. His hand roves lower on my body. He pinches my nipple and I gasp, arching my back. "Right here?"
"You know that's not it."
He hums softly, a deep rumble as his fingers trace the dips of my abdomen. Lower and lower, over my navel. His hand hovers over my cock and he raises an inquisitive eyebrow. "Is this what you want, baby?"
I smile at him, hoping he can see in my eyes how much I feel for him. "You know that's where."
"Hands over your head," he commands. Without sparing a second, I raise my arms, clasping my hands above my head, keeping them pinned to the mattress.
He slides down my body, adjusting his position until my legs are comfortably dragged over his shoulders. When his mouth closes around my cock, I have to break the command of keeping my arms still and pull a pillow over my face.
I've gotten blow jobs before, but none compares to this.
His tongue swirls around me like he's sucking on a lollipop and he sucks hard.
When his hand wraps around the base of my cock and his nails drag over my balls, the sound that leaves my mouth is nothing short of embarrassing because I didn't think I could make such a noise.
He has me a moaning mess, the pillow pressed to my face to muffle it because my parents are asleep one wall away. He has me writhing, my body arching and trembling because his hands travel over my chest too. He has my toes curling and my nails digging into his shoulders.
The pressure builds low in my belly. When it explodes, my hands are buried in his hair, and I come so hard that all I see is blank white space, little gold flecks and black dots.
I'm so lost in the haze that I can hardly move. I feel him, though. The brush of his hair against my palms. His lips against my inner thighs. I feel the path he kisses up my body, the hot pressure of him on top of me.
"Come back to me, baby," he whispers, lips brushing the tip of my ear.
My sight focuses once more, seeing straight instead of crossed and he comes into view. Sky is watching me with a contented smile.
"That might've been better than last time. Somehow, you managed to get sexier."
My face heats up in embarrassment and because I've never been complimented this way post sex. He laughs quietly, the sound fading away when he follows to where my gaze is pointed.
How is it bigger than last time?
"That's what you do to me, Conner. Ready to take responsibility?"