Chapter 9 - Skylar
Chapter nine
Skylar
Iwake up in what can only be described as heaven, sandwiched between two hunky pieces of man-candy.
Hunter's large forearm locks me in place, and Mark's leg is thrown over mine like they want to keep me in bed forever.
The guys snore softly, alternating snorts to create my own personal sound machine.
Their naked bodies pressed against mine are the sexiest hot potatoes in the history of humankind. But holy hell, I need some air.
I manage to wiggle out of the nest of limbs without waking them and quickly fill my absence with a large pillow sham we threw to the floor. I stifle a giggle as both guys snuggle into pillow-me.
Padding across the room, I slip Hunter's T-shirt over my head and open the door quietly.
I stand in the hallway, eyeing the other doors, knowing Paul is behind one of them.
He seemed less into this idea than the other guys, although the way he watched me as I deep-throated his cock earlier suggests that it wasn't the worst night he's spent.
I shake my head, walking to the front of the condo where I left my purse and phone. I need to check in with Holly and let her know I'm okay.
Am I though?
Hunter and Mark seem to want to do this again, unless that was just talk in the heat of the moment. They have no idea I'm supposed to get on a plane in less than twenty-four hours and travel the world for the next few months.
Will they wait for me to come home?
Do I want them to?
What would I do if they offered to make this permanent?
How long would an arrangement like that last, and could I deal with it ending?
The questions swirl in my head on repeat, and my anxiety builds like a slow balloon.
Tonight was the single most erotic evening of my existence. Tonight, I was sexy and special, but it was more than that. I was... loved. And that is precisely why tonight needs to be a one-and-done event.
I can't keep my heart out of it, which means it's going to end badly for everyone.
When I turn the corner, I jump, holding a hand to my chest to stem my panic.
Paul sits on the massive couch, a roaring fire the only light in the room. He's naked except for a pair of black boxer briefs, his toned muscles on display. I know I'm staring at him, but I can't stop myself.
"Do you scare easily?" Paul's deep timbre wraps around me, and somehow, the simple question sounds erotic. Like it means something more. My core throbs as I remember his commands in the bedroom when he directed the guys to please me.
"Can't sleep?" I ask, ignoring his question.
His dark eyes follow me as I round the couch. It could be the lack of light, but more than a flicker of lust crackles back at me.
"I don't sleep much." His eyes slide over my body in a slow, hungry perusal.
I swallow hard. My core throbs with a longing so intense that my legs wobble and I have to sit on the couch.
We stare at each other until I finally break the silence. "I'm sorry if you weren't fully on board for tonight, Paul." I lick my lips. "We shouldn't have done it if you didn't want to."
Paul lets out a sharp laugh, but he doesn't deny it.
I spot my purse on the cushion next to him and stand up. "I need to check in with my friend, Holly."
I stride to the couch and scoop up my purse. As I dig into it, looking for my phone, a low growl sounds next to me. I catch a sudden movement out of the corner of my eye before Paul's hands are on the back of my thighs, pulling me down on top of him.
I straddle him, and he slams his mouth to mine in a searing kiss that steals my breath. Running my hands through his thick, dark hair, I pull him toward and away from me as my slick core grinds against his hard bulge.
"Oh, fuck." Paul breaks away, staring at me with anger and frustration. "Why did you come out here? How am I supposed to stay away from you when you're walking around in nothing but that?"
He leans forward before I can respond, sucking my nipple through the shirt.
"Oh, God, yes!" I arch into him, moaning as his teeth grip my nipple tightly. "Oh, God." I'm lightheaded with need. I grind against him shamelessly, writhing in his lap as his hands knead my ass.
"You walk around with this thick ass in my face and expect me not to do anything about it?" He smacks my butt hard.
I moan, releasing a wave of desire that soaks his underwear as I try to find some friction.
"You're such a fucking tease, Skylar."
I've always thought I had a praise kink, but his harsh words are a direct line to my clit, and I suddenly wonder if I also like being called names sometimes.
"Who's teasing? I'm yours to fuck." I eye him, holding my breath and hoping he takes me up on my offer.
The corners of Paul's mouth lift slightly at my response, and he leans forward, sucking and licking love bites along my neck. "Dirty girl," he whispers. "I just wish you didn't smell like Hunter. Next time, you wear my shirt, got it?"
I pull back and nod, not missing the fact that he said next time. Reaching for the hem of the T-shirt, I lift it over my head and toss it aside.
"Oh, fuck." Paul's eyes darken, and he reaches for my tits, thumbing my hard nipples.
I moan, needing his cock in my mouth right fucking now.
Sliding from his lap onto the floor, I press his legs open.
His eyes are trained on me as I reach for his underwear and pull the waistband down.
His hard, thick cock springs free. I lick my lips at the sight of the pre-cum glistening at the tip, wrapping my fist around his shaft.
He's so thick, my mouth waters. I pump him twice and lean forward.
My bare breasts glide along his thighs, the rough hair teasing my nipples.
I lick my lips again and open my mouth wide.
"Jesus Christ, Skylar," Paul moans as I swallow his cock, getting it nice and slick so I can pump him with my fist. I swirl my tongue around the head, moaning as the taste of his pre-cum hits the back of my throat.
Paul thrusts into my mouth, then he stills as if he's trying to stop himself. I take him deep into my throat, letting him know I can handle it.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, God, Skylar." He chants my name, thrusting as I soften the back of my throat. My eyes water, and I drool around his cock, but his moans of ecstasy spur me on.
"Shit, stop," he commands.
I release him quickly, leaning back on my heels, panting as I try to catch my breath. His strong hands grip my arms, and he pulls me into a standing position. His blue eyes are dark and stormy as I stare at him, waiting for him to send me away.
Instead, he pulls me down, laying me on the couch and kissing his way down my body.
He laves my right nipple, then moves to the left.
His tongue snakes along my lower stomach, and I gasp when he finds my clit.
Opening my legs wide, he slots himself between my thighs as his tongue works miracles against my clit.
I've already come multiple times tonight, but I'm a greedy bitch, desperate to fall apart at his touch.
"You're so wet. Is that from earlier?"
I nod, tugging his head up as he goes down on me again. "I want you to fuck me. Please."
He grins up at me. "Your wish is my command, Skylar."
Paul crawls up my body, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He eyes my lips as if he wants to kiss me but is stopping himself for some reason.
I grab the back of his head and lift up, planting my lips to his and kissing him with my entire heart. I desperately try to recall Holly's advice, but that bitch has a true love. I want all of mine, even if it's only for one night.
Paul moans into my mouth as he runs his hard, thick length through my release. He pulls back, looking down between us as he notches the head against my opening. Gazing into my eyes, he slides home.
"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," I moan as he slowly fills me. His thick length grazes my inner walls with a delicious friction, and I pant as I try to get used to him.
Paul watches me, his jaw clenched as he thrusts forward with a moan. I grip his biceps as he bottoms out and stills inside me. "Oh, God." He lowers his forehead to mine, our breath mixing intimately. "You are so fucking tight," he grits out.
He reaches for one of my breasts, kneading it in his large hand before leaning forward to pull my nipple into his mouth. I feel it in my clit as he flicks it with his tongue.
"You are so fucking sexy," I tell him, his hands on my body acting like truth serum. I rest my head back, giving in to the sensations. "We've sat together in so many meetings, and I've imagined what it would be like to have you in my mouth."
Paul moans and pulls out a little. My eyes roll back at the sensation as I eek out desperate, throaty murmurs about how big and strong he is. He pants above me as he thrusts inside me again. "Oh, fuck!" I run my fingernails down his back as I try to ground myself in the moment.
"Was anyone else in the room?" Paul asks, bringing me back to my story.
"What? No." I shake my head, my cheeks heating as I add, "I didn't know you guys liked to share when I had the fantasy."
Paul's sexy grin brings me to the edge, and I cup his cheek as I look up at him. He nuzzles into my hand and kisses my palm.
"Part of sharing is that we each have individual time with you as well as group time," he says, snapping his hips forward.
I moan, digging my heels into his ass to spur him on. "Well, in my fantasy, you’re on a conference call, and I crawl under your desk. I make you come, but you can't make a sound."
"Oh, fuck," Paul breathes out. "We're doing that."
My laugh becomes a moan as Paul circles his hips, hitting my clit just right.
"You like this, beautiful?" He picks up the pace, thrusting in and out of me with controlled movements, building my release, slowly stoking me higher like a raging fire about to burn out of control.
"Yes, yes!" I cry out, muffling my moans against his chest so I don't wake up the guys.
"I want you to be mine. I want you to be ours. Skylar, I need to fuck you every day for the rest of my life." Paul stares at me with such intensity and longing in his gaze that I sob out the only thing I can think of.
"I love you!" I gasp as he thrusts into me with abandon, reaching between us to flick my clit. I come undone. "Oh, God. Yes, yes! Fuck," I practically wail as my core throbs around his thick cock, sending waves of bliss throughout my entire body.
Paul growls, pumping into me like he wants to join us together permanently. I kiss his neck and beg him to come inside me. Those seem to be the magic words.
"Oh, God. Oh, God, Skylar," Paul pants, then stills, his mouth open as his hot release fills me. He continues to thrust into me before falling onto my chest.
I hug him to me, stroking his hair. After a minute, he slides out of me and kisses my belly. Standing, he walks naked down the hall. I prop myself on my elbows to get a good look at his toned ass. I haven't gotten to see it all evening.
Paul comes back shortly with a warm, wet cloth and cleans me up. He lies next to me on the couch and pulls me into him.
"I'm the big spoon," he mumbles against my hair.
I bite my lip, realizing he heard what Mark said in the bedroom earlier.
In less than a minute, his breathing slows, and his body rests heavily against mine as he falls into a deeper sleep.
My mind races a mile a minute.
What if we tried this? I'll bet they'd help me change my ticket to another time, or maybe they'd be willing to come with me to Paris for a few days, and we can sort this out.
Am I crazy to think this could work?
Maybe I am. Maybe all their declarations are part of the role-play, but Paul sounded so sincere.
Don't fall in love and pee a lot.
Shit. I never texted Holly. My purse is still on the floor where I dropped it before Paul staked his claim, so I reach down and send her a quick text.
As I check my voicemail, my heart flutters with excitement.
I need to have a serious conversation with my three sexy former-bosses over breakfast. One that I hope ends with them dining on me instead.