Page 33 of Finding Emotion
That ex of his had done a systematic carve-out on him. Skylar had seen it before. Hell, Sorcha, the woman who had gotten her into the band back before Jack had even joined, had done the same to her. She’d been too young and stupid to realize it, especially since the moment right after she was sneered at was when praise would come. People were as easy to train as dogs, with treats and sticks, and Skylar had been no exception.
Damon had said he lacked confidence, which was hard to wrap her mind around when everyone seemed to love him.
It wasn’t the only thing hard. Skylar could feel his morning erection against one of her thighs. She expected her usual cynicism toward it to appear, but she kind of doubted he would use it on her.
Which shouldn’t have disappointed her, damn it. That she’d been not only okay with, but actively seeking, the soft strokes of his hands the night before was another mind fuck. She didn’t like to be touched. Only her radar didn’t go off with Damon.
The idea of it annoyed her. Or maybe it was the twisted knot in her gut. He was just another guy. Maybe the first one in a while who didn’t want to bone her every time he was around her, but that didn’t make him special. No, it irritated her, she told herself.
Her hands moved to his tight jeans, where they worked open the button and zipper.
Damon’s hands moved over hers as his eyes blinked open. Those lashes of his framed his not yet focused gaze. “Whoa. Good morning.”
Skylar tugged on her hands, the bottom of her right palm skimming over his erection through the material. “It will be once you let me have a go.”
Damon cleared the sleep from his throat. “You don’t have to. He calms down on his own.”
“I know I don’t have to.” Skylar nudged his erection again. “I fucking want to watch you explode. So let me, okay?”
There was a tremble to his hands that he tried to hide by releasing her.
Skylar tugged his tight jeans down, satisfied when Damon’s hips lifted to help. Her hands wrapped around his thickness greedily. He really was nicely proportioned when fully erect. Thick and long, with a delicate vein under the skin that he groaned over when she ran her nail along it. Her thighs pressed together when she remembered how perfect he’d felt inside her.
She squeezed him as she pumped down, lowering her head to lick up from the bottom of him all the way to the tip and over his slit.
Damon let out a cute gasp. Skylar expected to find his eyes closed, but instead he was staring at her. She liked the need in their blue depths.
“Damn, you’re sexy as hell,” Skylar admitted before breaking the stare to bend her head and take him into her mouth.
Her hands moved to his ass, delighted when the cheeks trembled against her grip. She pulled him in deeper. Her tongue and teeth slid up and down his shaft as she created a thrusting rhythm.
“Fuck!” Damon cried out hoarsely.
His sudden curse sent a tremor through her. Skylar was wet already. She imagined riding him instead of using her mouth, and the tightness of her shorts felt almost decadent as her entrance squeezed.
She pulled him almost out of her mouth and sucked on the head of his cock before laving his slit with her tongue again. Her hand released his ass so she could squeeze his base, pumping hard before sliding her mouth down again. Her mouth met her hand each time as she resumed the prior rhythm. His hips lifted with her next stroke, and she rewarded him with a hum.
“If—” Damon cut off with a groan before trying again. “If—”
Her eyes shifted up to his face, and she was satisfied to find his own had squeezed shut. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and her gaze traced the sexy line of his throat as she eased her pace.
She thought about fucking him. Her body was super into the idea, if the way her thighs squeezed the legs she was sitting on was a sign. She was too into it, she decided. She was so fucking wet there was no way she’d get there before he erupted.
Her mouth slid up his straining erection. He had a full body shudder when she blew air over his wet tip, after releasing him enough to say, “Just flood my mouth already, Damon.” Then she took him deep again, pumping her hand with purpose.
His hips thrust into it once, twice, and then he shouted a curse as he came. She swallowed, using her tongue to catch the bit of overflow as she slid off him. She placed a kiss on his dick before sitting up to grin into his shining eyes.
“Well. Now, that was a good morning.” She started to rise, surprised when he grabbed her hand to keep her there.
He sat up, though his legs were still pinned where she sat on them. “I’d like to reciprocate.”
Skylar shook her head. “Nah, I’m good.”
His brows drew together as he searched her face. “You don’t want an orgasm?”
She started to roll her eyes, but hesitated when she saw what was in his. There was a vulnerability there, she realized, after all he’d shared the night before. “I could have ridden you if I wanted,” she said with a shrug.
She did feel frustrated, and she’d left herself that way on purpose. She wanted him too much. Her head hurt at the thought, followed by a twisting in her gut. She was a fucking idiot.