Page 93 of Don't Look Down
“Don’t worry, Mr. Hotshot Athlete,” he says as he leans forward and presses that sexy fucking mouth of his to mine. He licks at my lips, sucking my tongue when I stick mine out to meet his. My cock jumps inside him, and he gasps, then whispers into my ear. “I know a few tricks to kickstart your heart.”
Jesus fucking Christ.I groan. He is torturing me in the best way. It takes every bit of willpower I possess to hold back my orgasm. His words alone almost make me come. Just from that. Like a fucking rookie.
His skin is soaked in sweat, but I manage to grab his neck and hold him steady to guide his mouth right where I want it. On mine. I grip his hip tightly for leverage and thrust up into his ass on his downstroke.
Swallowing his moan as our tongues tangle together, the vibration from the sound tickles my hand, enhancing the sensations coursing through my body.
Fuck it all. I’m going to come soon. But not without Sky. I need to get him there. I bend my knees and brace my heels on the bed. Pumping faster. Gently, I squeeze his throat the tiniest bit.
Fuck. Yeah.
Based on the keening wail that tears from his mouth, I’m nailing his prostate good.
“Right there.” His words escape on a gasp mixed with his moans. “Just like that. Don’t stop.” I could live with the sounds of his pleasure as a soundtrack for the rest of my life. Although that could get awkward because I’d have a permanent boner.
“Never. Come on, baby. Gimme it. Come on my cock. Let me feel you shoot your load all over me.”
His face turns red, his hands gripping my shoulders and his nails digging in. The bite of pain sends a rush of euphoria through my body. Apparently, a side of pain with my pleasure gets me off. Who knew?
A long moan escapes Sky, and he tenses on top of me, a hot rush of cum splattering on my abs with each spurt of his cock. He smashes his mouth to mine, forcefully opening my mouth and sucking on my tongue as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm.
That’s all it takes. I couldn’t hold back my orgasm any longer if I’d tried. I let go. My own orgasm unleashes in a throbbing hot rush in his ass. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. He came hands free. On my cock.
Crazily, I wish the condom wasn’t between us. Wish my cum was filling him up and overflowing. I want it to leak out onto me. I want him marked because he’s fucking mine.
Well, that’s different. These primal tendencies I’m feeling right now are new and intense.
Sky kisses me, rocking up and down on my dick until my own aftershocks subside.
Best fuck ever. We need a repeat STAT. I laugh to myself. I’m talking like Sky even in my head. I’m well and truly fucked. Figuratively and literally. So gone for this guy.
Sky’s still sitting on my dick, but he’s risen up to look down on me. Yep, he needs to live there from now on. Right there. Onmy dick. Sky tilts his head and smirks smugly. There’s a goofy ass grin on my face, but I can’t stop it. “Babe, I think I fucked your brains out. Are you good?” he asks.
Smiling up at his beautiful face, I answer, “Yeah, I’m good,” then pucker my lips for more of those delicious kisses. He indulges me with a little peck before he lifts his hips to let my cock slide out of his ass. When he winces a little, I frown, “How about you? Are you good, Sky? Was I too rough?”
“Naw, baby, I’m better than good.” Hearing him call me baby makes my heart swell. I’ve been letting the endearment fly left and right. “Just a little sore, but zero complaints here. My ass will ache, and I’ll still feel you inside of me for days.” He rolls his eyes and mock-swoons. My dick half-heartedly twitches at the thought, but there’s no hope of a repeat just yet.
34
Skylar
It should be alarming how quickly Landon and I adjust from just friends to boyfriends. But I’m quite comfortable with the turn of events.
Things haven’t changed much. We’re still texting and FaceTiming as much as possible between our work schedules and hanging out at each other’s houses. We’ve just added sleepovers and sex to the mix.
God.The sex.
And you won’t catch either of us complaining. Landon told me both Luc and Savannah had been picking at him constantly to get his head out of his ass. Apparently, they’d seen right through both of us.
My mind is still struggling to wrap around the fact his not-girlfriend-girlfriend seriously was just his friend with benefits. Their arrangement lasted a long time, yet neither one of them caught feelings.How?
I guess it really is possible.
Cayden has been distant since the club. His texts have been super dry and he’s not taking my calls. I still haven’t talked to him or Andrew about my concerns. If I put myself in their shoes, everything I imagine saying seems confrontational, judgy, and quite possibly a little self-absorbed. Like, what if Andrew really is just being overly friendly? Is my ego seeing things that aren’t there?
So I’m floundering for a way to approach this.
At the moment, it’s a non-issue since we’re barely talking again.