I don’t want to break the kiss, but I need to breathe.
I pull away. “Bed.”
I drag her to the alcove where it sits and shove her down. She bounces lightly on the mattress as I strip off my shirt. Her eyes are wide as she gapes at me, her gaze sliding from my chest to my abs and then to the bulge in my pants. Good. Look all you want, baby, because tonight it’s going between those sex-on-a-stick lips of yours.
I’ve thought of sliding my dick into her mouth since I first laid eyes on her in Addison’s office. I got a tiny taste of it the first time we were together, but tonight I’m going all in.
I’m going to fuck her mouth.
I kick off my shiny leather shoes and unbuckle my belt. In a flash, I push my pants and boxer briefs over my hips and step out of them.
I’m naked, my big cock as erect as it’s ever been.
Skye is still fully clothed. Usually it’s the other way around. I love having a naked woman laid out for my pleasure while I still wear clothes. It’s a power thing. A control thing. And it’s hot as hell.
But damn, being naked for Skye, watching the pleasure she gets from gazing at every part of me…
That’s another kind of power, and I’m loving it.
Besides, I’m about to pull the ultimate power play.
I meet her gaze. “Get on your knees, Skye.”
“Braden, I—”
“On your knees!”
She sits on the bed, immobile.
I lower my voice. “Don’t make me say it again.”
She drops to her knees.
Nice. She’s so beautiful on her knees, her hair falling out of her ponytail, her lips parted just so.
My dick bobs in front of her, and she reaches toward me—
“No,” I say. “Stay still. Don’t touch me.”
She widens her eyes.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth like I fuck your pussy. You stay still.”
“But it’s better for you if I can use my hands.”
“Maybe I’ll let you do it your way sometime. Tonight, we do it mine. No hands. And no more talking.” Not that she’ll be able to get any words out with her mouth full of my hard cock.
I nudge it over her lips. “God, your mouth is so sexy. Open for me.”
She drops her lips into an O, and I slide my cock between them. Fuck! Fucking paradise. Her mouth is soft and warm, and she glides her tongue along the bottom of my shaft. Then she grabs onto the backs of my thighs.
I don’t stop her, even though I didn’t give her permission to touch me.
It feels too fucking good.
I pull out and then shove myself back into her mouth, going as far as I can until I hit the back of her throat. Nice. She doesn’t gag. I won’t have to ease her in.
I pull out and then slide into her again. I hold it before pulling out, resisting the urge to thrust.
I’m all about control.
It’s the wait. The thrill of the chase. The intensity of knowing what’s coming.
My release will be that much better.
Besides, I won’t be coming in Skye’s mouth. Not tonight. I came over here to fuck her, and I will fuck her.
I slide inside her mouth once more, and this time she sucks me slightly harder. I’ll give her the lead she seems to want because I’m horny and it feels so fucking good. I go faster. Faster. And she sucks me harder. Harder.
I’m doing what I told her. I’m fucking her mouth. And damn, she’s hot as hell.
Saliva drips from her lips, creating a slick lubricant.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Your sexy lips feel so good around me. Perfect. Just perfect. Fuck!” I withdraw quickly before I explode down her throat.
She gasps in a breath.
“I need to come, but I want to come inside you.” I grip her shoulders and bring her to her feet, turn her around, and slide her sweats and panties over her hips before nudging her onto the bed. Her sweats are around her knees, so she can’t spread her legs. Exactly as I want her. She’ll be nice and tight.
I thrust into her.
“Damn, you feel perfect,” I groan. “So good.”
She gasps as I thrust once, twice, three times—
“Fuck!” I propel into her, plunging in as far as I can. I slap one cheek of her ass as I release.
Into Skye I pour every frustration of this day.
Kay Brown and the Babbler.
Gone.
Elise and Benji and how I wish I could do more for everyone in their position.
Gone.
The horrific volunteer who my mother got fired.
Gone.
And Skye. Little Skye, lost in the cornfield, helpless as she ran into a scarecrow.
Not gone, but at least I can deal with it as I leave the stress of this day behind me.
As I bury it all inside the warmth of this woman.
I stay locked inside her for a few moments, breathing heavily, my eyes squeezed shut as the waves of euphoria crash over me and nudge all the unpleasantness away.
Skye doesn’t move or speak.
Finally I pull out.
Then—
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”
I look down at my naked cock and gasp, my heart racing. What have I done? How could I be so irresponsible?
She looks over her shoulder. “What? What is it?”
“I forgot the damned condom.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Skye swallows audibly, and then she flattens her full lips.
Yeah, she’s freaked out, too.
She turns over, pulls her sweats and panties back up, and sits on the bed. “Do I have reason to worry?”
“Not from me. I get tested every three months.” Physician’s orders. I’m always careful—present situation excluded—but my doctor knows that I engage in scenes at a private club, and she insists on the testing. I can’t fault her logic. She’s the expert.
Do I think Skye has herpes or HIV? Of course not. But she’s a woman of child-bearing age who carries a condom in her purse, which could mean…
“Every three months? Whatever for?” Then she clamps her hand over her mouth.
“Because it’s good policy, Skye, that’s why. What about you?”
“I’m good. Clean.”