Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Ah, hell,” he murmured as I began sliding in and out, my fingers tightening on the underside of his knees for better leverage.
“It’s so good…so goddamned good,” I said, snapping my hips and burying my cock to the hilt as my body tingled from the roots of my hair to the small of my back.
I nearly regretted asking him to lie in this position. It felt much more intimate, as if we were sharing every breath and look and sound. Getting lost in the moment felt impossible as I watched him chase his orgasm—and it only made me wish for more. So much more.
My fingers digging into his thighs, I railed inside more urgently, my balls slapping against his ass.
“God, yes.” Skylar’s bangs were damp with sweat as he toed the line of his orgasm, and a rosy flush bloomed on his cheeks and chest. I felt like a fucking god as I took him to the edge, then pulled him back again, until he was pleading for release.
“Clark,” he said in a strangled voice that bordered on a sort of desperation I’d never heard from him before.
“I’ll get you there, baby.” The words felt so natural on my tongue, and when his eyes softened in this tender way, it was nearly my undoing.
Grasping his cock, I jerked him until he was sobbing and muttering senselessly.
“Fucking hell, Sky. I swear I’ve never had better.”
He threw back his head as his jizz spurted over his belly and chest, some of it landing on his neck and chin. I leaned forward, licked a stripe of come off his neck, and hummed at the salty goodness on my tongue.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Sky groaned, his eyes slits as he watched me.
With a burst of energy, I doubled down like a man on a mission, racing toward my own nirvana. Shuddering, I went sailing firmly off the cliff with an orgasm so intense, I moaned straight through it.
I sank down on top of Sky and buried my head in his neck, trying to rein in my runaway breaths.
“You animal,” he said in a groggy voice, and my shoulders started shaking with laughter.
When I lifted my head, there was a huge grin on his face, and when he dragged me down for a kiss, it was with a tenderness that wasn’t there before, as if there was this new awareness between us. Or maybe I was reading too much into it. Regardless, I reveled in it for several long minutes before rolling out of bed to dispose of the condom.
I returned with a washcloth to clean us up, then slid under the sheets and snuggled up to him until our arms and legs were properly entwined. We were quiet, just breathing the same air and enjoying the aftereffects of amazing sex.
“Clark?” he whispered.
“Hmmm?” I hummed against his hair.
He stilled ever so slightly. “I applied for that theater job…and had an interview.”
“That’s good, right?” I squeezed him tighter. “Why do you sound—”
“I’m afraid I won’t get it.”
Ugh, he was so sweet and vulnerable, this boy I was in love with, he was going to kill me.
“Or maybe you will.” I kissed his head. “Or maybe you’ll try for the next one and so forth, until you get what you want. And I’ll always be here to support you.”
Sky sighed. “I like the sound of that.”
Then he curled into me and promptly fell asleep.
35
Skylar
Between moving out, not seeing Clark as much, trying to pretend I wasn’t going crazy missing him, and wondering about the theater job, I’d almost forgotten about the party at his parents’ house. Maybe it made me a crappy boyfriend—ugh, friend he hooked up with—but I didn’t want to go. I wanted to spend all the time I could around Clark. I also wanted to support him in every way I could, but there was no doubt in my mind that his mom hated me. The truth was embarrassing, and I didn’t know if I’d ever tell Clark this, but a secret, insecure part of me thought that if Clark saw how unhappy I made his mom, he would figure I was too much work or not worthy of him.
He loved her. Sure, they didn’t always get along and she put a lot of pressure on him, but his mom was important to him because…well, she was his mom. I was just the random guy he used to be friends with, who made him laugh and had a hot hole.
So while we began spending more time together, while I started to end up in his bed more days than not though we no longer lived together, I was hoping for a reason not to go. I’d been able to get the night off work, so my only options were to say yes or to tell him I was a big baby.