Skylar picked up my foot and started massaging again, in the place he left off. God it felt so fucking amazing. After walking all day around campus, my feet really hurt.
“Oh God, please don’t ever stop, that’s amazing. I’m sure we could pimp you out to all the track girls and make a hell of a lot of money,” I said smiling at him.
“Your feet will be the only ones being rubbed my dear, I don’t do feet. They are nasty and smell,” he said smiling at me.
“Hey, my feet don’t stink, ass.”
“No, sweets they don’t. They are the most beautiful feet of all time,” he said smiling at me then directing his gaze towards Danny.
I looked up at Danny who was shaking his head, softly laughing, “You guys are something else. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were an old married couple.”
Skylar and me a couple? Yeah right, I thought.
Remembering how I felt that night, with just his slight touch, made me damp in the lady bits region. I always liked his touch. I always wanted to be around him. It was always him. I don’t know why I didn’t see this before. I was so in love with Danny, but it was Skylar that I wanted to play with, joke with and spend time with. Thinking back, I don’t have many memories without Skylar in them.
Lost in thought, I don’t see that the door opens and I have two large men looking down at me.
“Mira? What the hell are you doing here?” Skylar asks.
“I was worried about you. I didn’t want you to get hurt. I was driving around looking for you when I heard about a crash on the highway. I knew that if I came here, they would know if it was you or not. I just wanted to make sure that you were ok.”
“What do you care, anyway? I’m here and fine, why didn’t you just go home, Mira?”
“I wanted to see you.”
“Why?”
“Skylar, can we talk about this somewhere more private?” I ask glancing towards the other tall man who I assume is Prowler.
“Go ahead and take the apartment in the back, I need to get Kink home. She’s probably going to lose her shit since I was up here so long. Take it easy, man,” Prowler says to Skylar.
Redirecting his gaze towards me, he sticks out his hand for a handshake, “Sorry dear, I’m Prowler. You take care of him, ya hear. He’s a good kid and has had a rough night. Don’t let him drive until he’s sober,” he says sliding Skylar’s keys into my hand.
As Prowler descends the stairs, I follow Skylar back to the apartment in the back. The apartment doesn’t consist of much. The walls are painted black with two lamps on nightstands on either side of a full sized bed. The bed is also decked out in black, down to the sheets. It must not be for every night use, more of a quick place to catch some sleep if you were too drunk to drive or wanted a quick fuck.
I move into the room and sit on the edge of the bed as Skylar shuts the door. Looking back at me, he shakes his head and starts to take off his vest and empty his pockets on to the night stand.
“Since I’m not going to be able to leave for the night, I might as well get comfortable. Are you staying?”
“I hadn’t thought about it, but I’m not opposed to the idea. Is it going to be okay if I stay here with you? I wouldn’t want to give your friends the wrong idea.”
“Go ahead and get comfortable. Your shoes are already missing so you’re halfway there.”
Looking down at myself, I see that I’m still in my dress from my date with Jacoby. A rush of guilt floods over me. Just a few hours ago, I was lying in bed with Jacoby, receiving some pretty amazing head and now I’m about to hang out with Skylar, the man that I love. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“I really don’t have anything to get into, so I guess I’m fine.”
Skylar reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a thin black tee shirt with a huge red spade on the back that has ‘Property of Hooliganz’ printed under the spade. He tosses the shirt in my direction. Gauging the size, I know it will fit well as a nightshirt. I want to ask for the bathroom to change, but I don’t want to make Skylar feel uncomfortable.
Reaching for the hem of my dress, I pull it over my head, without shame, letting it fall to the floor. Standing before him in only a bra and panties, I pull the shirt over my head. Reaching up the back of the shirt, I unhook my bra; pull the straps down through the sleeves, discarding the bra on top of my dress. I climb on the bed and sit facing him, with the shirt pulled tight across my knees.
“Are you okay Sky?” I ask as he sits down on the bed, still fully clothed with the exception of his vest.
“I’m fine, Mi. I guess I don’t understand why you came all the way down here, in the middle of the night.”
“I needed to be sure you were okay. When you called me, I knew something was wrong and then when I tried to find you and couldn’t, I got this bad feeling that you were in trouble. Then the news about the accident came on the radio and I felt like I was going to throw up. They said fatal accident, Sky, I just knew you had left me,” I say putting my head on my knees, shielding the tears forming in my eyes.
Skylar lies back on the bed, putting his arms above his head and crosses his feet towards the bottom. Being a full bed, this doesn’t leave much room for me to sit in the position I’m currently in, and, I want to be closer to him. I need it.
I carefully take my knees out from under the shirt and stretch my body out, lying in the crook of Skylar’s arm and I cuddle into his side. He doesn’t move his arms around me, but his breathing picks up. I choose to take it a little further and drape my arm across his chest and place one of my legs over his. At almost the exact moment my leg connects with his Skylar’s arm comes across me, rubbing small circles on my back while we just lie there, not saying anything.
After a few minutes, Skylar’s breathing slows down. I feel more at home than I have in the last year. There is something about Sky that makes me feel like I’m in the right place at the right time. The way he caresses my back almost makes me feel his love. I always knew that Skylar might have had a little thing for me, but I never knew that he loved me. I guess in the back of my mind I always loved him too. I feel so terrible about what I almost did with Jacoby. I think I was running from my feelings for Skylar, trying to get past feelings that I never fully explored.
“Mira,” Skylar whispers.
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry I worried you, I didn’t mean to.”
“You don’t have to apologize. Just don’t do it again, okay?”
“I won’t, I promise. I was just having one of those days and I wanted to hear your voice. I’m sorry if I interrupted you in the middle of your date.”
“How did you know?”
“Kylee,” we both said in unison.
“It really wasn’t a big deal Skylar. I don’t think I was supposed to be with him tonight,” I whisper into his chest.
“Where do you think you were supposed to be?” Skylar asks and I feel his heart start to beat faster again.
“Right here, lying with you, right now, is where I’m supposed to be.”
Skylar takes his free hand to lift my chin so our eyes meet. Looking into his crystal blue eyes, I almost see fury or rage when he starts to talk, “Did you sleep with him, Mira?”
I try to look down, but he calls me out on it, “Please answer the question, Mira.”
“No Skylar, I didn’t sleep with him. I won’t tell you I was a perfect little angel but I didn’t go all the way. So you know, you can rest easy; you are the last person I had sex with. Nobody else since you,” I say with a mixture of pride and embarrassment.
I watch the anger leave his eyes, and turn to pure lust, or is it love? He removes his hand and lays my head back in the crook of his arm and rubs my hair. I swear that I feel wetness on my head and feel his chest rise and fall quickly, almost as if he’s crying. I try to lift my head to look at him, but he keeps me in place.
“Just go to sleep Mira. It’s been a long day.”
I push myself off of him b
efore he can catch me this time. Lying on his chest, with my elbows holding my chin up, I look into his tear stricken eyes. I have hurt this man again and that breaks my heart. With one hand, I reach out to caress his cheek and wipe away the wetness.
“Sky, I never wanted to hurt you. I care about you so much and knowing that I hurt you again is tearing me up inside. Tell me that we’ll be okay,” I plead with him.
“I don’t know Mira.”
I lean forward and try to kiss him, but he pushes me back, not allowing me access to his mouth.
“There isn’t anything in this world that I would rather do than kiss you right now Mira, but you were just with another man. You say you didn’t sleep with him but I’m almost positive that you kissed him. I never pursued you, even after Danny passed, because I’m not a sloppy seconds kind of guy. When you’re with me, it’s going to be only me. I can’t kiss you knowing that someone else is thinking of you the way I think of you. I can’t kiss you knowing that a few hours ago; another man had his tongue down your throat. I can’t kiss you knowing that had I not called you tonight, you probably would have been laying on another man’s chest. I want to kiss you, but not like this.”
I roll off Skylar and lay on the edge of the bed facing the wall, contemplating if I should get dressed and leave. Even though he didn’t say it, I know he’s upset and might even be disgusted with me. Noting the time on the clock sitting on the nightstand, I decide it’s too late to drive home and I’ll just suck it up and sleep here, so I close my eyes and start to drift off to sleep.
Just as I’m about to fall asleep, I feel an arm wrap around my waist and pull me close.
“Mira, just because I can’t kiss you right now because of my own pride, doesn’t mean that I don’t want to lay with you and hold you. I need to feel your body next to mine and feel your heartbeat. I need to know that this is real.”
I nestle into his embrace, holding the hand that is draped around my center.
“I need you, Sky. Thank you for not being upset with me. I’ve missed you so much.”
“Not as much as I missed you. Get some sleep sweets.”
Finally feeling the guilt subside, I know I’ll get a goodnight’s sleep, wrapped up with this man. The man that I love.
Chapter Seventeen
Mira
Waking up the next morning, I realize that I’m still wrapped up in Skylar’s arms, and it’s the greatest feeling ever. I don’t want to wake up without him ever again. Softly rolling on my other side, to face Skylar, he’s still sleeping. I kiss him on his cheek and admire his peaceful state.
I quietly maneuver out of the bed and go into the attached bathroom, expecting just a toilet and a sink; I’m surprised when I find a stand up shower. Realizing that I still have Jacoby’s saliva on places of my body that Skylar would not be too happy about, I opt for a quick shower while he’s still sleeping.
My quick shower turns into a much longer one. It feels so good to shower, knowing that on the other side of the bathroom door, the man that I adore is sleeping, waiting for me to crawl back in bed. As I’m lathering up my hair with the generic shampoo in the stall, the bathroom door opens.
“Oh I’m sorry,” Skylar says. I can see through the opaque glass that he’s smirking.
“What exactly are you smirking at, Mr. McBride?”
“My, my, my Ms. Adams, how the tables have turned. Wasn’t it you that walked in on me in the shower last time? Now it’s my turn to admire the view.”
Laughing at his playfulness, I can’t help but fall more in love with him. He wants to play games; I can play better.
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to condition my hair?”
Wasting no time, Skylar strips himself of his clothing and opens the shower door. Instead of jumping right in, he just stands there…again.
“Well?” I ask.
“Just admiring the view sweets.”
After the admiration of my body, Skylar steps into the shower and reaches for the conditioner on the shelf. Taking his time to massage my scalp and making sure that every strand of my hair is properly attended to, he dips my head under the spray of the showerhead. If you’ve never had your hair washed by a lover, you’re missing out. This was a first for me and it might be just as good as sex.
I let out a soft moan while Skylar rinses the rest of the conditioner out of my hair. Judging by the large bulge pressing against my thigh, I guess he likes this too. While he isn’t expecting it, I reach my hand between our wet bodies and grab him, wrapping my fingers around his length.
Skylar lets out a long breath, like he’s been waiting for this forever. I gently stroke him while he takes hold of my hair still in his hands, and pulls slightly, manipulating my head at the perfect angle for him to devour my mouth. Instead of kissing my lips, he feathers light kisses on my nose and eyelids.
“You didn’t sleep with him, right Mira?”
“No, I already told you that,” I whisper.
“Did you go down on him?”
“No.”
Skylar removes my hand from his cock and pushes me against the back of the shower wall. Looking down into my eyes, he kisses my forehead.
“If you didn’t sleep with him or go down on him, what exactly did you do?”
This is not the conversation that I want to have right now. I try to push past him to leave the shower stall, but he’s holding my shoulders, not allowing me to move.
“I need to know Mira. If I’m going to take this any further, I need to know what I’m competing with.”
Competing? Doesn’t he know that he isn’t in competition with anybody? Jacoby is a nice guy, but if I’m being totally honest, he was just a distraction and that’s exactly what I tell Skylar.
“You’re not competing with anyone Sky. You are the last person I have slept with. I have only been with you and one other person, Danny. I respect myself too much to just go throwing my cat around town. I can’t tell you what would have happened if you didn’t call me last night. What I can tell you, is that I have never been happier to not know the what ifs. I’m where I’m supposed to be. I’m with you. You need to suck it up, because I know you’ve been no angel either. I saw the girls you brought around. You’re the only one that I want. The question is, do you want me?”
As soon as I finish my mini rant, he looks in my eyes and crushes his mouth to mine. Feeling the need in his kiss, I return it with everything I have in me. I take his bottom lip and suck it between my teeth, biting lightly, gaining a growl from him.
Grabbing me by my ass and lifting me up, I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips and lock my feet around his back. I can feel his cock almost perfectly aligned to impale me at that very second. I wiggle a little in his arms to get the perfect angle. He senses what I’m doing and wastes no time plunging into me.
“God you’re so fucking tight Mira. So fucking wet,” he growls into my mouth, still kissing me.
Pulling back from the kiss, I give him my best ‘I told you so’ look, confirming that I hadn’t been with anyone else in quite a long time.
Neither one of us finishes before Skylar puts me down and turns the water off.
“What the fuck?” I yell at him.
“Not in here. I’m a little too excited right now. I need a second. Get out and dry off, I’ll be in the room in a minute,” he says breathing heavy.
Oh no. We’re not playing this game. I’ve waited too long. It may have been a while for me and he might need a break to make it last longer, but I sure as shit don’t. I need this and I need him now. Back to the game playing, I guess.
Stepping out of the shower, I grab a towel from the rack above the toilet. Trying to channel my inner Kylee, I decide to play the seductress. With my back facing the shower where Skylar is standing, undoubtedly staring at my naked body, I take the towel and bend all the way over, showing him all of my assets, and start drying my legs. His growl is all I need to hear to know my plan is working.
Seconds late
r, I can feel Skylar standing behind me and then he grabs my hips, rubbing his cock on my backside. Walking over to the counter, I lean forward and spread my legs shoulder length apart.
“It’s now or never guy. What do you say? Want to play?” I tease.
“Fuck. I’m telling you, I’ll do this, but it’s going to be hard and fast. I’ll make it up to you later,” Skylar growls.
Wiggling my ass at him, he takes my cue and angles himself at my entrance, almost toying with it. I lean all the way forward, with my tits resting on the counter and arch my back. He slowly slides into my beyond wet heat until he’s balls deep. We moan in unison.
“I’m going to grab your hair and ride you like my life depends on it, Mira. I’m sorry in advance if I hurt you, but I really can’t wait anymore.”
I almost come from his words. Something about Skylar talking dirty while buried nine inches in my pussy sets me off.
He grabs my hair with his right hand, wrapping it around it and giving a slight yank, to make sure that he has a good hold on me. He pulls my head back to where it’s almost painful before he begins his assault on my already swollen cunt. When he said hard and fast, he wasn’t lying.
Plunging harder and deeper than I have ever experienced, I can feel my orgasm building in my core. I try to get my hand between my legs to massage my clit, but I can’t get a good angle. Knowing what I’m trying to do, Skylar inches backwards and then reaches his hand between my thighs and massages the little bundle of nerves that need attention. Almost immediately, I shoot off like a rocket. I have never come so hard in my life. Seconds later, Skylar goes so deep, pulling my hair so tight, trying to get even deeper than he already is, he comes with a growl, like nothing I have ever heard before.
After cleaning up again, we go back into the bedroom. I don’t want to wear a generic shirt like I did to bed last night, so I put on Skylar’s shirt that was on the floor. There is just something about wearing a man’s shirt, even to lounge in, that makes a woman feel sexy, especially when the man doesn’t protest.
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