Skyler smirks. “Really? You’re gonna get on your knees?”
“You think I won’t?”
“I think a lot of things about you.”
By his tone, I can tell they’re not all good, but I can live with that. It’s fair. He’s probably not wrong. But he’s fucking misguided if he believes I give a single shit about sinking to my knees in front of him.
I do it, and the complexity of our connection crackles, buzzing in my ears, searing the skin where we touch.
It’s hard to break his gaze.
So I don’t. I hold it as I take him into my mouth, surrendering to the sweet burn in my thighs and the stretch in my lips as I swallow him down.
He’s heavy on my tongue and I love it. I love his hands in my hair as his blistering stare intensifies, anchoring me with enough sharp pain a light comes on inside me.
My jaw works and my vision blurs. Throat open to him, I take everything he has, and the unguarded sound he makes is a wild rush I never want to outrun.
I push him harder, chasing his edge, searching for it. His breathing labours and his head tips back to thud against the door behind him.
A dull noise. I barely hear it. His suppressed moan is louder to me, but still I want more.
I scrape my teeth on his dick, testing him. He’s stoic as fuck, but I feel the restraint simmering in every part of him I can reach. His thighs, his hands in my hair. Against the palm of the hand I snake up to splay across his taut abdomen.
“Fuck.” His voice cracks, reverent and dark. “Fuck.”
Skylar’s pelvis bucks a little and he tugs my hair, pulling me off him. His stareburns, like it always has. But something else simmers there, and I grasp his thigh, digging my fingers in.
“What is it?”
Skylar shakes his head, tapping my lips with the swollen head of his dick. “I fuck people and throw them away.”
He says it like he wants to scare me. Like I’m on my knees with a diamond ring instead of dizzy from him filling my throat. Like I’m not exactly the fucking same as the heartless bastard he thinks he’s describing.
“Aye, well.” I rise, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I fuck people andleave.”
I brace an elbow on the door, over his head. I don’t kiss him again, but fuck I want to. I want everything, but I can’t tell from his tight jaw and depthless gaze if he wants it too.
So I wait. Counting my own pulse, and the one I see thrumming in his neck. I wait forever and a day before his voice finally cuts the air.
“Go on then, Mal. Fuckme.”
21SKYLAR
It takes Mal a second to compute that I mean the fucking part literally. Then his green eyes gleam in the dark and I figure it fits what he needs in this moment as much as it does me.
I don’t have the headspace to dissect why. For me or for him, but mostly me. Because I already know whatever’s about to happen is going to be a world away from how I usually fuck.
Mal’s a shrewd bloke. He leaves me standing at the door and helps himself to what he finds in the first drawer he opens.
It’s where I keep the stone he threw at my window, but I can’t tell if he sees it. If he cares. Or whyIcare.Thisis what I’ve always wanted from Mal. What I’ve thought about since we met. How he feels about a fucking rock means nothing to me.
None of this does.
A mantra I cling to with both shaking hands as he comes back to me and braces his arm on the door again.
I can smell the clean sweat that’s built on his skin while we’ve been in here. His cedar-wood soap, and that fresh air scent that seems to seep from him whether he’s indoors or lying in the sun by a perfect lagoon. As he lowers his face to bite my neck, it dawns on me that I’ve spent more time alone with him than anyone since I ghosted my ex. And this is nothing like that.
Bhodi’s the sweetest soul on earth.