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I grab Sky’s head and tip it toward me before her mouth gets close enough. “No.”
“You don’t usually complain.”
A girl looking up at you from that position? It’s fucking distracting and my eyes glaze as her soft, wet mouth touches the tip of my cock.
With an inordinate amount of self-control, I move away. Before she has a chance to react, I shove her backwards onto the floor and pin her arms above her head. “Nice try,” I say.
Sky giggles and squirms against me as I press against her. “You’re mine, Sky. Always mine.”
I crush my mouth on hers, and our mouths move in an intense battle of lips and teeth until Sky tugs my lip into her mouth and forces me to stop.
“And you’re mine, Dylan. I love you,” she says breathlessly.
I take her face in both hands, gazing back into the mirror of my soul, dragged from the intensity of the moment by her tender words. I release her arms and sit back on the floor, dragging Sky onto my knee. Naked, wet, hot Sky. I inhale, as my length rubs against her. She brushes the damp hair from my face and kisses me softly.
An image of Grant fires into my mind again—of his mouth on Sky. My Sky. I tip her back onto the floor and nudge her legs apart with my knee. One thing that makes her uncontrollably mine and leaves her a shaking mess? I got that covered. Running my tongue across Sky’s belly, I swirl around her belly button and then kiss toward her hips. Sky makes the soft arousal sound that drives me wild, but I steady myself, concentrating on dropping teasing kisses along her side. I reach her pussy and the only thing better than the scent of her is the taste.
Pushing her hips against the floor so she can’t move, I run my tongue along her slick folds until I find her clit. She gasps and bucks slightly as I flick her with my tongue and hold her firmer. As I lose myself in gettingherto lose control, I listen for the cues from her breathing, so I know the exact moment to stop—the moment she won’t want me to. Recognising her on the verge of coming, I move my head away and wait for her reaction.
“Dylan…” Her voice is low, distant.
I rub her clit with my finger. “Say it again. Now.”
“Fuck, Dylan!” she says and I smirk at the exasperation in her voice.
Dipping my tongue to touch her briefly, I pull away and the exasperated voice becomes a sound in her throat. “Say it.” In case she needs any more persuasion, I slide a finger into her; the heat almost making me lose my own control.
“I’m yours, Dylan! Fuck! You win,” she breathes as I suck on her clit again.
Sky doesn’t need to tell me because at this moment, I have total control over the girl who thinks she’s in charge. The orgasm shudders through her and she cries out, shifting against my mouth and the intensity. I fucking love the loss of control that I bring, every time. Sky manages to escape my mouth and digs her hand into my hair, pulling at the curls.
I don’t need any more persuasion, as I thrust into her hard.Tight, hot…I almost lose myself the second I do. She digs her nails into my back and wraps her legs around my waist, holding me so I can’t move away. I let go of the primal ferocity the jealousy stoked, pushing hard and fast as she continues to squeeze mic cock. Then I come. Hard. And the world is right again because Sky is undoubtedly, completely mine.
* * *
Sky busies herself making coffee.How she ever sleeps when she’s full of caffeine, I’ll never know. I sit on her ratty sofa and can’t stop the looping memory of her and Grant in my head. I know the fucker was goading me, but he’s hit a sore spot. Sky and her old school friends have a connection I don’t share. We’re living in her shitty flat as some kind of test by her I think, and I’ve had enough. She doesn’t need to live like this.
I left Blue Phoenix; she needs to leave Bristol.
Sky reappears with two steaming mugs and I set mine on the table. She remains standing and looks down at me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Nothing.”
“Liar. This is still about Grant, isn’t it? Please don’t tell me you’re jealous of him?” she asks, mouth parting in surprise as she sits next to me.
“Not of him; of everything you have here. Okay, a little jealous of him.”
“Dylan…”
“Sky, can we please leave Bristol?” She opens her mouth to protest. “I know you want to be around for Tara, but she’s slowly improving. We don’t need to go far, not yet.”
Sky looks into her cup, hands wrapped around the mug. I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. “I love you, Sky, so fucking much it hurts. Like something gnawing at my insides that's only quietened when you’re here. Then I’m with you and everything changes. Life has peace. But I’m selfish—I want you all to myself, to spend time alone away from everything. Maybe, if I do that, the gnawing will stop?”
“I think you’re insecure,” she says quietly. “That’s the gnawing. You don’t have to be.” She puts down the mug and holds my face, rubbing her thumbs across my cheeks. “You are in my world and that’s how life is. I’m not going through the amount of crap we have in the last few months, for nothing. You don’t get to walk away again, Dylan Morgan.”
“Then come with me somewhere. You promised you would if Tara improved. Just for a few days, and then we canbeand think with no distractions.”
Sky sips her coffee again, and I attempt to figure out if she’s pissed off with me or considering the idea. She tips her head, and gives me a knowing smile. “Tomorrow?”
