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Sky
He holds my gaze and I actually miss the piercings in his eyebrow and ears. Luckily, the ones in his lip and nose are still there.
“Why not?” He sounds angry, hurt by my dismissal. “I know, because of Jay.” He pauses. “But Jay, he…”
“It’s not because of Jay,” I say. He takes my hand in his, slowly tangling our fingers together. It scares me, what I’m starting to feel for him. “It has nothing to do with Jay,” I repeat.
“Was it the fucking sex? I know I was a little too Fifty Shades,” he says.
“You weren’t, and I loved it.”
His thumb strokes my skin and I almost come apart right there on the track. Bringing my hand to his mouth, he skims my fingers along his cheek to his parted lips. I close my eyes, wanting to remember this moment. He shifts against me, the warmth of his breath tickles my cheek. Our gazes lock as the sweet scent of him engulfs me. I lick my lips, and a satisfied smirk lights up his face. He leans in and brushes his piercing across my parted lips. “Shorty,” he breathes.
“Hunter,” his name comes out like a plea. I try to ignore my throbbing pussy, I’m already so wet.
He pulls away from me with a sigh. I take my bottom lip between my teeth, and he kisses every part of my mouth again. It turns from playful to demanding. His tongue plunges in, exploring me. I want him, groaning I let go of my control. We are a tangled mess, and I whimper from the way his tongue piercing pushes against me. A shudder runs through my body. My fingers disappear into his hair, tugging on the strands, pulling him closer. He slowly moves his body on top of me, his erection digging into my thigh. His dark, hungry gaze devouring me. He grunts in my ear, and I arch my back, wanting to feel the connection.
“Sky, is this okay?” he asks a little breathless, his lips skimming my ear.
“Yes,” I whisper, my heart pounding.
“Fuck.” He bites my lip, pulling a little then tracing it with his tongue.
“Take me back.”
His gaze searches mine. He pushes himself off me, putting all the weight on his arms. “You want to head to your room?” he asks, his deep voice vibrating through me.
I brush my hands through his hair to the back of his neck. “No, take me back to your place,” I whisper, pulling him up by his hands.
“Fuck, babe, you mess with my head.” He smiles, reaching out to grab my chin. He makes a sound deep and low in his broad chest before pressing his lips to mine. We leave the track and stumble into his room, almost falling over his skateboard.
“Would have cleaned up if I’d known this would be going down,” he rasps.
“Yeah, keep spinning that line,” I say, smiling against his mouth. I help him out of his shirt, my fingers dancing over his arms loving how he feels under my fingers. I trace the details of his tattoos.
“They’re beautiful,” I whisper.
He grunts, not believing a single word I’m saying judging by his smile and eye roll.
“They are,” I repeat, meeting his stare, and I swallow hard, anticipating what he’s going to do.
Slowly, his hands skim over the sensitive skin under my bellybutton, then up to my ribs as he pulls my shirt over my head, his fingers dancing over my waist as he does it. Gliding his calloused hands from my neck to my bra he traces the contours of my breasts. My heartbeat is pounding in my chest.
Touching my nipples through the lacy white fabric, he bites his lip. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?”
I shake my head and my nipples immediately stand to attention and I crave more. I run my hands slowly up and down the hard ridges of his tattooed arms. Our eyes lock, he leans forward and runs his parted lips over my collarbone. He nibbles my neck with his teeth and I shudder as he presses a kiss on my shoulder. My hands tighten in his hair. Reaching out he holds the necklace I’m wearing in the palm of his hand, asking, “What about Jay?”
“Let’s not talk about my dad.”
He grins. “Sorry.” He shakes his head, and a lopsided smile warms his handsome face. He stares at me, and I begin to squirm as his eyes rake up and down my body. Reaching out for me, I smile when I notice his hands are shaking a little.
“Fuck, Sky, I can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs against my neck. He runs his tongue over the skin below my ear, and I tremble with desire.
My head falls to the side, “Don’t stop, Hunter.”
Groaning, he scrapes his stubble over my jaw, “Not planning on it, Shorty.”
He guides me through his apartment, and we stumble to his bedroom, our hands exploring each other. When my legs hit the bed, he slowly pushes me onto the sheets. Like a predator, he moves on top of me. I love the way his mouth tickles over my naked flesh. I bring my hands to his ass and knead it, pressing my hips into his growing erection.
