I smiled, then blew out a harsh breath as her hand went back to my belt.
“You don’t have to,” I started, but Skye grinned.
“I want to,” she replied. Her hand tickled along my abdomen before her fingers slid beneath my boxer shorts. “I’ve been dreaming about this.”
I breathed a laugh of disbelief.
She’d barely shown much interest in me outside of being pissed off, and she’d been dreaming about my dick?
I now understood Aiden’s complete one-eighty. Skye hadn’t even touched me yet and I knew I would do absolutely anything she asked.She could have told me to bark like a dog for the rest of the day and I would have absolutely done so.
I was losing my mind over her, and I didn’t want it back.
Skye raised her chin, parting her lips in invitation for another kiss, and I pressed against her hard, kissing her like she was my source of oxygen. I tensed, almost blowing my load right there as her hand closed around my cock. She slowly slid from my base all the way to the tip, squeezing slightly as I groaned.
“You’re big,” she breathed.
I let out a shocked laugh. “How do I compare to Aiden?”
Skye giggled before licking my cheek, which made my eyes roll back in my head. She pressed her lips right against my ear, squeezing my dick hard, almost to the point of pain as she spoke. “I’ll have to see them side by side.”
I moaned even through my shock as she kissed right below my ear, finally moving her hand to work my shaft.
“You like that idea,” she accused. I couldn’t decide if I was more turned on from her words or her brutal handling of me. My knees were weak, my heart pounding in my ears as I tried to focus on what she was implying.
“Youlike that idea,” I managed to reply. Her hand tightened around me, her speed changing just barely. I sucked in a ragged breath. “I like what you like.”
“Would you touch him? If he asked?” Skye’s breathing grew heavier, and I finally got over my paralysis and reached out for her.
I slipped my hand into her shorts, bypassing her swimsuit bottom and trailing my fingers down the soft hair on her mound. She already felt divine. The combination of her hand on me while my hand was on her was almost too much.
“If he asked,” I rasped. I could feel Skye’s smile against my neck. “I’d do anything he asked.”
“Really?” she pried. “Anything?”
I could only nod as I slipped two fingers inside of her. Skye gasped, though I knew it didn’t hurt. She was so wet she’d be soaking my hand by the time I was finished with her. I’d never regret her hands on me,but I was wishing I could have dropped to the ground so I could taste her properly.
“Anything,” I replied, feeling that somehow deep down, I meant it. I thrust another finger inside her, three fingers now sliding in and out of her slowly, trying to match her strokes on my cock. “You’ve been thinking about this a lot?”
“Yeah,” she breathed. “Since last night. I…liked being in between that.”
I chuckled. I’d known, of course. She’d been ready to fuck the both of us right there on the dance floor, witnesses be damned, and I would’ve been right behind her. Aiden had been a little skittish, so he obviously didn’t have the exhibition kink Skye and I seemed to share. He’d have watched us if Skye invited me into her room after our hallway kiss, though. I could sense that from him, at least.
I groaned as Skye’s lips ran across my neck back to my jaw. Our lips touched again, our tongues meeting while our bodies rocked together, connecting on a deeper level while still holding the official connection at bay. Skye moaned as I hooked my fingers forward inside of her, pulling toward me to hit the magic spot most men couldn’t be bothered to find.
Skye pulled back, breathing hard as she stroked me faster. Her pupils were large, making her eyes appear darker while leaving only a thin ring of silver.
“What if he was here with us?” I asked, taking advantage of how turned on she was. “What if his hand was here?” I ran my free hand over her breast. She sucked in a sharp breath while I found her nipple, running the tip of my thumb across it slowly. “Or what if he was here?” I thrust my fingers harder into her just once, to make my point. Skye whimpered. “What if his fingers were right alongside mine? Stretching you out?”
“Rafe,” she choked out, squeezing her eyes shut.
“I can make that real for you,” I said, my voice trembling slightly as my release began to tingle at the base of my spine. “Anything you want. We can make it happen, love.”
“Fuck, Rafe.” Skye whimpered, rocking her hips against me. I did the same, thrusting against her hand, desperately trying to reach myclimax but not before her. I wanted to be completely present to watch her every expression, every subtle movement and sound.
“Is this enough for you? Can I get you there or do you need him?”
I wasn’t jealous of Aiden, not in any way that counted. Jealous he got to touch her and taste her whenever she pleased, sure. But it wasn’t the dangerous type of jealousy, not like where Wyatt had been headed.
