I clear my throat and scratch the back of my neck. “Hey.” I say back. I feel awkward as Hell, wishing I felt more confident around her. I wanted her so fucking much it hurt. Being around her made my brain feel jumbled, as if all the blood decided to head south leaving nothing for my brain cells to create coherent thoughts and sentences.
“Is it you, or is your little friend back?” She asks.
I walk into the living room, and plop next to her. “It’s me.”
Her blue eyes search my face and I notice a blush tainting her cheeks.
“What are you thinking about that’s got you blushing, bright eyes?” I ask.
She squirms, but I tuck her hair behind her ear, pulling at the faded purple tips.
“The last time we were together.” Her lids lower as she licks her lips. And just like that I’m hard.
I adjust myself as discreetly as I can manage. “Skye, I’m fucking crazy for you, but what’s the deal with you and Graham… and Lukas?”
“I… I’m exploring my feelings for all three of you.” She says. “Lukas and Graham are on board with it.”
I scratch my chin. I know I want her more than anything, especially since I’ve been harboring this crush on her since she moved in. “What would exploring our feelings look like?” I ask.
She slides up to me, grasping my face in her hands. “I want to do this.” She kisses me and my breath stalls in my chest. I’m stunned with shock for a minute before I grasp her body, pulling her closer and kissing her back.
She pulls back and my chest rises with labored breaths. My hands wind in her hair as I pull her back down to me. She lifts herself onto my lap, pressing our bodies together.
“Well, well, well. Don’t you two look cozy.” Emmet says biting into an apple.
“Fuck off, Emmet.” I say, as Skye removes herself from my lap.
“Get a room.” He says, stalking up the stairs to his room.
“I should finish my project.” Skye says, motioning to her iPad.
“Yeah, of course. We’ll talk later.”
I run down to my room, stashing my things off to the side. I yank my shirt off and lay in my bed.
My cock presses against my pants, remembering how fucking good her mouth felt wrapped around it. I take it out, palming it to relieve some of the pressure. I stroke it a few times, imagining how she would feel on top of me. Watching those full breasts bounce on me, filling her up. My hand jerks faster making my toes curl.
I take out my phone and decide to show her exactly what she does to me, filming my hand as I work my cock up and down.
I imagine flipping her around and entering her from behind as she screams out my name. “Fuck.” I murmur, feeling my orgasm building. I come hard all over my stomach, wishing it was her pussy I was releasing my load into.
I send the video, as I wipe my stomach off.
I see the read receipt and see the bubbles appear and disappear a few times.
Nerves coat my stomach wondering if I took it too far.
Her message finally pops up.
Skye:Was that for me?
Me:See what you do to me?
Skye:You’re making it hard to concentrate on my work. Now I’m all hot and bothered, thinking about what I want to do to your cock.
Me:So why don’t you come down here and do it?
Skye:I need to finish my work.
