Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

Brooks

Skylar stared at me, and I wished I knew what was going through his mind. I'd just offered myself on a platter. Use me , I'd said. Take what you want. What you deserve.

His gaze dipped, taking in my shoulders, my chest, wandering down my body in a wary perusal. I hunched a little, wishing I could make myself smaller and less threatening.

I held my breath, awaiting his verdict, arousal coursing through me. Nerves, too. I'd never been with a man, and handing over control wasn't something I ordinarily did. But for Skylar, I'd have offered to be blindfolded and handcuffed if that's what it took to make him feel safe.

"Go sit on the couch for me?" he said tentatively.

It wasn't the answer I'd expected. My heart sank. Sitting on the couch probably meant a conversation where Sky would reject me gently.

Still, I returned to the sofa and sat, intent on giving him whatever he needed. What I wanted was secondary.

Skylar trailed me there, but he didn't sit beside me. He stood, looking down at me, and there was a look in his eyes…

"Spread your legs more," he said.

My heart kicked, and my body obeyed without conscious thought. My thighs shifted farther apart, my hard-on tenting the silky fabric of my navy blue basketball shorts.

Skylar bit his bottom lip, his desire obvious now that he'd let down his guard. Not that I believed he was ready to be swept off his feet and ravished by me. No, he held all the cards. I'd given them to him.

"What now?" I asked, voice hoarse. Skylar might have control, but I couldn't take the suspense a second longer.

"Touch yourself. Over your shorts."

I let out a breath. I didn't want to touch myself. I wanted Skylar to touch me. Or even better, let me touch him. But if this is what he needed, this distance, I'd give it to him. I'd promised him, hadn't I? To use me however he wanted.

So I lowered my right hand and clasped my aching cock. I hadn't bothered with underwear, and the slick fabric slid against my cockhead, making me moan softly.

"You're so sexy," Skylar murmured. "Will you take off your shirt?"

"Yeah." I whipped it over my head, tossing it to the side. "You don't have to ask for anything. Just tell me."

"Yeah?" he said. "Then lose the shorts, too. Let me see everything, Brooks."

My skin tingled, my arousal off the charts as I lifted my hips to push my shorts down, my cock popping free of the waistband and swaying in the air. I'd stripped for countless partners, but never like this. I felt naked, and not just physically, with Skylar standing over me, giving me orders.

"Are you going to take off your clothes?" I couldn't help asking.

"You want to see me?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah. Are you wearing that sexy lingerie?"

"No." He took a step back. Farther from me. That was the wrong direction. "If that's what you want to see, I guess I could go—"

"No, no," I said hurriedly. "I want to see you, not your lingerie. It's sexy, but so are you."

Skylar looked dubious. "You're straight though."

I waved a hand toward my hard dick, which was pointing toward Skylar like a begging puppy dog. It wanted pets. "Not very straight."

His lips twitched. "All right, but you stay where you are."

"Whatever you want."

I must have said the right thing, because Skylar stripped off the tank top, revealing a lean form, slender but firm, with a small swell of pecs tipped by pale pink nipples. He wasn't hairless, but his hair was thin and pale, glimmering under the overhead lights as it trailed down to his navel.

He paused with his fingers tucked into his waistband. "You sure you want me to keep going? There's a cock under here."

"Yeah." I licked my dry lips. "I want to see."

"Moment of truth then," he murmured and pushed his sweats down. His cock strained against the dark boxer briefs. No lacy underwear, just cotton, but still sexy as fuck. He was as hard as I was.

I grasped my cock, unable to resist stroking as I watched him finally take off the last layer of clothing between us. His cock was slender, like the rest of him, but long and perfectly shaped with a pink mushroom head that was already damp at the tip. My cock was thick, blunt, shorter. Like a crudely made tool, while Skylar's was elegant, something finely crafted.

And was I really waxing poetic about a man's dick? My head reeled at just how not straight I'd turned out to be.

"Stop touching yourself."

I groaned, my body desperate for more, but forced myself to pull my hand away.

"Will you touch me then?" I asked in a pitiful voice. It was embarrassing how needy I sounded.

He hesitated. "You'll do whatever I say."

"Yes."

"Even if I want to stop suddenly?"

"Of course." Anger swept through me. "What the fuck, Skylar? Did Blaize not—"

"Shh." He bent forward and kissed the angry words from my lips. I melted into the sofa, parting my lips eagerly, moaning when he took the invitation and slipped his tongue in to dance with mine.

I reached for him on instinct, grasping his sides, loving the way his muscles flexed under my palms.

Skylar pulled back. "No touching me without permission."

My heart tumbled, the idea of disappointing him making me ache. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. You didn't know." He grasped my left wrist and lifted it, pressing it to the sofa beside my head. Then did the same with my right. "Keep your hands here."

I swallowed. "I will. I just…"

"What is it?"

I shook my head. "Nothing. It doesn't matter. I said we'd do what you wanted."

"Tell me, Brooks."

"I'd really like to touch you," I murmured. "When you're ready."

"You will," he said. "I want that too. Just…I want to decide when."

My mind went blank then, because Skylar placed one slim thigh to the right of mine, then swung his other leg over my lap and straddled me. His mouth came down on mine as our cocks bumped between us, sending sparks through me. I arched with a gasp, seeking more of that delicious sensation.

I didn't care even a little that a man's cock was crossing swords with mine. It felt so damn good. And when his cock slipped past mine and rubbed up against my abs, I only wanted more of that silky hot length against me.

Skylar kept his hands on my wrists, not quite trusting me not to reach for him. That was fair, because I unintentionally flexed against his hold several times. Each time, his grip reminded me to subside, sending an extra flare of arousal through me.

I'd never played with being subdued, but I could see the appeal. Even if I could easily break Skylar's hold, I'd given him the power to immobilize me with a word. I was at his mercy, and it was incredibly frustrating to not take what I wanted, and yet also incredibly hot.

I'd never been so turned on in my life.

Skylar broke the kiss, relaxing his hold on my wrists as he moved his lips to my jaw, then my throat. Soft lips, followed by a wet tongue, then the gentle nibble of teeth made me gasp and crane my head back, silently asking for more. Skylar bit down on my shoulder a bit harder, making my cock pulse precum.

"Fuck," I rasped. "You might make me come without even touching my dick."

He laughed, his breath cool against the saliva he'd left on my neck. I shivered, skin crackling with the desire for more.

"Guess I better move this along then, huh?"

He released my wrists entirely, and I was careful to keep my hands where they belonged. This was a test of trust, one of I intended to pass. It wasn't easy when Skylar scratched a fingernail over my left nipple while he drew the right into his mouth and sucked.

"Fuuuck," I groaned. "Your mouth is so hot."

Skylar's eyes flashed to mine, dark with arousal, and his mouth quirked in a mischievous expression I'd never seen before. "It's about to get a lot hotter."

Then he slithered out of my lap and to his knees between my legs. My breath stuttered at the sight of his beautiful face so close to my aching dick.

He licked his lips, slowly.

"Please, Sky," I gasped.

"Aw, Brooks," he teased. "Are you begging?"

"Fuck yes," I said. "I'm not too proud to tell you how badly I want you."

He sucked in a breath, a complicated expression on his face. "No one's ever…"

I lowered my hands, aching to pull him into my arms, but held back from touching him with great effort. "Sky, I'm so hot for you right now. I'd do anything you want. Anything. "

His lips twitched in a small smile, then he bent forward and engulfed my cock in his mouth. As the wet heat descended, I sank back against the sofa cushions with a broken moan. "So good, Sky. You're so good."

He moaned, too, the first I'd heard, and fuck, it was deep and masculine and sent vibrations along my shaft while his tongue circled my sensitive cockhead. He flicked his tongue into the slit, tasting my precum, then sank down, taking my cock deeper into his mouth.

His lips stretched obscenely, and his stubble prickled when it rubbed against my inner thighs. His hands, gripping my hips to keep me where he wanted me, were far too strong to ever be confused with a woman's. All those sensations, those obviously male traits, did nothing to dim my arousal. If anything, they turned me on more.

"Sky, please," I rasped.

He pulled back. "What is it?"

"Can I touch you? Just your hair, even? I just… I need—"

He took my right wrist, and, just as he had done with his cat a couple of days ago, he guided my hand, this time to pet his head. I buried my fingers in his soft blond hair, a sigh of relief escaping me. I hadn't realized how much I needed mutual touch, connection, until I was restricted.

Not that I didn't love every minute of Sky kissing and touching and sucking me. Of course I did. But I wanted him, not just an orgasm.

He grasped my saliva-wet cock and stroked with his hand while he flicked his tongue over the tip. Watching him tease me like that, a smile playing on his lips, was too much. My fingers clenched, my abs tensed, and I came with a hoarse groan.

Skylar pulled back as I erupted, but not before I painted his lips with flecks of white. He licked them clean while my cum spilled down my cock and over his knuckles.

I was trembling and blissed out of my head when he stood, his cock still hard.

"Now you can touch me."

I reached for him eagerly, grasping his cock and stroking roughly.

Skylar gasped. "Wait, stop."

I jerked my hand back as if I'd just touched a hot stove. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just need a little lube." Skylar slathered the cum coating his fingers over his shaft. My cum. He was slicking his dick with my cum.

My cock twitched, arousal flickering back to life.

Skylar guided my hand back to his cock, and I stroked him the way I liked, with a tight, firm grip. With my left hand, I tentatively stroked up his inner thigh. "This okay?"

"Y-yeah," he stuttered out as I cupped his balls and squeezed gently. I tugged at his sac, something I liked when jerking off, and he groaned.

A sudden desire to taste him as he'd tasted me hit. I grabbed his waist and tugged forward. I opened my mouth, extending my tongue, intent on a taste.

Skylar placed a hand in the center of my chest for balance, his cock still out of reach.

"Let me suck you?" I asked. " Please?"

Skylar gasped. "O-oh."

Then he came, within inches of my face, but much too far away. His cum hit my chin and my neck, then dribbled to my chest.

He sank against me, forgetting to hold himself back as pleasure washed through him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him gratefully, only a little disappointed I hadn't gotten a chance to blow him.

I rubbed my palm up and down his back, greedy with my touches now that he wasn't resisting.

He lifted his head and met my gaze, his blue eyes dark with emotion. "Thank you, Brooks. Thank you so much."

"Don't thank me," I said roughly. "Never thank me for giving me what I wanted."

"You really wanted me," he said, sounding awed.

"Yes, Sky. You're amazing."

"Can I kiss you again?" he whispered, leaning in.

"Always."

His mouth met mine, soft and tentative. This wasn't the searing-hot first kiss we shared or the filthy, wet, desperate kisses during sex. This was a genuine connection. Intimacy.

Skylar let down his walls and invited me in, if only for a few seconds.

"What now?" he asked, pulling back.

"That's up to you," I said.

"But if I asked what you wanted?" he prompted.

"I want you," I said. "I want us to shower, and have sex again, and eat a late snack, and curl up in bed together—"

Sky placed a finger against my lips. "Let's take it one step at a time. We both need time to process all this."

I bit back a protest. I didn't need time, but I understood if Skylar did. He was coming out of a truly terrible relationship.

I nodded. "Whatever you need, Skylar."

He tilted his head, studying me. "As long as you get what you need too. You're really okay with…this."

Clearly, he wasn't sure how to define it, either. But we both knew the score. Skylar was rebounding, and I was the guy who could help him get his groove back. He didn't live in Swallow Cove. Eventually, he'd go back to his life, and I'd stay here, working too many hours to support Grandma's stay at Silver Cove.

We were on different paths—neither of us really in the position to commit to a long-term relationship. But that didn't mean we couldn't fully appreciate each other while we could.

"I'm more than okay with it, if you are," I said. "I don't want to overthink it."

Skylar smiled and brushed another kiss to my lips. "That's why I like you. You don't hold back. You just go for whatever you want." His eyes met mine, filled with amusement. "How hard was it to hold back and let me run the show tonight?"

"Not so hard," I said thoughtfully.

I'd ached to touch him more, yes, but giving him the control he'd wanted, knowing he was taking everything he wanted from me, had been oddly satisfying.

"Really?"

"Yeah, we can do it again right now if you need proof." He laughed, but I continued so that he'd know I wasn't joking. "I'll do it again and again until you believe that I never want to touch you if it's not what you want."

"I do believe that," he said. "It's not about you, Brooks. It's about me."

"It's about that asshole ex of yours too," I growled. "I'd love to kick that guy's ass."

Skylar tensed in my arms, pulling away. I cursed my stupid mouth for ruining the moment.

"I won't," I said quickly. "No violence, I promise."

Skylar smiled tightly at me, his shields back up. "I know you won't. Let's…clean up and call it a night, okay?"

"I'm sorry," I said. "I ruined the afterglow."

He chuckled. "No. It's just, it's been a lot. For both of us. This was your first time with a guy, and it was my first good time in a really long time."

"So you're saying I was just good? Not great? Not mind-blowing?"

He rolled his eyes, a more genuine smile tugging at his lips. "I see your ego is intact. Goodnight, Brooks. I'll see you in the morning."

I sighed, still too wrung out to move. Especially if I couldn't have Skylar in my shower or my bed to fire me up again. He needed time, and I had to give him his space, but I'd never wanted a good cuddle after a hookup as much as I did now.

There was no doubting I was in over my head.

I reached for my discarded shirt on the floor and wiped off, then hugged a throw pillow instead of the man I wanted in my arms.