Chapter 22

CHAPTER 22

Brooks

After our friends were gone, Skylar pushed me toward the bathroom with a playful swat on the ass. "Don't keep me waiting too long."

My head spun with thoughts of what was waiting for me. Not just a gorgeous man, not just sex, but something entirely new and uncharted.

A man inside me.

It wasn't a thought I'd ever entertained before meeting Skylar. Even when I'd become attracted to him, my mind hadn't gone there. I'd focused on more immediate needs: the desire to hold him, then to kiss him, then to taste him.

But now, there was no doubting I wanted it.

My cock was hard and aching as I got into the shower, so I gave it the briefest wash possible and focused most of my attention on my ass. I'd fingered myself a few times, knowing we might reach this moment, but tonight I pushed myself, stretching my hole around two, then three fingers, grunting with the pain but wanting nothing in Skylar's way when he was ready to sink into me.

My body quivered as I stroked my cock while my fingers spread me too wide. Fuck . I was going to make myself come if I wasn't careful.

I withdrew my fingers with a hiss of discomfort, then rinsed and dried quickly. My heart raced with anticipation as I walked down the hall toward Skylar's door. Would he fuck me gently or hard enough I'd hurt tomorrow? Skylar was so sweet, but when I encouraged him to take the lead, he gained an edge of assertiveness that was hot. Became the alpha I teasingly called him.

I paused outside his room, in just a towel, and tapped lightly. "You ready for me?"

"Come in and close the door," Skylar said. "I don't want Freddy to sneak in."

My mouth hitched. Yeah, I had enough performance anxiety about my first time doing this without the critical gaze of Skylar's cat.

I slipped inside and leaned back against the door, breath catching at the sight of Skylar.

"Hey there," he said.

Damn .

We'd had a fair amount of sex since that first night I'd offered my body. Sometimes he wore the lingerie, sometimes he didn't. He was always sexy, so I didn't mind either way.

But tonight he'd pulled out all the stops.

He wore white briefs overlaid by a lacy garter belt, sheer stockings that emphasized his long, slender legs, and a silky white robe open to reveal his bare chest. My mouth went dry as my gaze roamed.

"Surprise," he said with a nervous laugh.

"Fuck me," I murmured.

"That's the idea."

My gaze snapped to his. He bit down on his bottom lip, so incredibly sexy.

And nervous.

"You're a goddamn fantasy come to life," I said.

"Yeah?" He smiled. "I'm glad you like it."

He lay in the middle of his bed, looking like some kind of centerfold model in a racy magazine, his white silk and lace a sharp contrast against black sheets.

"Like it? Fuck, I love it. You look good enough to eat."

"Oh, you're the meal tonight," he said playfully, more relaxed as he climbed from the bed. "Drop that towel and get over here."

I tugged at the towel knot and let the terrycloth fall to the floor. Skylar's gaze was an intoxicating weight on my skin. He scanned me, head to toe, then back up, gaze lingering on my thighs, my cock, my chest.

"I feel underdressed," I joked.

Skylar's lips quirked. "Would you like to wear something pretty too?"

"Not sure I'd wear it as well as you."

He laughed and pushed me down on the bed. "Pretty sure you'd look sexy in anything, Brooks." His gaze swept over me. "Or nothing at all."

My face heated. Normally I had little modesty. Normally, compliments about my body didn't faze me. I was attractive, and plenty of my sex partners thought so.

But…none of them were stroking a hard cock through silky panties. A cock that would be inside my body, claiming me, possessing me in a way no other person ever had.

"You okay?" Skylar asked, noticing my tension. "If this is too much…"

"I want it."

It was true. I wanted to give him what he needed, always, but it went deeper than that. I wanted to know what it would feel like to be possessed that way. To be stretched and filled and fucked by another man.

By Skylar.

"Okay then." He tapped my hip. "Roll over. Get on your hands and knees."

Oh, fuck. This was really happening.

I flipped onto my front and got my knees under me, heart thundering.

"Grab hold of the bed frame."

I levered up to hold the wrought-iron headboard, then glanced over my shoulder to see Skylar disrobing. He still wore the underwear, garter belt, and stockings, but from the waist up, he was as naked as me.

Behind him, his open closet door with a full-length mirror threw back the reflection of my big body kneeling on his bed, awaiting his every instruction.

Something deep inside me recognized that man.

He wasn't just playing a part for Skylar. He wanted this, too. Wanted to let go, to follow someone else's lead, to know that he didn't need all the answers.

Not this time.

Skylar climbed onto the bed behind me, palming my bare ass. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder and parted my cheeks, allowing cool air to sweep over my still damp hole.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

"I'm going to start by kissing you. Everywhere." Skylar brushed a fingertip over my rim, so there'd be no mistaking what he meant. "It's going to be intense. Can you be still and keep your hands to yourself?"

My cock throbbed. "Yes."

"Tell me to stop if you don't like something."

"Okay."

Skylar leaned over to look me in the eye. "Don't try to like something for my sake, okay? I've done that and it's no fun. I want you to enjoy this and if you don't, we stop."

I sensed how important this was to him, and I wondered if he wished he'd been given the same courtesy in the past. I wasn't going to insult him by insisting I wouldn't need to stop. Maybe I would.

"Yes, Alpha," I said gently. "I'll be honest."

"Good boy." He pressed a quick, messy kiss to my mouth, then trailed light, feathery kisses down my spine, all the way to my tailbone.

His hands still held my ass open, exposing me to what had to be a close-up view. I closed my eyes, torn between arousal and embarrassment. Should I have shaved down there? My manscaping didn't typically involve this area of my ass. I'd heard some gay guys bleached their asshole. Should I—

A hot, wet lick shattered my thoughts.

I gasped.

Skylar spread me wide and traced the tip of his tongue around and around, teasing at the edges of my hole, making me yearn for the moment he'd enter.

But he didn't.

He just…kept…teasing.

My breathing grew ragged and my body trembled. Skylar reached under my belly to stroke my cock, adding to the torment.

"F-fuck, I need…"

Skylar drew back, and as maddening as his teasing tongue had been, flicking and swirling and never quite enough, the absence of it was even worse.

I groaned with dismay. "Don't stop!"

"Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me," I said.

"With my tongue? My fingers? Or my cock?"

"Any of it." I pushed my ass back against his hands. "All of it. Please, Sky. I can't take the teasing. I fucking—"

"Shh, okay. I had to make sure you wanted it."

It hit me then that he'd been waiting for me. Waiting for me to ask for it.

"I fucking want it," I said, so there'd be no more hesitation. "I want your tongue inside my ass. Not just teasing. Fuck me with it."

There was a chuckle, Skylar's breath gusting over my sensitive, twitching, wet hole, and then his tongue was slipping inside.

He did exactly as I asked, firming his tongue into a point, thrusting it in and out of me, tongue fucking me, but it wasn't nearly as satisfying as I'd hoped. It only fueled my desire for more. More invasion, more stretch, more filling.

"Fingers," I begged. "Please, Sky."

He pressed two fingers inside me, and I groaned with utter relief. "Yes. Fuck, that's good."

"Can you take a third?"

"Yes. Stretched myself in the shower."

Skylar groaned that time, forcing a third finger in beside the first two. His fingers were slender, not as large as mine, but they still stretched me.

"You really are ready for me," he said, sounding surprised.

"Yes." I rocked back, taking his fingers deeper. "Need your cock."

He continued thrusting his fingers for another few minutes, leaning in over my back. "I'm going to fuck you while I'm wearing all this lingerie," he murmured. "I'm not going to take it off. You'll feel the lace rubbing against your ass. Feel the stockings against your thighs."

I shuddered. Fuck, that was hot.

Skylar pulled his fingers free and leaned over to open the bedside table and pull out lube. Then he lifted a condom, showing it to me. "We can use this if you want, but I tested after my breakup, and I'm still on PreP—"

"I'm good if you are," I said.

I'd always used condoms when hooking up and I hadn't even done that in quite a while. There was a small risk, maybe, in going bare with Skylar, but I trusted him more than any of those one-night stands.

Skylar wasn't a stranger. He wasn't just a good time. He was the man who I'd offered my body to, if only for a few weeks. And I never would have done that if I hadn't already trusted him with every part of me.

There was the snick of a cap lid, then Sky pressed cool, slippery fingers inside me, slicking me from the inside out. I wrinkled my nose, less fond of this part, but he withdrew, and soon his cockhead pressed against my entrance.

"Ready?" he asked softly.

"Yes, Sky. I want it. Want you inside."

"Fuck." He exhaled noisily. "I'm so glad, because I can't hold back anymore."

"Do it. Take me, Sky. Fuck me. I need—"

He thrust inside, forcing my hole wider than I thought it could stretch, a burn searing me. My words died on my tongue, a strangled sound replacing them as my body strained to make space for the man I'd begged to come inside.

He felt so fucking big, so much bigger than his fingers or mine. I panted and trembled, wondering if it was possible to split open at the core, and then—just when I was about to admit defeat—my muscles relaxed and he slid in the rest of the way as if he belonged there.

After the teasing and the yearning, I finally felt full of him. The burning ebbed, and in its place was a strange satisfaction I wouldn't have expected.

I glanced sideways, toward the closet mirror. Skylar's beautiful slender form, still in stockings and lace, had his hips pressed flush to my ass. His chest heaved with breaths, and his expressions verged on pained as he remained still.

Waiting for me again.

"Move," I whispered, eyes locked on our image.

He pulled back, his glistening cock emerging from my ass, his briefs pushed down but still around his thighs. Then he thrust back in. Then he withdrew and thrust, withdrew and thrust. Again and again.

I cried out, eyes clenching shut as too much sensation swamped me. The scratchy lace against my ass cheeks, as promised. The sheer stockings rubbing my thighs. The hard dick so deep inside me, hitting pleasure centers I hadn't explored, lighting me up from the inside out even as I ached for more.

Skylar leaned back, cock still inside me, and grabbed the robe he'd tossed on the foot of the bed. He brought it under my body and wrapped the silky fabric around my cock, stroking.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped, rocking between the sparks dancing over my sensitive dick and the deep, building pleasure in my core. "Sky, I think I might—"

I couldn't get the words out. My climax hit, and I came with a strangled, guttural shout, unloading into beautiful silk while a beautiful man pumped his cock inside me.

Skylar fell against me, shaking and crying out as his release hit, and I finally managed to look in the mirror again, watching him fall apart behind me.

Then watching him come back together, a smile blooming over his face as he gazed down at my still quivering body in wonder.

"That was the best sex of my life," he said.

"Why do you sound so surprised? I've got a great ass."

He palmed my ass, squeezing gently. "Oh, I know. Why do you think I couldn't bear to watch you do planks?"

I chuckled. "Oh, is that why?"

"Mm-hmm." He brushed a kiss over my shoulder. "You were amazing. Was it good for you, too?" A hint of anxiety entered his voice. "If you didn't like it…"

"I loved it," I said. "Honestly, Sky, best sex of my life, man or woman."

He beamed, and I angled my head back awkwardly to kiss him. I was flying too damn close to the sun, and I knew how that story ended, but I was too blissed out to care.

I wanted more closeness. More intimacy.

More Skylar.