Page 63 of The Sky Between Us

“Since you seem to be all talk today, I think it’s time you do some work. Come and ride me, baby.”

His words hit me straight in my center and I moved to sit on his lap and on him without thinking.

My eyes fluttered close from the sensation as I took his full-length in. “This is so deep.”

“Just how you like it,” Aiden teased me as his fingers wrapped around my hips guiding my movements.

Biting into his neck I muttered. “Don’t worry, I got this. Let me show you how it’s done.”

I moved my hips in a way that caused me most pleasure, angling myself to hit all the right spots and it was heaven. His fingers played with my nipples once he realized I didn’t need his guidance. Aiden watched my pleasure-filled face under his half-closed eyes as my movements grew quicker and harder. Groan after groan left him, together with various curse words. It felt intoxicating and powerful to watch him come undone by me. My own pleasure grew with his, my climax building once again.

“I’m close baby, are you close?” he asked, his fingertips pressing harder into my hips.

“Yes.”

“Come with me, baby,” he begged me, as he started thrusting as well, our movement synchronizing until both of us reached our pleasure. Leaning onto his chest I listened to his rapid heartbeat as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. Such a sweet gesture after such a dirty thing. With a smile on my lips, I closed my eyes, still unable to believe this amazing guy was mine.

Chapter 14

Life after the weekend getaway turned hectic.

I was in practice every morning and afternoon, plus hitting the gym and religiously watching game tapes. We were in the final four, and there was no time to waste. The team and I felt overwhelmed with the mixture of soccer and school, plus I had my Starbucks shifts to attend to as well. We were all nervous for our upcoming game against Harvard. That game could make or break our season and this being my senior year, I couldn’t let that happen. We usually faced off Harvard later in the season but thanks to the luck of the draw, they were our second competitors. At least it was a home game and we could wipe the floor with them in our own backyard. Or at least I hoped we would.

Coach also added extra pressure on me as many scouts came to watch my game and I wanted to secure a contract before January. Plus, Thanksgiving was coming up when we would have days off. Another drive back to Fresno awaited me, but I didn’t regret it. Spending the weekend at home with Hazel and helping my sister was worth it.

“Are we really going to the game?” Elliot asked me as he propped his feet onto the table.

We were in the media room going through some tapes before the football game. It was Hazel’s first halftime show and I wanted to be a supportive boyfriend.

“Yes. Is Sarah coming?” I asked him as I turned the TV off. “Hazel said she said she didn’t want to go.”

“Yeah, she was moody about some trolls on her YouTube channel,” he shrugged uninterestedly. “Don’t even get that. Anyway, we are having pizza after, right? Are we going to the party? Jenkinson and the rest of the team are having one in the house. They want to celebrate their win.”

The game didn’t even start but they already had it in the bag. A laugh escaped me and I nodded.

“Sure, but…”

“You need to ask Hazel if she feels like going,” Elliot mocked me childishly, but I only rolled my eyes. Whatever. “Was there any time she said no to a party?”

“Once,” I grinned remembering the date night we had with a drive-in movie instead of going out. I still owed her another drive-in movie as she said those were her dream dates. “Also, I need to pick up the flowers for her.”

I found a place with Blue Lilies and I asked for a bouquet of those for her. Despite this only being a halftime show, I know how hard she worked to be able to perform with the rest of the team after years of missing out. Plus, Blue Lilies symbolize hope and motivation, and I found that quite fitting for the occasion. Even if it earned me endless teasing and bickering from my best friend.

“You are so whipped.”

“It’s called commitment, you should try it,” I said easily. “You never even had a relationship.”

Elliot tilted his head, thinking, while I changed into my light blue polo T-shirt paired with faded jeans. I had a shirt in the car in case I wanted to change before the party, but for now I kept it casual.

“You know, I think I am in a relationship,” he said slowly. “With Sarah.”

Dropping the discs from my hands, I stared at him. “When did that happen?”

“Possibly last weekend.”

I blinked. “You aren’t even sure?

My best friend grimaced. “Well… she is hard to read, but we’ve been hooking up for a while and she wanted more. And we had this huge fight about me not being able to commit, which is total bullshit, I’m committed.”

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