Page 55 of The Sky Between Us

I knew how much she hated watching soccer because of her ex and I didn’t want to make it feel like an obligation. But it’s been a while since I had anyone rooting for me on the stands. Anyone I cared for. My parents quickly got bored of my kicking ball habit and only came a few times for bigger games. They thought my sister’s dancing was more important. Karma had its way, pairing me with a dancer.

Hazel relaxed a bit, her touch on my hand growing softer as she sang along to the songs and danced in the seat, making me laugh. She was a completely different person from the girl who first walked into the coffee shop.

Turning up the drive in of Dunkin’s I glanced her way. “Food?”

Hazel exhaled and stared at the menu in front of us. “I kind of want a donut but I should get a bagel, right?”

“Yes,” I agreed with her as she contemplated her choices, yet I already anticipated what she’ll take.

“Cream Cheese Bagel and Cold brew with extra ice and sugar free Vanilla syrup,” she told me as we moved up the line.

With a nod, I hid my grin and ordered an additional 12 donuts and a bacon, egg and cheese bagel for myself. Practice was brutal and despite Fresno being a little over three hours away, I needed some food. Plus, Hazel hated eating alone.

My girl resumed singing until we waited in line, but as soon as we got the food, she unwrapped both of them and without question started feeding me. Some things like that came naturally in our relationship. It wasn’t weird and didn’t involve asking. They just happened, and I loved this natural progression. We grew together.

“Do we need to listen to depressing sad songs?” I muttered once we both finished eating and Hazel was attempting to sing all the high notes in ‘Driving License’ while sipping on her coffee.

“Do you want 34+35?” she wiggled her brows. “If yes, I’m totally doing a TikTok dance for it.”

“Only if you post it,” I teased her as her drafts folder held over 100 videos already and still zero posted.

Hazel made a face, her eyes darkening as she fought some kind of inner demons, and without reply she changed the music to another break up song. At least this one was upbeat. Sometimes I wondered if her choice of music held a hidden message for me.

“How much longer?” she asked after a long musical break.

“Two more hours,” I muttered, taking over one of the slow cars in front of me.

“Can I drive?” Hazel jokes, taking off my hoodie and throwing it on the backseat as she undid her seatbelt.

“Drive me crazy?” I arched a brow, my mouth watering and my blood pooling into one point of my body.

A small giggle escaped her as she sat up on her heel and licked her lips. “Do you think you can drive, without killing us, while I get my dessert?” she flicked her eyes at my bulging pants and grinned.

Her hands touched my tights, caressing me through my jeans as her eyes never left mine. Focusing my attention back to the road, I took a deep breath when she unbuttoned my jeans.

“Hazel,” I muttered, unsure if should stop the car and fuck her or play with fire. I didn’t trust myself, but my body jerked when she pulled my jeans and underpants down and wrapped her ice-cold fingers around me. “Shit.”

“Sorry,” she laughed, her breath warming up my cock. Her tongue flicked the top of it, before she swallowed me whole.

Grabbing the wheel stronger, I willed myself to not close my eyes, and keep watching the road. But all I could feel was her tongue moving up and down my length and her head bobbing. My free hand found her head and I wrapped it around her ponytail helping her find the right rhythm I needed. The movement of her tongue drove me crazy, the way she licked and sucked, I could tell she enjoyed it, which made this experience more erotic and satisfying. As her pumps grew faster, I felt myself leaking. Fisting my hand around her ponytail I stopped her head.

“I’m going to come,” I groaned in a deep voice, I barely recognized it as my own.

“That’s the point,” Hazel muttered as she licked my length up and down. “I want you to come.”

Her lips wrapped around me once again, taking me deep. Pleasure hit me hard and a moan escaped me. My eyes fluttered closed for a split second before remembering where I was, and gripped the steering wheel with all my strength. Our speed decreased to more than a half and cars swished past by us, while my body pumped to its release and happy endorphins swamped me.

Hazel whipped her mouth and after pulling my clothes back, she slumped into her seat.

“You’ll be the death of me… and both of us,” I muttered picking up the speed of our car, my brain still a bit foggy from the high.

“Seriously, woman,” I mumbled, glancing at her. “Hazel!”

She discarded her sports bar and sat there all exposed, looking for her bra between the pieces of clothes. My eyes got hypnotized by her two beautiful globes and despite finishing not that long ago, I felt my erection growing in my pants.

“Just changing,” she laughed to herself and quickly clipped her bra before slipping into a knitted dress.

I watched in awe as she rolled her tights up her legs, wishing that was my hand running up the length of her legs.

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