Page 54 of Quiet Chaos

I place the gifts on the bedside table, haul her into my chest, and give her a lazy weighted kiss. My hand massages the back of her head while my mouth takes its time appreciating hers. I’m circling her tongue, capturing her lips, and restraining a desire to own her. I roll us over, me on top, my aching dick on the side of her thigh. The languid kiss becomes energetic, and my hand brushes along her exposed skin. Sky keeps up, touching my arms, hair, and our breaths warming the air. When we break, I angle my head to the side, brushing some hair that fell over her eye.

“You’re beautiful, my little Pious Princess.” She scrunches her face at the name, and I kiss the tip of her nose. “You know it’s adorable.”

A slight smile appears. “I do, Gabriel.”

Sky runs her fingers through my muddled hair. The sensation has me closing my eyes. She’s a reminder of how long it’s been since I fucked, and how much I want her. I’ve gone for periods without sex, but not when a constant temptation is in my house and bed. I give her one last kiss before getting ready. We are spending part of the day at the club, and then later, Sky is making dinner.

We arrive at the club, carrying cookies, Patsy and Sky made the other day, and a casserole. There are streamers all around with a big sign that says, “Happy Birthday, QC!” My brothers give me half hugs, smacking me on the back, punching me in the arm, and the ladies come over, offering hugs. Josie is one of them. Sky sees but says nothing. Josie joins Patsy, Sky, and Howler by the food. When they return, Josie is telling a story and Sky’s hand is on her arm. She extracts the good in people.

While talking to Boulder, I glance behind him to see Sky staring at me. The stem of a cherry hangs out of her mouth. Her tongue circles it, sucking, and then pulls the stem out. I return my attention to Boulder when he asks a question. I answer, butmy focus is back on Sky, except she’s sitting there talking to Patsy. My hand wipes down my face. I’m imagining things.

A half hour later, I’m drinking with Bruiser.

We share a shot and then he says, “Sky is eye-fucking you.” I watch as her gaze moves from my ass upwards until her eyes meet mine. She runs her tongue along her upper lip and traps her bottom lip between her teeth.

What the fuck is going on?

I adjust my pants under the bar and turn back, except she isn’t there anymore. My eyes scan the room, and her laughter comes from the back area. I’m losing my mind. All my sick, perverted imaginings are now fucking with my head.

Bruiser and the rest of the guys come over. Shot glasses line the length of the bar. Some guys bow out, so a few of the ladies join. Everyone grabs a shot, and a familiar hand takes the one next to mine. When I look down, Sky gives a sideways glance and a smile. Tabasco counts to three, but I’m not listening. My attention hasn’t left her. The shot glass is near her lips. She closes her eyes, opens her mouth, and downs it in one go. It’s hot as fuck, and I lose my senses. My dick agrees, applying pressure to my jeans. Sky wraps her small hand around mine that’s holding the shot glass and guides it to my mouth. I drink, but my eyes never waver from hers.

I balance her on the bar. My hands drawing her face to mine, and our lips connect. It’s suggestive. Frenzied. Everyone disappears. Noise ceases. My fingers twist in her hair, tilting her head to the side while my lips attack her neck. The memory of her downing the shot causes my jeans to constrict even more. Afraid the zipper might give. When I imagine her mouth around my cock, thrusting in and out, saliva dripping from her lips, my mouth works in haste, swallowing her moans. My mind is murky from drink and lust. Her hands steady against my chest, reminding me where we are. We pull away, breathing heavily,and she hides her face against my neck. From the corner of my eye, people are staring at us without knowing it, because as soon as I make eye contact, they busy themselves.

Our foreheads press together, my thumb smoothing across her cheek. “You’re killing me, Sky. What was with the shot?”

On the side of my face, her hand mimics mine as she shrugs and says, “It was for your birthday.”

I help her down from the bar as she mixes into the group of women. Patsy looks over her shoulder, and gives a wink, which I have no clue what it means.

The guys and I joke around and play darts and pool over the next several hours. I’ve been nursing the same beer since the shot. Sky has been out of sight. The women are in the back area, so I walk over there to see if she’s ready to go. Dollar bills hang from the jukebox whileHell Rightplays, and the women dance, including Sky. I cross my arms, lean against the wall, and watch her. I still can’t get over her doing a shot. Since this morning, she’s been acting odd, and I can’t put my finger on it. The song ends and that damn one by Timberlake begins. I have no fucking idea how a song about something sexy got on the jukebox, but the women love it. Patsy is in front of Sky, hands on her hips, showing her how to move them. Sky sways her body and circles her pelvis. She’s too damn fucking cute and sexy. What a combo? Her hair is damp from dancing. When she sees me, she comes running over, wrapping her arms around my waist. I bend down and ask if she’s ready, and she nods. I’m about to get Armstrong, but Patsy says she’ll watch him.

At home, we both want to get the grime of the day off. In the washroom, I notice water has leaked all over the floor. There isn’t anything running and there’s nothing dripping. I sop up the water with a mop and hop into the shower.

Tossing my towel in the hamper, I flick the light off and walk into the bedroom. Lit candles burn around the perimeterof the room. I blink, my head following the candles until my eyes meet Sky’s across the room. My breath hitches. She’s in a black baby doll lingerie. Lace runs down the front. The rest is silk. Tied underneath her breasts is a tiny silk belt and she has on a matching thong. There’s no hiding my erection. I can’t even move.Fuck me!What a vision?

Sky floats toward me. Her hair is still damp from the shower and wearing no makeup. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. My Princess is a goddess, and what makes it remarkable is that she isn’t even aware.

My heart is beating fast, and my dick is begging for attention as if I’m fifteen-years old looking throughPenthouse. She’s a foot away, paralyzing me.What is going on? Why am I acting as if I’ve never seen a woman?But they’ve never been Sky. She’s a wet dream. An arousal provoked and prodded by the God-given innocence of this simple yet enticing woman. Her hand strokes my cheek, closing the distance between us. She lifts on her tiptoes. Lips are a whisper against mine. My breath increases, and I know if I don’t reign in my hormones, I’m going to do something I’ll regret.

I wrap my hand around her wrist and tell her to give me a minute, holding my index finger up for emphasis. There is no way I can lie in bed with Sky looking the way she does and not take advantage of her, so I do the only sensible thing. I fuck my hand to images of Sky in her lingerie. My balls tighten to the point of agony, and then cum shoots out in streams. I’m gasping, but relieved for the moment. When I open the door, Sky isn’t standing there anymore.

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” 1 John 1:9

Sky

It’s Cade’s birthday, and self-consciousness creeps through me knowing I’m going to lose my virginity today. Even though he’s unaware, his powerful presence is enough to make me come alive. He’s intoxicating. My body is ahead of my mental state. The kisses in bed curl my toes, and my inner thighs buzz from static electricity. Cade is everything I want, yet everything I shouldn’t.

The angel and the devil on my shoulders, combating for my attention to win me over, have left me doubting myself. The one thing I don’t doubt are my feelings for Cade, and after my talk with Sister Mary and Patsy, I’ve hit a point to either go forward in our relationship or remain. My religious beliefs pull at my strings of conscience, telling me sex isn’t the way to move on, but I need to consider both of us. Losing Cade isn’t an option for me, and after watching some videos and reading articles, a man like Cade probably has what they callblue ballssince we have done nothing other than kiss.

There’s a lot to learn from the internet, which kept me busy. I want him to be surprised, and to do that, I need to make changes. I’ve read that smells, lingerie, sounds, and mouths are some things that arouse men, so I’ll concentrate on using them today.

The club is booming when we walk in, igniting my embers to please Cade. People come around and hug him, including Josie. It’s a platonic hug, and for her to heal, she needs to know he’s there. As always, Cade doesn’t disappoint, accepting her hug.

We part ways so he can enjoy his time with his brothers. Patsy is the only one who knows about tonight. Her smiles and side glances create flurries in my stomach, but also encourage me. She even showed me some moves. I’ve practiced in front of her and the mirror to reduce embarrassment. It’s important I come off confident in my decision, in my body, even though internally,certainty is lacking. The angel is crying inside me, but I’ve put her to rest. It’s time to rock the devilish side of me.

While Cade is talking to someone, I use my mouth to entice him, like the articles say. A cherry is the perfect thing to use, which also symbolizes my current sexual status. He’s at the bar, and my eyes wander over his body. His worn jeans hug his butt perfectly, while his form-fitting black shirt reveals his muscles and tattoos, narrowing into a V-waist, pointing downward, which I’ve been marveling at. Our eyes connect and I bite my lower lip.

A crowd moves to the bar, so we join them to see what’s going on. Without thinking, I grab a shot and down it and my eyes water. I blink, taking in a lungful of air, and raise his shot to his mouth to move the spotlight from me. Afterward, he scoops me up and places me on the bar. With his height, we’re face-to-face, and our mouths connect. It’s expressive and hurried. I’m surprised by my actions so far, but the thrill has taken over. I can’t stop tasting Cade. His lips sink down my neck. My core is wet as a rainforest. I can’t get enough of him, and my thoughts flirt with what’s to come.

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