Page 118 of I Blame the Rival

“Oh my God.” I clutch my chest, panting in earnest now, “You need to give me a warning next time.”

“That was my bad. I forgot to put on my bell.”

I laugh, throwing my arms around him. Damp skin meets my hands and that’s how long it takes for me to realize he just got out of the shower.

And he's only wearing a towel.

A blush stains my cheeks as I quickly pull away and try not to stare at the water dripping down Skylar’s bare chest. I’ve seen him naked on more than one occasion, but there’s something about a freshly showered body that should not be allowed.

It’s too tempting. Even for someone like me.

“I didn’t know you were coming over today.” Skylar flicks his eyes over my face, the edge of a smile pulling at his lips, “But I’m glad you did.”

My desire to check out the abs peeking out of the towel is nothing compared to the need to soak in the face smiling back at me.

“I wanted to surprise you with a present.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Hush until you see what it is.”

My scolding tone has his smile growing even wider. Taking my hand, he pulls me into his room and shuts the door. He lets go of my hand, presumably to go put on some clothes, but I don’t let him.

Grabbing his shoulders, I pull him flush against me, needing to feel that smile pressed against my own. It takes less than two seconds for him to kiss me back, the hard surface of his bedroom door digging into my back.

The bag that was hanging around my arm slides to the ground. Reaching behind me, I turn the lock on his bedroom door before running my hands down the naked torso in front of me.

“Flower.” Skylar hisses out the word, his breathing uneven, “I can’t take it when you touch me like that.”

“You mean like this?” I smile, trailing a finger down those abs before stroking the bulge that’s growing beneath the towel.

“Exactly like that.”

He goes to put his lips back on mine but I swerve, pulling a trick from his book and nipping the edge of his jaw. Skylar shudders, closing his eyes as I keep going, slowly kissing my way down his neck to his shoulders.

My fingers tug the edge of the towel and it comes loose, falling to the ground between us. Skylar’s eyes snap open when I start kissing my way down his torso, my hands stroking him the way he taught me to.

“Maybe we should slow down. I don’t want you…Fuck.”

The curse comes out when I press a kiss against the tip of his cock. Flicking out my tongue, I taste the pre-cum glistening there and look up with a smile.

“It’s been a while, so bear with me.”

“Flower. You don’t have to do this.”

My smile widens, “I want to.”

And it’s the truth.

I’ve lost count of the number of times Skylar has gone down on me. He treats me like a queen, worships my body like it’s a religious temple, and never asks for anything in return.

He's so kind and thoughtful and always puts me first.

But today I want to put him first.

“You can stop anytime.” Skylar swallows, staring at me with glazed eyes. I can feel his erection throbbing in my hand and yet he’s still worried about my own comfort.

“I know.”

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