Page 140 of Firestorm
“What if he…doesn’t want me?” she whispered.
“He will,” I replied, wiping at a few tears that spilled onto her cheeks. “He will want you, Skye. Key or not, I wanted you. Whatever happens, it’ll all work out.”
“You really believe that?” she asked.
I nodded, my hands trembling slightly. “I went through hell before I met you, but I’d do it all over again as long as it meant I could meet you again. I wouldn’t change anything.”
Skye’s lip trembled again as she leaned down, giving me a deep kiss that had every nerve in my body lighting up. It took no effort at all to be hard as fuck for Skye. She’d walk in a room and my dick would be ready to go.
Her hand moved down my chest and she ran her fingers across my aching cock through my jeans. I groaned into the kiss, settling my hands over her ass and grinding her down onto me.
“Is this wrong?” she whispered. “I was just sad and now–”
“Baby, you don’t have to justify my dick making you feel better.” I laughed, then grinded up against her again.
“I want to sit here,” she said, grinding here hips down against mine. We both groaned softly.
“Fuck, please do.” I replied breathlessly. Skye bit her lip, leaning back and pulling off her shirt. My hands smoothed up her stomach before moving around her back to unclasp her bra. She climbed off of me before I could touch her breasts and I petulantly thumped my head back onto the carpet.
“Don’t be a baby, Aiden.” Skye tsked me and I grinned.
“Or what?” I asked, my dick jumping with excitement.
“Angel,” Skye purred and my spine went rigid. “Don’t make me punish you.”
I liked the sound of that…but also…didn’t…
I gulped and Skye grinned as she stepped out of her leggings.
“What does that even mean?” I whispered.
“I’m not sure,” Skye said, furrowing her brow slightly. “Maybe more tickling.”
“Oh, God. Please don’t, my dick is going to deflate.” I laughed.
Skye laughed. “It better not! Why are you still dressed?”
“No idea,” I muttered as I sat up, ripping off my shirt and them shimmying out of my jeans.
Skye climbed onto my lap while I was still sitting, and I almost groaned at the rug-burn I knew I was about to have on my ass, but her mouth on mine had my thoughts disappearing.
I moved to flip us, or put us onto the bed, orsomething, but Skye stopped me.
“I want to fuck you right here,” she said.
I groaned. “I can hardly move,” I protested and her answering grin told me that was the point.
“Be a good boy, angel.” Skye said as she fisted my cock behind her, stroking up and down with her hand and rubbing it across her ass at the same time.
“I’m good,” I insisted, my whole body trembling with anticipation. “Fuck, I’ll be good. Please.”
Skye rose up slightly before sinking down onto me, and I gasped at the sudden tightness of her. Skye moaned against my neck, barely grinding herself back and forth on me and driving me fucking insane.
“Please,” I was definitely begging, but I was beyond caring. I needed her so bad sometimes I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“Not yet,” Skye said, shooting me a look that promised trouble if I didn’t listen.
I practically whined as she continued grinding against me, refusing to lift herself even an inch to ride me.
