Page 108 of Don't Look Down

“I’ve never skydived, and I have no desire to,” Thane shakes his head when he says it.

“Here, here.” I raise my glass of water in toast. “It’s a miracle I drag my ass into a plane as often as I do. Flying sucks. Heights suck.”

“I suck.” Sky bobs his eyebrows at me, then winks. Shit. My fucking cheeks heat up with a blush, and my teammates lose their shit laughing.

Sky is beaming proudly. I’m not shy, but he does something to me.

LeBlanc leans in. “What’s it like?”

Sky props his chin on his fist and leans forward. “Sucking? Wel-” I wrap my arm around him and cover his mouth. He licks my hand, and I jerk it away.

“Dude.” I laugh at his antics.

LeBlanc is trying not to laugh, but his shoulders are shaking. He’s losing the battle. “No. I mean skydiving.”

Sky nods. He sits up, crosses his hands on the table, and closes his eyes. Clearly gathering himself.

Here we go.Angling my body to face him, I lean back in my chair, a soft smile on my face.

The guys watch him, fidgeting and sharing looks while they wait.

He clears his throat. “There’s no greater feeling than embracing the human audacity to leap from a plane.” The Shakespearean accent surprises everyone and laughter rolls around the table. His arms gesticulate. “We are not limited to the skies, but freed by them. To dance upon the air. In the sky. Amidst clouds and daydreams while plummeting in a freefall toward this wondrous planet.” He stands, arms widespread like a bird, gently flapping in a mimicry of flight. “To glide like a bird. Soaring and exploring. Yet still. In freefall. And yet, our equipment is a welcome companion. A canopy, a tool, a sure necessity to slow our fall and guide us gently back into the waiting arms of mother earth.” He sits back down next to me with a flourish.

Tears. I have tears from laughing so hard. My friends are in a similar state.

Sky is such a unique human. My heart thumps in my chest. I’m head over heels for him. Every part of him calls to me.

Afterward, we make our way to the hotel a few blocks over. It’s a short walk and we get there quickly. Nobody is lingering on our floor and it’s ridiculously easy to sneak Sky in. My eyes landon his bag in the center of my bed. “Leigh responsible for that, too?”

“Yup,” he pops the ‘p’. He’s already barefoot. His hands dip to the waistband of his jeans, popping the button and slowly sliding his zipper down. “Special delivery for Landon Spencer. He forgot his most importantpackageat home. But alas, we have rectified that error.” He drops his pants and boxers in one go. Cock springing free, it peeks out from beneath the hem of my jersey. My mouth waters for a taste.

“His package has arrived.” He backs up and leans against the dresser, hand around his cock. Jacking himself in a slow, sensual motion.

My shoes and socks are the first to go. Jacket, shirt, pants, and underwear not far behind. I can’t strip slowly right now. Only efficiently. I need my skin on his.

“You got lube in this bag?” He nods, biting his lip. “Good.”

I retrieve the bottle and pour some directly on the head of my cock. Using my hand, I coat myself in the silky liquid. My chest brushes against the rough material of the jersey.

And when my dick rubs against his, I shiver. He wraps his hand around our shafts, jacking us together in his strong grip. Pleasure ignites a path down my spine and straight into my balls.

Reaching between his legs, I find his bare, puckered hole with two fingers. Pressing and massaging.

“Ungh,” he grunts and moans. I need to taste it, swallow his sounds deep inside of me. My lips press to his, tongue darting out to dip into his mouth. His flavor explodes on my tongue. The salty-sweet taste of margarita, tequila, and an essence that is uniquely Sky. My head spins. Drunk and dizzy on him and the passion rising between us. Our facial hair scrapes, a stinging burn that amps me up.

My fingers breach his ass, swallowed by his warmth. He gasps, hand stroking our cocks faster.

My orgasm is approaching way too fast. Pulling out of his grasp, I lift him onto the dresser. I spread him wide, one leg bent and spread out, the other resting over my shoulder. His dick throbs where it rests on his abs, balls hanging heavy. He reaches down to lift them out of the way.

His hole flexes and pulses. I pump some more lube onto my fingers and work them back inside.

Curling them, I rub his prostate gently with every thrust. Stretching him and scissoring them open, ensuring he’s ready for me. He whines when I remove them, but moans when my cockhead insistently prods his hole, “Gimme your cock.Lo necesito.”

What Sky wants, Sky gets. I slam inside him, and his warmth surrounds my bare cock. We’re waiting for more recent results before I shoot my load inside him, but both of us confirmed we were negative on our last physicals.

My hips pump, sliding in and out of him.

One of his hands is clenched on the dresser, the other helps brace his thigh. I grip the jersey in my fist, lifting it so I can see his abs ripple and tense with each movement. I thread my other hand behind his head to grasp the short hair there. Bringing our mouths together, tongues thrusting in time with our hips.

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