Page 109 of Don't Look Down

The dresser rhythmically thumps the wall, and I can’t find a single fuck to give. Fucking Sky is all that matters. Being with him. Loving him with my body. With my soul, if I’m honest. My heart swells in my chest, ready to burst with the realization.

This man is everything to me. And I need to see my name on his back. Proclaiming him as mine. Only mine.

I pull out and help him down. Grasping his hips, I turn him away from me, putting him right where I want him. I spread hisass cheeks and find his hole again. He’s open and ready for me. I thrust inside, easily slamming home.

My hands grab his shoulders for leverage. The giant number eighteen on his back is forefront in my vision. With one hand, I shift the material around, making sure Spencer is fully visible.

“Fuck yes, baby.” My hips pump faster, the dresser thumping the wall continuously. “You’re fucking mine, Sky.”

“Yes,ungh,soy tuyo.” He’s panting, moaning, and grunting with each pump of my dick in his ass.

It takes every single ounce of self-control I have to hold back my orgasm when Sky comes. His hole clenches my cock, shivering and shaking with the force of his release. His moans push me over the edge. Pulling out, I hold his jersey in one fist, and jack my slick cock in the other. My cockhead is red, angry, and ready to explode, brushing his ass cheek with every pump.

His hole is open. Red and puffy. Slick and irresistible. Carefully, I use my thumb to rub it, jersey still clenched in the fingers of that same hand. He moans again and I come. Exploding, shooting my load in hot ropes along his cheeks.

I groan, “Oh, fuck,yes. You’re so fucking hot, baby. Look at that ass covered in my cum.” My hand drags my cock along his ass cheek. Shivers and aftershocks wrack our bodies as I wrap myself around him.

“Mmm, I love Toaster Strudels, but I’d rather be a Twinkie.”

My laugh bursts out of me. “Jesus, Sky.”

There’s a thump against the wall in front of us and I can hear someone clapping. “Bravo, guys, good show.” The voice is muffled, but Leigh is easily recognizable.

He’ll never let us live this down, but I still can’t find one single fuck to give. Sky is all that matters.

39

Skylar

The next morning, we’re up early. Luc’s smirk won’t leave his face, but there’s something more there.

It doesn’t bother me at all. He’d be lucky to have a sex life as great as ours.

We’re in the elevator, on our way down to the restaurant. His eyes are bouncing back and forth between me and Landon. He has a considering look in his eye. He’s got something on his mind. “It’s a bit weird, guys. I now know what both of you sound like when you come. You’re very vocal.”

Landon’s cheeks pinken. He says he’s not shy, but he blushes quite often. It never fails to warm my chest and make me smile. I love putting that look on his face.

Luc shifts from foot to foot.

Landon sighs and leans back against the elevator wall. “Spit it out, Leigh. Jeez. You’re making me antsy.”

Luc’s lips press together, and he looks down for a beat. He nods, then raises his eyes to look at us. “Does anal sex really feel that good? It sure sounded like it.”

My first instinct is to laugh, because he can’t be serious, but his face tells me he’s very serious.

“Yes, for me, it really does. Not all men find it pleasurable, but I love it.”

The look on Landon’s face is hard to describe. He looks mostly caught off guard. His green eyes land on me, then shift back to Luc.

He sighs very heavily, but answers the question seriously. “Yeah, man. Prostate stimulation is on another level. And if you’re with a partner who’s down to try it, prostate play when you’re getting sucked off or ridden is amazing.”

I nod. “Mind-blowing. Toe-curling. Best orgasms of my life.”

His eyes widen and he nods slowly. Then he changes the subject as abruptly as he brought it up.

I grab breakfast with the guys, then we all head to the airport. I’m on a separate flight, but I’ll be meeting them in Missouri soon.

They take the ice against St. Louis the next day. Right away, I notice there’s a shift in the guys. They’re definitely on tonight. Whatever threw them off their game, quite literally, the other day, seems to be gone.

---