Page 60 of Don't Look Down

Skylar

Don’t ask me what’s happening between me and Landon. I have no clue what’s going on. All I know is I like it and I shouldn’t. There was a deeply flirtatious and sexual undertone during our FaceTime call that’s impossible to ignore. It’s only growing.

His eyes traced my skin in a palpable caress. My own wandered as much as possible, considering the limited view I had. He’s so damn sexy, I was basically eating him with my eyes.

It needs to stop. I can’t keep doing this.

We’re just friends and he’s in a pseudo-relationship with Savannah. And I’m not looking to date anyone right now. I’m off the market.

Is that why this is happening right now? Since I’m not looking, I stumble across the perfect man. I’ve heard stories of others finding their person when they weren’t looking. Is that what this is?

Hefeelslike my person. He can’t be. It’s not meant to be. I’m reading more into this than I should.

I’m slipping and sliding on thin ice. Any moment I’ll fall through.

Maintaining an appropriate distance when everything inside of me is drawn to him is impossible. It goes against everything I am. I have tunnel vision when I feel a connection. And I’ve never felt one of this magnitude. It’s hard to stay away.

Landon is kind and funny. He doesn’t take things too seriously and laughs at my jokes. He accepts me for the giant thrill-seeking dork I am. He’s a good son who loves his mom more than anything. He’s got one of the biggest hearts I’ve ever experienced.

And the cherry on the top? He’s a walking wet dream. That body is built for sin. Honed to chiseled perfection through countless hours of conditioning. He’s been in numerous underwear ads. I may or may not have them saved for easy viewing. In the least creepy way possible. I’ve studied every inch of that man that’s been published.

That ass is firm and biteable. When I say biteable, I mean I want to shove his knees to his chest, spread his cheeks wide and eat that ass until he shoots his load all over himself. His abs and those fuck-hot cum gutters. The way I want to eat his load off those cum gutters. Ungh, I’m fucking feral for it. I’d spontaneously combust on the spot.

And he’s flirting right back. Just as much as I’m flirting with him, if not more.

How am I supposed to resist the irresistible?

Be strong, Sky. Just friends, right?

It would be easier to believe if we hadn’t talked for hours the last two nights. On FaceTime. Shirtless and in bed. Totally platonic. Nothing intimate there. Nothing at all.

I’m fooling myself. I know it, but playing oblivious is the only thing getting me through. Just like he pretends I’m not eating him alive with my eyes.

It would also be more believable if we weren’t planning to do it all over again in a few hours after this game against New Jersey.

It’s probably a good idea to get myself off beforehand. Take the edge off my libido before I stare at him some more.

It’s two to one Bull Sharks and the second period is winding down. Landon is on the ice. He’s magnificent, flying across the rink. That shouldn’t be as sexy as it is. I’m turned on watching this man rough up the opposition.

This is not a normal reaction to watching hockey. I feel like I should be ashamed of my reaction, or embarrassed, at the very least. But I’m really not. My body is purely reacting to Landon. Manhandling his opponent against the boards.

I’d love to be manhandled by him. I’m weak, powerless to deny the fantasy. He’d shove me hard against the wall, while licking and sucking his way from my ear to my neck and shoulder. One arm firm between my shoulder blades, the other gripping my neck. Not quite choking me, but giving me enough of a headrush that I’m close to exploding. I don’t trust guys easily enough to allow them to choke me. But I’d trust Landon.

And it would be so fucking satisfying.

Goosebumps would pebble my skin and my nipples would be hard, sensitive peaks. Begging to be pinched and sucked. He’d slide his hand down my back and spread my cheeks, roughly prepping me with hastily lubed fingers. Opening me up wide for his cock.

He’d be thrilled to learn I don’t need much prep. My body is ready for him. My cock jumps, a bead of precum dampening my boxer briefs. Reaching down, I give it a squeeze that causes me to shiver with the need for release.

Fuck, I need to come so bad.

The buzzer sounds, signaling the end of the period. It jars me into action.

Time is ticking. Hopping off the couch, I rush upstairs to my room. T-shirt, athletic shorts, and underwear are hastily tossed aside. I reach into my nightstand drawer and grab a fully charged Bobby and my bottle of lube. After ensuring Bobby is on, set to low vibration and thrust, it’s time to get down to business.

Fuck, yes, I need this.I suck my fingers into my mouth, soaking them with saliva. When they’re nice and wet, I trail them softly down my body. A nice contrast to the rough pinch I give each nipple.

My fingers circle my navel, lower still until I gently rub my slit, collecting the precum pooled there. I spread my legs wide, ready for the sensation, my hole hungry for penetration.

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