Page 97 of Don't Look Down

“Ungh,fuck, Sky.” The words sound like they’re being wrenched from his chest. Forced against his will.

Sliding back, I pop him out of my mouth and pull the front of my scrub bottoms down. Making sure he sees me pull my cock out of my boxer briefs, I raise a cupped hand under his mouth and tell him, “Spit on it.” His eyes roll, but he complies. Using his saliva, I pump my cock, pulling and stroking. After a beat or two, I meet his eyes again and order, “Fuck my mouth.”

“Christ.”

I suck him back down. Bobbing up and down on him, his hips pump up to meet me. Fucking in and out of my mouth. He’s deep in my throat, so deep I can’t breathe.Yes. Lightheaded and dick drunk, my eyes roll, and I moan around his length.

With my free hand, I tug his balls.

His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling the strands and stroking my scalp in alternating motions. The contrasting sensations take me higher.

Closer to orgasm.

Saliva leaks out of my mouth, soaking him, soaking us.

On my next downstroke, I swallow around him again. His cock becomes impossibly harder, pulsing out a steady stream of precum.

He’s close.

My hand flies up and down my dick. I need to come with him.

His hips stutter and his body stiffens. His grip on my hair tightens to the point of pain. The burn lights me up. Trembles overtake him and he comes in my mouth with a shout as I moan around him. Swallowing down every last drop of the thick fluid as my own orgasm overtakes me, my load shoots all over his kitchen floor. When the aftershocks subside, I look up at him and shrug sheepishly.

“Oops.” My voice is raspy and hoarse after throating him so roughly, but I can’t be bothered to care.

His head tilts to one side, and he purses his lips before shaking his head at me. “Oops?” he says. “Like I give a fuck you got cum on my floor. It’ll wipe up.” He slides to the floor in front of me, cupping my face in his hands. He kisses my swollen lips softly. Reverently. “You’re amazing, you know that?” My hands rise to grasp his. He kisses me again, then rests his forehead on mine. Eyes closing, we kneel together for a moment.

He stands and reaches a hand down to pull me up. “Let’s clean up and go take a shower. Then do you want to take a nap with me or watch a movie?”

Pulling back slightly, I look him over. “Um, definitely both, please.”

He nods. “Anything you want. Do you have to go home before you go back to work?”

A smile blooms on my face, and I bounce up and down on my feet. Ridiculously proud of myself. “Nope,” I pop the ‘p’. “Ibrought a bag just in case. I figured if I didn’t need it today, I would need it one day soon.”

After our shower, we end up eating some of Landon’s overnight oats topped with nuts and berries. It’s not my favorite breakfast, but it was edible. Hearty and filling.

We lay out on his massive couch downstairs. Landon has his back and head resting against the plush arm of the couch. We’re each wearing a pair of his athletic shorts. It was too much effort to grab my bag out of the car. That’s a later Sky problem.

I’m doing my best impression of a blanket. Personally, I think it’s the best seat in the house. My head is on his chest and our legs are tangled together.

The steady thump of his heartbeat is soothing. Oddly enough, I don’t feel like crawling out of my skin like I normally do. Landon calms me like no other.

We decided to watch another movie in our Devon Sawa marathon. This time, it’sIdle Hands.Admittedly, the movie is pretty terrible, but we find ourselves laughing at the ridiculous storyline.

We’re nearing the end of the movie. Molly, played by Jessica Alba, is strapped to a car in her underwear and there's a mad rush to save her. What happens next is pure chaos. None of it is believable by any means, but their obvious stress and anxiety has my heart racing.

Landon and I both crack up at the ending. “God, I forgot how awful that movie is.”

My eyes trace the roundness of his pecs. So tempting. I lean down and nip him. He yelps and I laugh. “Oh my god, right?”

“So, so bad. It was still fun to watch it with you, regardless.”

Nodding, I smile at him angelically. “Watch the game with me?”

His eyebrow raises. “You still want to watch it even though you know the outcome?” he questions.

My eyes roll at him. “Duh.”

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