Chapter Eighteen
Skylar
Justice sits back down in the chair, his knuckles turning white as he holds onto the armrests watching me. Something inside of me sparks as I watch him this way.
The way he looks at me makes me shiver. It’s like I’m the only woman he sees, and I love that. Heat pools inside of me but also hesitation. I know what I want and how to do it. The idea of taking it from him is what’s unnerving me.
“Relax.” My eyes snap back to Justice’s before I step toward him. “Be confident, Skylar. You’re in control. You hold the power. Talk to me.” As always, Justice knows how I feel.
Taking a deep breath, I move toward him.
“I want to try something new.” His lips curl into a smile before he shifts in his seat. I know this is strange to him, but I love how he’s reacting to me.
“Tell me what you want to do to me.” My chest heaves with each breath I take.
The pure look of lust in his eyes is slightly masked by the fear of giving up the control to me.
“I want to ride you hard.” As I chew on my lip, his eyes travel my body.
“Where?”
“Everywhere.” When the words leave my mouth, his eyes come quickly back to mine. His smile is bright but full of fear.
“What are you waiting for?” Looking at the way his hands are clenched, my body responds. He really is letting me do this. He’s letting me have this moment, even if it means his sanity.
I climb up on the chair, straddling him before grabbing his cock and bringing it to my entrance. Then I slowly lower myself down his length as a moan escapes my lips. I roll my hips, resting my hands on his shoulders as I ride him the way I want to. At first, it’s slow and seductive, but then I pick up the pace. I raise and drop my body back down his length listening to all the little noises he’s making.
I ride him hard and fast until I feel that warmth building up inside me. That’s when I stop myself and lift my body off his, climbing off and turning to face away from him. Then slowly, I lower myself down on him, aligning his cock with my ass and pushing down. My muscles tighten instinctively as if they are unsure about him being in my back passage.
“Relax and breathe, Sky. You can do this,” he tells me, soothing me. I relax and slide down his length once more with a groan. I see his knuckles getting even whiter as I ride him like this. Then I can’t stand it anymore.
“Touch me. I want you to touch me,” I cry out as pleasure rips through me. His hands move quickly, coming around to play with my nipples before one hand slides between my legs. He finds my clit and slowly circles it as I rock on him. Heat pulses through my veins as I feel myself on the verge of an orgasm. Then I let go. I let myself come riding him like this, and I feel him swell in my ass before he explodes too.
We’re panting and gasping for air as we ride the high we’re on.
“Holy shit, Sky,” he mumbles before pressing his lips to the back of my shoulder. Aftershocks have my body trembling as he wraps his arms around me and slowly plays with my clit. I lay my head on his shoulder as he works me up to another orgasm. I can feel it building inside of me.
“Thought I was in control?” I whisper as I slowly rock my hips into his hand.
“You were until you did that,” he chuckles.
“You’re going to make me come again.”
“That’s the point,” he murmurs as he presses on my clit a little harder. My body jerks and he growls before I feel it climbing up inside of me. Justice bites down on my neck, and that’s all I need to lose control again. I come again, spilling wetness on his lap beneath me.
“Was that hard for you?”
“It was, but for you, I’d do it again,” he tells me. “What did you think?”
“I liked it, but I think I like it better when you’re in control,” I admit to him. He groans and runs his lips along my neck, causing me to shudder around him once more. Slowly he lifts me off his lap, his seed sliding out of me. I’m almost embarrassed, and I think he knows that.
“Don’t overthink it, Skylar. That was hot as fuck,” he tells me. I nod my head and head for the bathroom to clean up. When I come back out, Justice is laying on the bed naked. I take a moment just to pause and take him in, from his chiseled chest, defined abs, and corded muscles in his arms and legs. I know he gets up earlier than I do and works out every morning but damn, the man is a masterpiece.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask when he lifts his head to look at me. Justice smiles, and everything in me wants to run to him.
“You.”
“What about me? Bad things?”