“I do. I know a great deal, and seeing that fear in your eyes, you know I do, and it fucking scares you.”
He wanted to kiss her, to fuck her, to make her take his cock and choke on the length of him. He wanted to drown in everything that was Skye, and forget everything about the world but the two of them. But he could do neither and have neither, not yet.
Letting go of her hair, he slid down to his knees before her.
“Noah, what are you doing?”
He lifted up her skirt. “Hold it.” He growled the order, and with shaking hands, she took it.
Opening her thighs, he kept his gaze on her, even as he tugged her panties from her. The cheap fabric tore beneath his grip, and he slid them into his pocket for safekeeping. She wasn’t getting them back. They would smell like her, and right now, he seemed to be addicted to everything that was Skye. He couldn’t get enough of her and wished to completely drown within her scent.
She was intoxicating to him.
Finally, when he couldn’t stand it anymore, he stared at her pretty cunt, and he was in heaven. A small smattering of curls covered her pussy, and he spread the lips to see her clit. She was so pretty. He’d never seen a more beautiful one in all of his life. Running his thumb across her nub, he heard her moan.
“I can see that you’re aroused, but it’s not enough. It’s never going to be enough, not until your thighs are soaked with cum, your cum.” He moved his thumb down, sliding inside her. “And still so fucking tight. I’m not small. You should remember that. I’ll hurt you if you’re not wet.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.
“Why not? You want it. How long has it been since a man has touched you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Since your divorce?”
She gave a jerk of her head, and he smiled. At least he didn’t have to worry about another boyfriend or lover coming out of the woodwork. He’d have preferred for her to have no one, not even the husband.
He’d never been jealous of anyone in his life, so to have these feelings now, they startled him. He wasn’t about to stop and analyze why he was feeling this way.
He and Skye, they shared memories no teenager should have to ever experience, and not only had they lived through it, they had both come out of the other side stronger.
Pulling his thumb out of her, he stroked her clit and then pushed two fingers within her. With each stroke over her nub, her pussy tightened around him, and still, she wasn’t as wet as he’d have liked.
The door to his office was locked.
Standing up, he made sure she held her skirt and walked her back over toward his desk.
“What are you doing? Noah, I should really go.”
“You leave my office or even drop that skirt, I will ruin Arthur.” He pushed her onto his desk. She sat down.
The glare in her eyes turned him on.
“You know, being an asshole is not attractive,” she said.
He threw his head back and laughed. “For most women, but for you, it works.”
She went to contradict him, but he shoved his thumb and fingers into her mouth, forcing her to suck on them, silencing her.
“Taste yourself.” He pushed his fingers in and out, making her take him deep. She didn’t gag on them, and once they were thoroughly clean, he pulled them out, going to the buttons of her shirt.
She was still holding her skirt. She followed directions well, and he loved to see that. He loved to be obeyed.
Button by button, he opened her shirt, exposing more of her body. She was curvy, with a rounded stomach, and he found her sexy as fuck.
Skye was all woman. She was real to him. Always had been. Too real.
For too long he’d been hiding around a sea of fakeness, and it was time to ignore them and to embrace what he wanted.