Page 58 of Hell House
I sit back on my stool and face her. “Everyone has secrets, Skye.”
“Not me.”
I arch my eyebrow ring. “None?”
“None.” She clips. I push off of my stool and walk over to her.
“So, you’ll tell me anything I want to know?”
She squares her shoulders and sets her jaw, pointing those baby blues straight at me. I sit next to her, only to see she pulls her robe closed. Interesting. I run my thumb over my bottom lip, thinking she has to be naked under there for that kind of reaction.
“Maybe.” She answers.
“Well, that’s not fair. You said you don’t have secrets.”
Her dainty little nostril flare and it’s the cutest fucking thing. I can’t help it- I love riling her up.
“Fine, what do you want to know?”
I give her a devilish smile. “How often have you thought about my cock since you saw it?”
She flushes tomato red, her breaths coming in labored. She licks her lips, avoiding my gaze.
“How many?”
“That’s right, Skye.”
She gulps, “N-none.”
“I’d believe you more if you didn’t just stutter.”
“None!” She says with more conviction.
“Are you sure?”
“Y-yes.”
“Sounds like you’re not sure.” I tug at her robe belt and her eyes go wide. I see the tell-tale signs of desire flash across her features. I snatch her hand and hover it over my raging cock. “Are you sure, you’ve not thought about it once?”
“I think about it every night before I go to sleep.” She confesses.
The warmth of her hand so close beats down on me and I ache for her to close the distance, but I won’t force her. Most everyone else throws themselves at me, but not her.
“Aren’t you tired of being a good girl, Skye?” My cock twitches upwards begging to be played with.
“Yes.” She breathes out, her hand wrapping around my length as she presses her mouth against mine.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Skye
I’m beating myself up for not doing this sooner. I find myself straddling Lukas’ lap on my bed as we kiss, and I have no idea how I got here. I must have done it without thinking, I just needed to be closer to him. He’s rough, exploring my body with furious intent. He rips the belt of my robe off, exposing my nakedness to him. My breasts feel heavy, aching for his attention.
“I fucking knew it.” He says with a smirk as he lays back looking at me with appreciation through a lust heavy gaze.
“Knew what?” I say, grinding my hips into him. I can’t seem to stop myself, from relieving me of this building pressure that’s been with me since I met him.
“Knew you’d be naked under here.”He sits up on his elbows, taking a nipple into his mouth. He releases it with a loud pop. “Knew you’d be this perfect.” I blush, looking down at my cellulite speckled stomach. I was no size two. He kisses my stomach right where I’m most insecure like he knows I need reassurance that he finds me attractive.
