Chapter Thirteen

*mature content ahead*

The Uber ride back to my apartment was pure torture.

Sky and I had both chosen to sit in the backseat, and while I had no intentions of doing anything with him while in a moving vehicle, it appeared he had different plans for us tonight.

Somewhere in the middle of the ride, he had slyly moved his hand down my body, not stopping until his palm cupped the crotch of my jeans. Not wanting to alert the driver, I tried my best to stay quiet, even though stifling my moans felt like an impossible task.

I managed to retain my silence, despite Sky running his hand over my clothed cock, doing his best to give me a handjob through my jeans. I was thankful that the driver seemed completely distracted, carrying on a conversation via Bluetooth as we sped down the city's streets.

As Sky continued to press his palm against me, I eventually got used to the rhythm, more able to control the moans building up in my throat. I thought that I'd gotten a handle on the whole situation, but that was when his fingers crept toward the zipper of my jeans.

And, as if we weren't in the backseat of a stranger's car, Sky proceeded to slide his hand into my jeans, his hand finding the slit in my boxers. He then gripped my shaft and began to pump it with his fist, moving up and down.

This was way too much. There was no way that I was going to be able to keep my noises down, not when he was touching me like this. I closed my eyes, tight, as I braced for the possibility that I was about to loudly moan in the back of this Uber.

But just as a moan threatened to bubble up through my throat, the car came to a complete stop.

We were back at my apartment.

Sky was the first to get out of the car, sliding out of his seat as if he hadn't just had his hand in my pants. I followed after him, trying my best to discreetly zip my jeans back up before walking toward my front door. It didn't take me long to find my keys, and within seconds, we were inside my place.

And then, Sky's mouth was on mine again. My hands were back in his hair, my fingers twisting into it as I waited for him to touch me all over.

"I want to know what you taste like," he murmured, sliding his hands beneath my shirt, his palms resting against my chest. "Can I taste you?"

I nodded in response, unable to find any words that felt worth saying out loud.

He dropped to his knees. His fingers quickly went to my jeans, pulling them down, right along with my boxers.

"So... how do I...?" He was asking me a question, although I had no idea where he was going with it. "Is it easier if I just... put it all in at once?"

Oh.

Oh.

"Oh my God," I said as I realized what was going on. "You've never done this before, have you?"

"No," he admitted with a shake of his head. "But I want to make you feel good, Raven. Just tell me how to make you feel good."

"Um... maybe we should..." I stalled for time, trying to come up with a solution. "Actually, I think we should just move over to the couch. That way, you'll be able to gauge your gag reflex a lot better."

"Is it going to feel as good for you? On the couch?" he asked. "Is that what you usually like to do with guys?"

"It doesn't matter what I usually do with guys," I replied. "You're not even like those guys. You're... you. And I..."

I just want you.

I thought back to Sky's words the first time we'd slept together. It felt like a beautiful coincidence that I was on the verge of saying the phrase right back to him, almost like it'd been placed in my mouth by the touch of his lips, or maybe in the way he'd so gently held me by the waist, back when we'd been dancing in our own world.

Or maybe it was magic.

I looked down at him. He was staring up at me expectantly.

Right. Because I needed to walk over to the couch. Because it was one of those rare situations where I was the one calling the shots between the sheets.

I broke off our intense eye contact and headed for the couch. Once I was situated against the couch cushion, I motioned for Sky to come over toward me. He did as he was told, shuffling right over to me, getting into position in front of me for a second time.

He pressed his palms into the sides of my thighs, bringing his mouth down onto my waiting cock. I groaned as my shaft made contact with his lips, the warmth of his breath and the feel of his tongue threatening to push me over the edge.

In response to my groan, Sky started to speed up his pace. He went from cautious and slow, to confident and urgent, and I pushed my fingertips into the fabric of the couch, desperate to keep myself under control. I didn't know how long he had been working his mouth against me, but I knew that I didn't want it to be over, at least not yet.

He pulled his mouth away from me, softly drumming his fingers along my skin.

"Just wanted to check and make sure you're still having a good time," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "Are you?"

"Pretty good, yeah," I replied. "What about you? Are you having a good time?"

"Never had a better one," he answered, and his smile grew even wider. "Is it all right if I keep going?"

"Please. Please, keep going," I begged.

He went right back to it, picking up where he'd left off, bringing me so close to the finish line that I didn't know if I'd be able to last another second.

"Sky... I'm going to... I'm..." I warned, my hips slightly lifting off the couch, instinctively pushing further down Sky's throat.

"Mmhmm," he hummed, his lips still wrapped around my shaft.

And that last, little vibration, the one that echoed through Sky's throat, the one that rolled right off his tongue and onto my cock, was enough to push me overboard. I felt myself coming, the force of it causing me to shake against the couch, my fingers slipping from their previous hold.

When I'd finally made it to the other side of my orgasm, I took in gulps of air, my lungs suddenly feeling like they were empty of all breath. I looked down at Sky and watched as he swallowed my come, his Adam's apple slyly moving up and down.

"Fuck. You taste so good." He let out a satisfied sigh. "Do you always taste that good?"

"I wouldn't know," I said. "That's not really something I track."

"I can keep track of it for you," he remarked as he rose to his feet, now standing over my frame on the couch. "Fuck. I'd be happy to."

I didn't know what to say in response, my mind still reeling from his perfect blowjob technique. "Are you sure that was your first time doing that?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." He nodded. "I don't think going down on someone is the kind of thing you ever forget."

"I mean, maybe after a few beers..." I suggested.

"So, it was good then?" he asked, a shaky tone to his voice.

He was nervous. Again.

I couldn't help but beam up at him before I replied, "It was amazing, Sky. Really."

"Okay. Good." He exhaled, like he'd been holding in his breath for a while. "As long as it was good."

"My turn," I murmured, my hands going right for his pants, tugging them down toward the floor. As soon as his pants were down, I was able to see the bulge behind his boxers, his cock obviously raring to go.

But when I playfully licked a stripe right along his clothed cock, he softly pushed me away by my shoulders.

"Oh. You don't want me to...?" I asked, unsure of what was going to happen next. I was genuinely confused by his response, since I thought he'd want me to suck his cock, the same way he'd sucked mine.

"No need." He lightly laughed. "Stay right there. Lie back against the couch. And open your legs."

I followed his instructions to the letter, lying my back against the couch, and spreading my legs open as wide as they would go. I caught sight of Sky, out of the corner of my eye, sliding a condom down his shaft.

"Lube," I said, unprompted. "We'll still need lube."

And like some kind of magician, he produced a small bottle of lube in his hand. "Don't worry. I've got us covered."

"Did you have that in your pants' pocket? Of the tuxedo?" I asked.

"I just thought that I needed to be ready for anyone," he chuckled as he said my previous words back to me. "And yeah. I wanted to make sure that you had a good time tonight, and part of that is making sure you're comfortable when we're..."

"Going at it?"

He frowned. "I don't like that one."

"Sorry. I meant, bumping uglies," I corrected.

"How'd you pick one that's even worse?" He chuckled again before he sat down on the other end of the couch, near the bottom of my feet. He opened the bottle of lube, placed some along his fingertips, and it didn't take him long to press its slickness right against my sensitive hole.

I trembled as I felt him slip a finger inside me. He went on like that for what felt like minutes, sliding that same finger in and out of me, going deeper each time he went back in. He then added another finger, and I moaned at the overwhelming sensation.

"Sky... Sky..." I whimpered. "Please..."

"I will. I promise," he replied before taking his fingers out of me. "I just wanted to make sure that you were ready for me."

"I'm ready," I assured him. "Please."

Sky responded to my words by cautiously pressing his tip against me. He pushed himself inside, going torturously slow, until every inch of him filled me up. After that, he crouched over my frame, and our eyes met as he placed his hands on either side of my head.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hi," I whispered back, mesmerized by the way he was looking at me right now.

Magic.

Our eyes were still locked on each other as he began to move inside me. His thrusts into me felt different from the first time we'd hooked up, not as frantic or frenzied. This time, he seemed to be working in a steady rhythm, pushing into me as if he wanted this to last all night.

It was intense. So much so, I found myself bringing my hands up toward his back, pressing my fingertips into his skin. I just wanted to relieve some of the pleasure, my body seeming like it didn't know what else to do with how good he was making me feel.

Just as I thought he had settled into a familiar pattern, he changed his style, thrusting into me with even more force. My fingertips in his back held onto him even tighter, and I closed my eyes as my skin started to warm, as the moans in my throat came out shameless and loud.

"Sky... Sky..." I called his name as another moan made its way through me.

He moaned, too. "Raven, open your eyes. Look at me."

As soon as he said the words, I opened my eyes, eager to do whatever he wanted me to do. Our eyes stayed on each other as he continued thrusting into me, going faster and faster, my nails digging deeper and deeper.

And then, he was coming. I knew he was done for when his thrusts slowed, and his breathing became ragged and out of pace. When he was fully finished, he pulled out of me, and rolled over onto the other side of the couch.

"That was... that was..."

"Really good, yeah," I suggested, looking over at him. "Shit. You should probably go check on your back."

"My back? Why?"

"Because I think I may have drawn blood." I grimaced. "Sorry."

"It's okay. Hopefully, you left a scar, too." He smiled. "That way, I can always remember how good things were tonight."

"Yeah, good sex should come with a souvenir of some kind," I agreed.

"Not just the sex. Everything about tonight. I want to remember it. I want to remember you."

"I want to remember you, too."

He smiled again as he draped an arm around my waist.

And I could've sworn that I felt something shift in the air around us, something that was causing my heart to race, something that was stirring up butterflies in my stomach.

And I could've sworn that Sky was feeling it, too.