My Skylar (18 page)

head in between them. I knew she loved how I kissed her mouth, so I mimicked those moves on

her soft mound: opening, closing, licking and sucking on her with reckless abandon.

With every sound that escaped from her, my dick throbbed, ready to come the first instance I

allowed it.

In between breaths, she said, “Your mouth…it feels…so…good.”

“I’ve never done this before. This is only for you.”

When I began flicking my tongue over her clit, she writhed under me. Getting to taste her and

knowing it was also driving her mad was the single most arousing experience of my life. I

continued pressing down on her swollen bud with my tongue.

I wanted to see her face, so I stopped for a second. She was squeezing her breasts together, her

eyes closed. So. Fucking. Hot.

I slipped two of my fingers inside of her tight opening and watched in amazement as she

started to fuck my hand. She may have been a virgin, but she knew how to move her body to get

exactly what she wanted. I was painfully hard, tempted to replace my fingers with my cock, now

oozing with precum.

I pulled my fingers out of her. When my mouth returned to her entrance, she moaned like she

had been starving for its return, digging her nails into the back of my head. Suddenly, she started to quake beneath me. She was coming, and I consumed every bit of her pulsating orgasm,

devouring her like my life depended on every last drop of her essence. For the first time, my own

sounds of pleasure were louder than hers, and I kept going at it long after she came.

Finally, I rested my head on her stomach until she pulled me upwards to kiss her. The fact that

she could taste herself on my tongue made me crazy.

She wrapped her arms around me. “That was incredible.”

“I’m so screwed. I want to do that to you every day now, and I’m fucking leaving.”

She put her hand over my mouth. “Let’s just forget about that tonight.”

I kissed her forehead. “Okay, baby.”

“Say that again. Call me baby.”

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.” Her mouth spread into a wide grin. “Especially, when you call me baby.”

I tickled her side. “You’ve always been my baby even when I didn’t have the balls to say it.”

“Mitch?”

I kissed down her neck. “Yeah?”

“I want to make you come, too, make you feel the way you just made me.”

Hell. Yes.

“Even just pleasuring you alone made my body feel things it never has before. That being said,

I can’t wait to—”

There was a banging knock at the door then Davey’s voice. “I’m really sorry, but I have to take

a shit.”

Fuck.

“One second!” I yelled.

We scurried to grab Skylar’s clothes. While she got dressed, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her: the

way her breasts bounced when she pulled her shirt over her head, the little blue thong she slid up

her thighs. I licked my lips, savoring the taste of her as I watched.

I grabbed a few blankets, a pillow and a lantern then unlocked the door.

Davey practically trampled us. “Thanks for taking your sweet time. I just sharted.”

Back outside, we snuck past everyone still sitting around the bonfire.

“Which one is ours?” she asked.

“That one. Come on.”

We crawled inside the tent, and she immediately straddled me, looking like an angel glowing

in the lantern light. The horny beast inside wanted to bury himself inside of her right then and

there despite our friends being just feet away.

But she deserved better.

“Skylar, listen to me.”

She gently bit at my neck. “Mmmhmm.”

“I want you more right now than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

“I can feel that.”

“But…I…just can’t take your virginity in a cramped tent to the sounds of a bunch of drunk

people doing karaoke. You mean too much to me.”

“I don’t care where we are as long as my first time is with you.”

I kissed her hard before pulling back. “I really didn’t think you were gonna let me get this far,

so I didn’t bring any protection, partly to guarantee I’d keep it in my pants. I was wrong in

thinking I could control myself.”

“What about Davey? Does he have anything?”

“He told me Zena’s on the pill.”

“So is Angie. Shit.”

“Yeah.”

She looked truly sad. “In the RV, I had made up my mind that I wanted it to be tonight. Now, I

feel like I need you inside of me.”

This was killing me.

I pressed my hardness up against her. “I want that too, more than my next breath. You have

no idea.” I licked a line from the base of her neck to her lips. “But there are other things we can do.”

She kissed me. “Like what?”

I whispered over her lips, “Everything but.”

Her hand slid down to my crotch. “I want to see you.”

I kneeled up onto my knees, unzipped my shorts and slowly pulled them down. Her eyes

landed on the erection straining through my boxer briefs.

“Take off your skirt.”

She did as I asked and took her shirt off too. My dick twitched at the sight of her in nothing

but that baby blue thong.

“Fuck, Skylar. You want to see how much I want you?”

She licked her lips. “Yes.”

I lowered my boxers and my engorged cock sprung forward.

She stared down silently with a look of awe then finally said, “Wow. You’re…big, bigger than I

ever imagined.”

“I’m
harder
than I ever imagined. And that’s just from looking at you. I can’t fathom what it would be like inside you.”

“Can I touch you?”

That question alone made moisture bead at my tip.

I sounded tortured. “I’m dying for you to touch me.”

She wrapped her delicate hand around my shaft and began to stroke it gently. “Does that feel

good?”

I bent my head back. “Hell, yes.”

“Tell me how you like it.”

“Lick your hand then stroke me harder.”

I felt like I was directing the movie version of my wildest fantasy.

She slowly licked across her palm before placing it back on me, twisting and pulling. I closed

my eyes, imagining that it was her pussy and nearly came. She circled her thumb over the wetness

at my tip, spreading it around as a lubricant.

As if she could read my mind, she said, “I want to see you come.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, baby. Just keep doing that. Don’t stop.”

She stroked me harder and within seconds, hot cum spurted out all over her hand. She

continued milking me with a look of wonder on her face until there was nothing left.

After we cleaned ourselves off, I put my underwear back on, and she stayed shirtless in her

thong. I was still perpetually hard.

We lay down together for a while with no concept of time. Since the sound of crickets replaced

the chaos outside, I assumed it was after midnight.

My head rested on her chest. She played with my hair and said, “As much as I was trying to

keep it from happening, it feels amazing being with you like this.”

“In some ways, the stuff we’ve done tonight has been hotter and more intimate than sex for

me, you know, coming up with unique ways to please each other.”

“I’ll never forget this night as long as I live.”

“Your first time is gonna be even more unforgettable. I’m already planning it in my head. We’ll

go somewhere overnight, somewhere really nice with candles, roses, the whole nine, and I’m

gonna make love to you all night long.”

“I wish we didn’t have to wait. I want you now, but I know we can’t.”

The thought had crossed my mind to chance it without protection. That’s how badly the urge

to take her was. In the end, I just couldn’t risk it. Still, the need to feel her somehow wouldn’t go away. I had an idea.

“Turn over.”

When she turned around, I gently rubbed my hand along her backside. “I’m gonna take off

your thong, okay?”

“Yes,” she said.

I pulled it down slowly and slipped it off her feet. Then, without my asking, she got on all

fours, displaying her perfectly smooth, tight ass. My dick swelled to full capacity in a matter of

seconds.

If that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen…

The reflection from the lantern formed a shadow of her lithe silhouette along the side of the

tent, an image I’d never forget.

I pulled my underwear down and rubbed my cock along the top of her ass. Her body

immediately tensed. I bent down and whispered, “Don’t worry…I’m not goin’
there.
Relax, baby.”

Her back shook in laughter. She turned around and smiled. “I’d let you do anything you

wanted, you know.”

Fuck. Me.

“I just want us to feel each other skin to skin. Like this.” She moaned as I slid my slick shaft

back and forth across the slit of her ass, gripping her cheeks around my length. My legs trembled

from the intensity of the sensation. Every single thing we tried tonight topped the last.

She panted. “That feels so good.”

It felt like I was in a trance when I muttered under my breath, “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

When she started to touch herself, it nearly put me over the edge. We stayed like that for

minutes, and when she abruptly screamed out in pleasure, I lost it, my hot release erupting all

over her back.

After I cleaned her off, I lay down next to her, breathing in her scent mixed with the vague

smell of the red spruce tree just outside. “I can’t get enough of you. It’s almost morning. We

haven’t slept a wink.”

“I can sleep when you’re in Boston, Mitch.”

I cradled her naked body, feeling possessive and needy at the mention of my impending

departure. “Promise me that you’ll always belong to me, Skylar. Promise me I’ll be your first and

your last. I need to go away knowing that.”

She turned around, looking suddenly devastated at the realization that I was actually leaving.

“I promise.”

Those words would haunt me later.

I would have done so many things differently if I knew that the night in the tent would be all

I’d have to cling to. Not making love to Skylar when I had the chance would become my biggest

regret. Well…my second biggest regret.

CHAPTER 15

SKYLAR

“Turn around, you dirty bird.” Seamus whistled at me as I changed out of my clothes. He lived

with me now that Mitch was away at school.

Things just weren’t the same here. Not even my time in Brooklyn had been as difficult as

saying goodbye to Mitch. I remembered him always telling me how he’d look across the street at

my bedroom window when I was gone. I found myself doing the same thing almost every night

now, looking up at the dark second floor of his house, wondering how I was going to make it

through the next four years.

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make me feel comfortable in his new surroundings, I was anything but.

He lived in one of the co-ed high-rise dormitory buildings along Commonwealth Avenue, right

in front of the Green Line trolley tracks. It was a far cry from the quaint college campus I

imagined. Boston University was more like a bustling city that happened to have a college in the

midst of it.

After he picked me up from the train station, we went straight to his dorm. When we exited the

elevator, a scantily clad girl who looked like a supermodel traipsed down the hall. “Mitch, tell Rob I stole his blender this morning while he was out,” she said in a European accent.

Hearing her reference him by name made my eardrums throb. This was not a good start. “Who

was that?”

“That’s Heidi. She lives down the hall.”

“People just go into each other’s rooms and take things?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, pretty much.”

Then, another girl appeared. “Hey, Mitch,” she said in a long Southern drawl, her blonde hair

bouncing as she walked by.

“Hey, Savannah.”

I swallowed. “Who’s she?”

“That’s Savannah. She’s the RA.”

“What’s that stand for, ‘really annoying?’” I snorted and suddenly felt really stupid.

Wow. Jealousy does not suit me.

He mussed my hair. “No, my little wiseass. It stands for resident assistant. That means she’s in

charge of the floor and takes care of things in exchange for free room and board.”

She looked like she’d happily take care of you, too.

“I see.”

All I knew was, she practically lived with my boyfriend, and therefore, I hated her along with

every other tramp in this place.

Once inside his room, I couldn’t get over how tiny it was, more like a walk-in closet with two

twin beds. A guy with a curly mop of black hair lay on one of them.

“Skylar, this is my roommate, Rob. Rob, this is my girlfriend, Skylar.”

Rob took off his headphones, nodded and shook my hand then resumed listening to his music.

I whispered, “He’s a talker, that one.”

“Yeah. That’s about the extent of what you’ll get outta him.”

A collage of pictures, mostly of Mitch and me, hung on the wall above his desk. He slid the

curtain, displaying a view of the flashing Citgo sign, a Boston landmark. As I looked out toward

the busy street below, I didn’t like the uncertainty shown on the reflection of my face in the glass.

He hugged me from behind and kissed my ear. “I love
you
, Skylar.” He turned me around to

face his burning stare. “You know what I’m getting at, right?”

Embarrassed that I had been so obvious in my jealousy, I said, “I love you, too. This is just

going to be an adjustment.”