Overlooked(2)(37)

I speak to her in a clear voice as I tease my tip against her. “Skye. I’m going to put my cock in you. It’s about as big and hard right now as it’s ever been. It’s going to stretch you wide and deep and I’m going to fuck you hard until your pussy walls quiver. But I didn’t bring a condom. So I’m going to blow my load all over your sweet tits.”

Skye grins and nods. I push in. She gasps, and I know my over-excited cock is stretching her further than she’s ever been.

I start to move, pushing in as deep as I can before pulling back. My hips rock as I drive into her over and over, grinding myself against her clit.

A low moan erupts from her throat. She’s close, again.

“Let yourself go, I want to feel what I do to your body.”

Without pause, she screams. So loud it pierces my eardrum, not that I care. Her walls spasm around my dick with such ferocity I can think of nothing else. I do nothing to quiet her yelling. I only feel the bliss of her coming on my dick.

“Fuck,” I yell as I snap my hips away.

Cum shoots from me with such force that it gets all over the pillow, the bedding, some in her hair. Some on the leopard-print scarf around her neck and all over her tits and the bra that’s still clasped around her ribs.

I throw my head back, arching my back as the massive climax rips up my body and threatens to buckle my knees.

“What the fuck! You motherfucking asshole, what the fuck are you doing in my fucking bed?” Kelso screams, rushing toward us.

My body hasn’t recovered yet but I panic he’s going to do something to Skye and jump away to the far side of the bed, taking her with me. My cum is in her hair, streaked down her front. And dangling from Kelso’s scarf. Her arms are fixed to her waist and I work fast to undo my belt.

Kelso stops when he reaches his bed. His eyes travel over the rumpled bed, surveying my cum on his pillow and duvet. When his nostrils start flaring, I judge the distance to the door. Skye is moving around behind me but I don’t take my eyes from Kelso to see what she’s doing.

“I knew you were sizing up this little piece of ass when you were here the other day. How dare you come back here for a taste.”

“And I can’t tell you how fucking sweet that taste was.”

“It was my taste. You had no right to it.”

“Too fucking bad for you.”

“Bullshit. Every time I get something you want, you can’t keep your hands off it.”

Skye can’t help but speak up at that. “I am not an it! And for your information, Lawson and I knew each other before.” She stands straight beside me, her jaw clenched and chest heaving.

Kelso’s eyes rake over her near naked body, his eyes popping when they reach her heavy tits.

“Is that my scarf?” Kelso says, pointing to the scarf. He grits his teeth. “Give me my fucking scarf. Now.”

“Gladly.”

Skye rips it from her neck and holds it out to him. Kelso snatches it from her, makes a face, and drops it. I burst out laughing.

“What’s wrong? Grab something sticky?” I say, smirking.

“Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Come on, Skye,” I say, my voice low and smooth.

She’s grabbing her clothes from the floor, trying to cover herself in the process. I pick up my suit jacket and lay it over her shoulders, shielding her from his beady eyes.





Run

(Skye)



What do I do? Do I leave? I need to stay. I need to finish the painting and get paid. How stupid am I? Why did I let Lawson do that to me in Kelso’s house? Shit!

With Lawson’s jacket covering me, I grab the rest of my clothing and pull my pants on. I’m not sure how to put on my top, since doing so would mean removing the jacket, and I don’t want Kelso leering at me again.

“I’ll get back to my painting now,” I state to the room. Lawson’s head snaps to face mine, his eyes narrowed.

“You’re coming with me.” Lawson does up his suit pants and retrieves his belt from the floor.

“No, I have to paint, I’m almost finished with this one.” Finishing it would mean he owes me five grand.

“What, this smut?” Lawson points to the painting then turns to Kelso. “Nice fucking painting you’re hanging over your bed. Is that the best you can do, dream of it as you lay in bed, alone?”

“Fuck you.”

“Shit, Kelso, I’ve had more action in your bed than you have.”

“Enough of this. Get out, now!” Kelso roars, his fists balled in front of him.

“I can’t go, I’m not finished yet,” I say, with no trace of confidence in my voice.

“You’re not staying,” Lawson snaps.