Heated Rivalry, page 13
Shit. To think there were still assholes out there like that. I stared into Devon’s eyes and saw the fear there. Whoever this guy was had shaken him. Good. If Devon experienced a fraction of the fear, I felt then it was good he went through that. Yet, something akin to guilt welled in my chest.
“Okay. I’ll go slow. Don’t worry,” I said, trying to appease him. I kissed a wet trail down his neck, nuzzling against his bristling skin. His facial hair scraped against my cheek and the burn was so delicious it made my toes curl. Fuck, I need to be inside him. I peeled off Devon’s shirt, taking in his rippling abs and muscular chest covered in black hair. Licking down his neck, I took his brown nipple into my mouth, nibbling on it gently, causing Devon to moan. He arched his hips, and I slid his pants off. Devon’s cock was half hard, the head slightly veiny. Kicking off my jeans and underwear, I sighed when my cock was finally free from the confines of my jeans. I reached into my night table and tossed a condom and lube on the bed.
“Skylar…” Devon’s voice broke, he cupped my face, and his gaze lidded. “I’m glad it’s you.”
My heart cracked open then and goosebumps erupted all over my arm. I had no idea what the hell that meant, but something strange was happening to me at that moment. Devon’s palm burned into my flesh, his eyes seared my retina, and I knew after this I wouldn’t be able to stop.
His body called to me. Fuck. I claimed his lips with such force he grunted, falling back into the mattress. I rutted against him, biting his plump lower lip while I hooked his leg over my thigh. Devon’s body was corded with thick muscle, but I felt too desperate. I need to be inside him. Breaking the kiss, I leaned back on my thighs and slowly turned Devon onto his stomach.
This position was much easier, especially since it had been a while for him.
“Skylar…” Devon moaned, spreading his legs for me. From this angle, he looked delicious. Light dark hair covered his taut thighs, disappearing into his firm ass. I smacked his ass once and Devon jolted, sending a nasty glare over his shoulder. “Bastard.”
I laughed and then laid over him. Devon’s heart beat frantically in this position, I brush my lips across his neck, lavishing his skin with hot kisses. With my free hand, I opened the bottle of lube with a loud click, spreading some on my fingers before they found their way to his apex. Devon shivered beneath me, I cupped his head, turning it so that my mouth could find him again. My fingers worked his tight hole open, scissoring against the puckered muscle before I sunk them in.
“Skylar—” Devon cried out, my fingers moved hard and fast, finding that bundle of nerves that made Devon bite onto the pillow to stifle his cries. Kissing down his body, I dragged my teeth along his meaty shoulder blade, wanting desperately to sink my fangs in just to see the blood well up to the surface. Fuck, he was still wound tight.
“Relax. I’m here. Relax.”
Devon shivered in my arms, his biceps curled and then uncurled as his body went boneless beneath me. There was something about how uptight Devon was that unnerved me. What did he have going on in his life that made him so tense? I focused on getting his body loose, massaging his muscles, whispering sweet words into his ear to get him to quiet his mind. Devon melted in my hands, and his body was soon lax.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I whispered in his ear, pulling my fingers free and rolling the condom on my dick. I would not last long. Lining my shaft up to his entrance, I turned Devon’s face so that his lips were hovering close to mine. I slipped my tongue inside his mouth, tearing a desperate moan from him. Devon arched his hips, silently begging for my cock to split him open.
“Yes, fuck me. Please.”
“A power bottom?” I groaned. Fuck, this can’t get any better. I drew my tongue around his skin, my teeth scraping against his shoulder, feeling his body spasm and shiver with desire. Devon was so damn responsive. I loved it. Lightning forked across my vision when the rim of his ass caught my cock, and I groaned trying not to cum then and there. I gripped the base, guiding it into his tight entrance.
Devon froze, his body coiled like a spring. “Relax, baby. I’ll make it good for you.”
“I’m sure that’s what you tell all the guys,” Devon gritted out, and I laughed because he wasn’t wrong. I did.
“This time, I mean it though,” I murmured, taking his earlobe into my mouth. I ran my hands down his back and shoulders, trying to get him to loosen up. “Besides, most people aren’t normally this tense when it comes to sex.”
“It’s just—it’s been a long time,” Devon breathed out.
How long? I wanted to ask, but just focused on catering to his needs. I didn’t want to stop, but if Devon remained this tense, it would be hard to get inside him without hurting him and we both didn’t want that.
“Thanks for sharing this with me,” I said, arching to meet his tongue, lapping at the seams of his mouth. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Even during practice, I had to stop myself from jumping you.” Devon laughed, but it bit off into a moan as I inched my cock inside his hole. “And that filthy mouth of yours, it made me want to fuck you into submission.”
Devon grunted when I pushed in another inch and sparks flew across my vision. Liquid warmth curled low and hot in my belly, and I knew I’d be done for if I didn’t move. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you,” Devon confessed, his voice tight.
Then I sank home.
Pleasure licked down my spine, curling my toes. “Fuck—” I cursed, I pulled out and then moved back in with one fluid stroke. Devon cried out, and I thrust up to the hilt. Damn, he was so fucking tight. His ass felt like a fist around my cock. I grunted, snapping my hips. It was like a crack of thunder. I fucked Devon Black into the mattress. Devon was a mess of mewling moans and cries beneath me, but I was way too far gone. Slamming so hard against him, the bed protested, the legs screeching against the hardwood floors. The bed frame slammed against the wall.
I yanked his hips higher, plunging my cock in deeper, forcing Devon onto his knees. Fuck, it was so hot. The muscles in Devon’s back flexed. My cocked jerked as I stared down at his powerful body bent in submission for me. It was everything.
“Fuck—” My breath caught. A thistle lodged in my throat.
Unbridled fury ripped through me, and I attacked, driving into him so hard that his knees lifted off the comforter. Fuck I wanted to destroy it. Smash him into pieces. Everything turned into a blistering white haze with Devon screaming my name. His body jerked and spasmed from each assault until he was cumming hard, soaking his stomach and the sheets. I growled, a deep rumble erupted from my chest, and I leaned over bit, and sank my teeth into his shoulder.
“Fuck—Skylar—” Devon cried out, but I pounded into him, mixing the pain with pleasure. Devon slumped on the bed; his breathing ragged until I came.
Flung over the edge, my snapping hips stuttered.
Stardust burst before my vision, and I whimpered as wave after wave of bliss washed over me. My cock twitched and trembled, shaking from the fury of my orgasm. All the air was punched from my lungs as I fell on top of him, groaning loudly. “Shit.” That was so hot.
Hotter than I expected. I tugged on my cock, pulled it free, and then tore off the condom. Cum drizzled from the leaking head, and I rolled onto my side, my chest heaving with each breath. Devon stared at me, his cheek pressed to the mattress, his hair plastered against his face. Closing my eyes, I willed the world to stop spinning. A low buzzing in my ears made it impossible to speak, all I could do was sink further into the delirium and the warmth of ecstasy.
A calloused hand cupped my cheeks, cool fingers thumbing the skin there. I peeled open my eyes to see Devon hovering over me, looking down with glossy ebony eyes, and then he claimed my lips in a bruising kiss. It was like floating through thick golden syrup. I felt lost in the heavy peaceful feeling, spreading through my limbs. Devon pulled back too soon, snatching the warmth with him.
“Look, that was amazing…” he whispered, but there was a sadness there I didn’t understand. Couldn’t cipher. “But… this can’t be a serious thing. I’m being drafted soon and—”
My mouth curled, and I laughed even though I felt empty. “That’s okay. You know me, I don’t do serious, anyway.”
“Good,” Devon replied and there was relief in his eyes.
My jaw tightened, but I kissed him again, allowing that warmth to once again ignite my soul. Devon yanked me under once more, and I lost myself in that heavenly state that I knew I could only find in his arms.
13
Offside Secrets
Skylar Mitchell
Life is often like a song , my mother used to say while she taught me during a piano lesson, and it was a phrase I almost always held onto. Until it slipped between my fingertips like water flowing through a stream, it faded away along with my dreams and her voice. Her scent. Her touch. Everything about her was gone in an instant, leaving me alone, clinging to the abyss. Suddenly, Devon came barreling towards me and I was hit again, crushed beneath the weight of his form and flying skates.
I jolted awake, gasping for breath as the remnants of the nightmare clung to my senses. Choking on bile, I fumbled for the light, seeking refuge from the lingering horrors that clung to the edges of my consciousness. Devon was fast asleep beside me, his light snores filling the air. I clutched my chest, swallowing around the knot in my throat. It’s always the same. The game replayed in my mind over and over again, that last slapshot that sent us both spiraling. I taught Devon different slapshot moves just so that wouldn’t happen to anyone else ever again. Reaching down, I touched my knee and winced when I felt a stab of pain.
“Skylar…?” Devon croaked, his eyes blinking open.
“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.” Shame crawled over my skin. Devon wasn’t supposed to see me like this. He wasn’t supposed to know. I scrubbed a hand over my face and reached for my medication that I kept near the beside. I got up and went to the kitchen to chase the pills down with a glass of water before returning to bed. Devon was fully awake, sitting up bare-chested.
“Another attack?”
I grunted and climbed back onto the bed.
“I’ve read that music can help ground you.” Devon placed his phone on the nightstand, and a soft symphony of soothing melodies filled the air. The gentle piano notes and subtle strings wrapped around me like a comforting embrace, guiding me into a realm of relaxation as the music played, casting away the day’s tensions. Devon’s hands worked into my shoulder blades, and I moaned falling deeper into his touch.
“Fuck that feels good,” I murmured, then turned towards him. “Keep doing that and I might be forced to fuck you again.”
Devon chuckled and didn’t stop. “Maybe I want you too.”
My breath hitched and laughter rumbled in my chest. “You aren’t sore from yesterday?”
“A little, but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” Devon whispered in my ear, then kissed my neck. I turned around in his arms and kissed along his cheek, continuing down his neck, adding the occasional nips. Devon panted heavily, strong hands running through my hair, fisting the ones near the nape of my neck. He’s firm. Agile. Yet, the minute he pulled his face toward mine and dove in I felt a blistering haze of white-hot heat.
I want to kiss him forever. The thought sent a jolt down my spine.
His tongue slipped inside my mouth as a perfect supplement to the melody that began the next sonata. I was never a fan of classical music, but things were different here. Here with Devon, it fills me.
Thrumming through my veins until I’m dying to see how I can make him sing for me.
To build that tension, like plucking the strings of a cello.
Gentle at first. Then harder when I wanted him to get louder. Devon would sing for me. High pitched. Piercing wails that would destroy us both. I deepened the kiss, forcing him back onto the pillows, slotting between his taut thighs that clung to my waist. Fuck, he’s so supple. I gripped his ass, two hands full of his muscular globes, kneading them apart. It was wet. Throbbing there, where I had been last. Devon made a mewling sound in his throat when my thumb slipped in with little resistance.
Gaping.
My heart hammered. I took his nipple in between my thumb and index finger, pinching the brown nub, eliciting a gasp from his lips. Devon was a vision beneath me. His chest was rock hard, nipples pebbled in desire. The thick hair on his chest made me want to run my hands through it. Follow the music. I switched the dynamic to piano, trailing my lips along his collarbone, and a sforzando when I suck a bruising mark into his skin.
“Fuck—” Devon hissed. His cock was trapped between us. Hard. Aching. I lightly brushed my fingertips against the head, and he whined low and delicious, like a minor sixth.
Fuck, I need to be inside him. I palmed his erection, giving it a few hard pumps. Devon turned to mush in their hands. I lived for this.
For him. I stroked his length, building up a rhythm in time with the music. I ran my thumb over the head, and Devon jerked hard, throwing his head back and exposing his strong, thick neck. I bit his Adam’s apple, swirling my tongue around the corded muscles, enjoying the scrap of hair against my tongue. I reached into the drawer, fumbling for the lube and condom, trying to get my breath through the fog of delirium. “Fuck—you taste so good—” I moaned, I stroke his balls, which were drawn tight against his body. He’s close. I slid a finger inside and Devon gasped, just for the mezzo forte to change.
He’s right. Music is relaxing. I fought a grin. My fingers made a loud, squelching sound when they breached the rim. I curled my fingers just right and Devon arched off the bed when I found that sweet spot.
He sang.
Beautiful. So high and loud that it juddered up my spine. Devon fucked himself on my fingers, head flung back in ecstasy, and I could tell this was the first time in a long time he moved with wild abandon. I felt his tension fizzle and break, shattering beneath his feet as he chased his release.
“I’m close—fuck—” Devon groaned, his cock spasming on his stomach, precoma erupting all over his abs.
“Not yet,” I muttered against his lips, teasing the breath from his longs. Slipping another three fingers in, Devon’s back bows deeper, and a guttural sound tore from his throat. Oh, the burn. I plunged inside of him, trying to tear as much noise from him as possible. It didn’t take long before our rhythms aligned, Devon’s chest rose and fell like mad. His dark eyes were hooded into black slits in the night. Devon cried out, the shockwaves of my thrust jarring him.
Fuck. I devoured his lips, hiking his legs higher over my thighs before I wrenched my fingers free. Grabbing the condom, I tore open the package and rolled the thin lax over my cock. Devon watched me with narrowed eyes, spit dribbling down his chin. He looked wrecked.
Too bad, we’re just getting started. I grabbed the back of his neck, kissed him harder, and pressed his body into the mattress. Devon clawed at my arms, his blunt nails sinking into my skin when I lined my cock up to his hole and slowly pushed in.
“Fuck—Skylar—” He shivered.
I sank in with one hard thrust. Devon jerked, his eyes flashed with desire, and I cursed when a searing heart engulfed my shaft. Fuck. I thrust hard, the sound of sick slapping against my skin mixed with the crushing melody, creating a symphony of its own. Devon was a mewling mess beneath me, tears running down his face as I fucked into him at a brutal pace. It was all wrong. My snapping hips stuttered, something like liquid warmth filled my soul, and I realized I wasn’t fucking Devon.
I was making love to him. Horror gripped me by the throat, but I didn’t dare stop. The music created such a beautiful relaxing atmosphere, so much so that I forgot what he was to me. The villain. I meant to wreck him. Bring him to his knees for all the things he’s done to me and yet, I couldn't.
No. I grunted, thrusting harder into him. Chasing my own release.
Devon’s cock twitched before erupting between us, milky white spurts soaking my abs and his chest. A wail tore through his throat and Devon sang in a new frequency. It was the most relaxed I had ever seen him, and I could tell something had wound up and then snapped, like an elastic band.
“Fuck—” then I was cumming too. Flung off the edge and plunging into distilled darkness. Spangled rays of fireworks burst across my eyelids. My toes curled and everything went blissfully dark before coming back, like the tide rushing in and out. I collapsed onto him, my lungs cinched tighter and tighter against the panic threatening to engulf me. A large hand touched my sweaty hair, stroking it for several moments.
“You’re crushing me,” Devon whispered, but I could hear the laughter there. He didn’t care. He wanted me to. So, I didn’t move. I stayed locked in his arms as he gently kissed my neck. “I—This can’t be serious. It can’t be.”
I inched back, staring into those midnight eyes, falling into their depth. “Trust me. It won’t be.” Devon sighed in relief, and I sank back into his warmth.
Yet, something nagged at me.
The words were a promise. To him and myself.
But why did they feel like a lie?
***
Devon left the next morning, and I was grateful for it. Silence engulfed me as I sat on the couch, wondering what the strange feeling was that sat in the pit of my chest. It was wide and thick, like the root of an Oak tree threatening to overwhelm me. Running a hand over my hair, I checked my phone and saw a few missed calls from Laney. It was the weekend, so I wasn’t sure what she wanted.
I dialed her number, frowning. “Hey,” she said, almost breathless. “Sorry to bother you.”
“It’s okay. Did something happen?”
“No, we just need a few extra teachers tomorrow for an event the school is having. I know you don’t normally work on Mondays because of your school schedule, but it would be great if you could come in.”
I checked my calendar and realized I could take the afternoon off. We were working on the assignment in class so there wasn’t much additional work to do. “Yeah, I can be there.”
