Hung (Under Revision)

32: Mine

Liam

Skye wraps her legs around me and the chair. Her hands fist my hair as we kiss, our tongues flick, exploring each other's mouths. I kiss everywhere on her I can reach, wondering how pissed she'd be if I ripped her dress open so I can get at her tits.

My cock buried in her feels better than ever. She's rocking her hips, making my dick scream in pleasure, and I hold the lower part of her body still, wanting this moment to last. This moment when my cock is tingling like it never has before, ecstatic it's in the place it belongs.

I've still got the taste of her sweet pussy on my tongue, and all the things I'm going to do to her when I get her home flash through my mind.

"I loved having you bent over the table, seeing your sexy ass on display. You're lucky I didn't ram my cock right in it."

"Am I?"

Fuck. I'm on the edge of plastering her walls in my cum, and I hold her close until my dick calms down. I swallow a few times, and try to block out Skye's moaning. Even though it's my favorite sound in the world, it's too risky right now, I don't want to blow yet.

I stand, taking her with me. The carpet's new, but I don't want to put my angel on the floor.

Still inside her, I move us the few steps to the desk and rest her ass on it.

"Hold on," I say, pulling out.

We'd been in such a rush earlier, I'm still wearing my damn suit jacket. Having learned from Kelso's house, I pull a condom out of the inside breast jacket and toss the jacket on the chair we'd just been sitting in. I roll the condom down my shaft as quick as I can.

I grasp Skye's hips and flip her over the desk, so her round ass is once again presented to me. I pause to admire the view from above, plump round cheeks with her juicy lips poking out underneath.

Her pussy's so wet and tight, I can't wait to be back inside her. Sliding in and out of her slick heat, making those walls spasm around me.

With my fingers, I part her open and push my cock deep into her. She gasps and moans as I bury myself up to the hilt and start pounding into her.

One of Rick's books and some papers fall on the floor, but who gives a shit. I carry on pounding into her, my balls getting tighter and tighter with each thrust.

The door to the office swings open, and Rick says "Oh, God, I'm so sorry."

His voice is a momentary distraction, and I look over with a death stare. The door snaps shut and I turn my attention back to my Skye. I don't even think she noticed.

Skye's moaning turns breathy, her body quivers in bliss. Her pussy spasms around my shaft, the heat squeezing me until I can't hold back any longer.

I grunt, my cock exploding into the condom with such force I hope it doesn't tear a hole right through it.

Sweat trickles down my back. My whole fucking body is screaming out in appreciation of Skye. For once, my body and brain are in complete agreement on what they want: Her.

Skye's quiet, her ribs rising as she sucks in big gulps of air. I pull out of her and flop back onto the chair.

"Did someone open the door?" she breaks the silence to ask.

"Who cares. Let's get out of here."

Her face turns five shades of red, causing me to laugh.

"Stop laughing, it's embarrassing."

"For him not you. You should never be embarrassed. Besides, you're an artist, I'll just tell him you needed inspiration."

She shakes her head at me, the corners of her lips turned up.

Once we've adjusted our clothing and smoothed our hair, we make our way to the lobby. Skye sheepishly clings to me, but I don't give a fuck if the whole world knows what we just did. In fact, I want the world to know about us.

We exit the hotel, my arm around her waist. Skye's old banger is parked halfway blocking the door.

"Sorry, I hadn't intended on staying long."

"Come home with me, I don't want you out of my arms just yet." Or ever.

She looks at me and smiles. "I was hoping you'd say that."

A smile spreads across my face. This day couldn't turn out any better. I give her a squeeze.

"You know, you're going to need a safer car if you're working with me. I can't have you driving around in this piece of shit, it's not safe. The paintings might get damaged."

"The paintings, huh?"

"Will you say no if I said it was for you and not the paintings?"

"Possibly."

"Then borrow my Range Rover until you can buy a better one yourself."

"You want me to borrow your car?"

"Not really, I want you to have my car but I'm willing to settle for you borrowing it."

"Well, since it will make you happy, when do I get the keys?"

"As soon as we get to my place."

We both laugh, and I still haven't let go of her. Skye tries to pull away from me and towards her car but I hold on tight.

"Let's go in my car, we'll get something to eat on the way to my place."

"My car's here, I can't leave it."

"Don't worry, I'll have someone pick it up. And take it to the wreckers from here."

"Fine. I hate this shitbox anyway. Let me grab my stuff out of it."

Isn't it much better when you trust me? I don't think it would be a good idea to say that to her though.

Skye grabs an armful of stuff, passing most of it to me.

"Good bye, piece of crap," she says, patting the roof.

With an armful of sweaters topped with a pair of sneakers, I lead her to my car.

"It's a Maserati day, is it?"

"Most days are."

Her lips twist in thought. "I'm never going to stop fighting for the ninety nine percent."

"I don't expect you to," I say, grinning. Her smile beams back at me.

"You're not going to get mad when I paint about the injustice in the world?"

"Not one bit. I want you to be true to yourself. That's what I like so much about you. Never stop telling me what you think."

She turns her head to me, and our eyes catch. The smile in her eyes fills me with warmth.

We dump her stuff in my car and get in. I rev the engine a few times, just for fun, and we tear out of the parking lot.

"I'm starving. For some reason I didn't manage to eat much yesterday or today," Skye says.

I look over at her and smile. "I know just the place."

We talk freely as we drive and it reconfirms everything I feel about her. She's not after me for my money. She's not interested in keeping me happy for fear of losing her free ride. All she wants is me.

And all I want is her.

"What are you doing?" she asks as I pull into the Chicken Chums parking lot.

"You're hungry, right?"

Skye bursts into a throaty laugh, "You're so awesome."

I lean over to kiss her cheek, but she turns her head and our lips connect. Skye's priceless, and she's mine. There's no way I'm ever letting go.