Page 63 of The Third Girl

CHAPTER 27

MATT

God, she’s gorgeous when she comes. My eyes roam over her body, noting the shallow breaths she’s taking, the way her skin is flushed pink, and the glazed look in her eyes. This is a satisfied woman. But I’m not done yet.

Kneeling between her legs, I shove my joggers down, then lean forward to kick them away. I ache to be inside her. I can’t resist gripping my cock firmly and slowly stroking while she watches. Her breath hitches, eyes glued to my dick, as I continue to glide my hand up and down. On one of the upstrokes, my thumb slides over the crown, smearing pre-cum over my skin. The rise and fall of her chest picks up in pace, and her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. I can see it in her eyes when she’s had enough teasing. She reaches out, dragging my body to hers.

I relish in the soft smoothness of her skin on mine and take her mouth in a fierce kiss. My dick is hard between us, and she tilts her hips just so, rubbing her wet entrance up and down my length. My mind spins, lost in this moment with her. She grasps my ass in her hands, holding me tight to her as she rocks her hips.Fuuuck.The wet slide of her pussy on my cock is making it hard to think logically.

With my heart pounding, I pause, looking into her lust-filled green eyes. “Skylar, I know we were reckless the first time, but are you on birth control of some sort?”

She heaves out a relieved yet ragged breath. “Yes.” Her hips tilt. “Please, Matt.”

I don’t wait another second, I drive inside her in one smooth motion, pausing only when I’ve filled her to the hilt. Her mouth opens on a gasp, eyes widening as her pussy clenches around my cock. Her expression has lust flowing through my veins, hot and thick. All I can see is her. All I want is her.

I pull back and surge forward, over and over. Our kisses have gotten wet, sloppy, and frantic, but I’m so desperate for her, so into what we’re doing, I don’t care, and I don’t think she does either from the whimpers and moans that fall from her lips. Tearing my mouth from hers, I drop more kisses all over her body—jaw, neck, collarbone, shoulders—all while fucking her nice and slow.

Breathing hard, I hook her knees over my arms, changing our position. Skylar’s eyes catch fire. “Oh God, Matt.” Her chest jerks and twitches as she struggles to catch a breath.

“Look at us, Sky.” I thrust forward, watching my cock disappear inside her pussy. “You were made for me. You’re so fucking sexy. You’re so fucking mine.” I pull back and drive back in. I’m out of my head, lost in the moment. All I know is her and me and the way we feel together. I could go at any moment. Each stroke is ecstasy. Every one of her moans drives me higher.

I blow out a hard breath, releasing her legs and swiftly trade positions with her, pulling her on top of me. “Ride me, beautiful,” I grit as I reach between her legs and stroke my fingers through her swollen flesh, unable to resist dipping my fingers where my cock just was. “So fucking wet.”

She leans forward as I continue to stroke her pussy with my fingers and rub her clit with the heel of my palm. As she languidly grinds against my hand, she drops kisses all over my chest and slides her tongue over each of my nipples.

I tease her with my aching dick, dragging the head through her drenched folds before thrusting upward into her body. I let out a strangled, “Fuuuck,” at the same time she attacks my mouth and plunges her tongue between my lips.

Skylar takes my hands and laces them together with hers before putting them over my head on the pillow. She moans, all breathy and needy as she begins to move, sliding up and down my dick like it was made for her. With each downward stroke, she grinds her clit over my pelvic bone, and her taut nipples rub over my chest. The effect on her is quick and gratifying.

Her movements slow, as if she’s creeping right up to the edge of a cliff, knowing she’ll fall if she gets too close. “Matt…” Her eyes are unfocused at best, her jaw slackening as her legs quake on either side of my hips. Then all at once, her hips roll as she moans, completely out of her head. She’s a beautiful thrashing, gasping mess.

As she’s coming down, she collapses on my chest, and I let go of her hands to grasp one firm ass cheek in each palm. I drive upward into her body, once, twice, and then I’m gone. My body jerks as I come hard, holding her tightly to me.

My heart doesn’t slow for several minutes, and neither does hers. They pound in time together, and I soak in every second of holding her like this. How could this be wrong? And because I like to torture myself, my mind detours to all the reasons why maybe this isn’t such a hot idea. I’ve gotten past most of it. Her age, and even the fact that she’s our nanny don’t seem to bother me all that much anymore. She’s Skylar—this perfect woman, who is kind and giving and warm. She’s the most selfless person I’ve encountered in my entire life.

I was once a happily married man. The day Terri was taken from me changed me forever. But she wouldn’t want this confusion and guilt for me. So, why am I so fucking torn up over getting on with my life?

“Where’d you go?” Skylar has pushed to an upright position and looks at me curiously.

“I—” I frown, searching inward, but not finding answers. “I don’t know why I’m having such a hard time. I’m sorry.” The backs of the fingers of my left hand move over my lips as I think.

Skylar’s face falls. Our gazes lock. We stay just like that for what must be at least a minute. Finally, she tilts her head to the side. “Maybe you really aren’t there yet.”

I clear my throat, staring into her eyes. “What?”

“Matt, you have to do what’s right for you. If you aren’t ready to move forward, you’re not.”

That’s when I notice her gaze has shifted ever so slightly. To my wedding ring. To the symbol of the love I once shared with Terri.Fuck.Breathing unsteadily now, I stare into the pools of green that are studying me so attentively.

Her teeth scrape over her lip. She pats my chest. “Give me a sec. I can’t say what I need to say while you’re still inside me.” She lifts off me and does a weird shuffle to the door, slipping out of the room buck naked.

Fuck.I press the heels of my hands over my eyes. I’m fucking this up, even though this girl is the best thing to happen to me since I lost Terri.

A minute later, she comes back into the room, pulls her underwear and concert T-shirt on, then hikes up the jeans she’d been wearing earlier.

“What are you doing?” My jaw tenses as I sit up, continuing to study her. I can tell from the slight wobble of her lip and the pinched expression on her face that she’s upset and trying to hide it. She’sleaving.“Don’t—” The single word falls from my lips. Chest burning with despair, I can’t do anything but stare at her.

She draws in a breath, then slowly lets it go before she speaks. “Matt, here’s the thing. I don’t know what this thing is between us. And I want you to know, no matter what, I’m here for you. That’s what I promised you when we started this. So, whether we’re together or friends or even if we’re nothing, if you call me—if you need me—I’ll be here. Just like I was today.” Her final words catch in her throat, and tears well in her eyes. “But I can’t keep doing this to myself. I’m not looking for a friendly fuck buddy, Matt. I’m looking for a real relationship. I thought we had something. But you need more time. That much is crystal clear to me.”

My lungs seize, incapable of pulling in air. I drop my head into my hands, closing my eyes against all the emotion rising up within me.

And when I look up again, she’s gone.

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