Skye Blue (Hell Yeah!)

by Hunter, Sable

  “God, yes.” He didn’t want to be alone.

  Noah clasped her fingers tightly, almost too tightly and every few seconds he brought it to his lips for a kiss. Truly she’d only intended to offer him comfort tonight, if that was what he needed. But his lips were playing havoc on her skin. Her whole body was tingling and aware of him.

  When they reached Tebow, he parked the car out front and they entered the house through the kitchen door. “Are you hungry? We didn’t eat very much.”

  “No, but if you are, I’ll fix you something.” She offered, wanting to do anything to take his mind off the events of the evening. Arthur Langley’s face kept invading her thoughts. Surely he wasn’t serious. He’d been Charles’ much older brother. The man had to be seventy years old if he were a day.

  Noah pulled her to him, burying his face in her neck. “I’m hungry for you. I want to hold you all night long.”

  A thrill shot through her. She didn’t know which to look forward to the most. Making love with the sexiest guy in the world or being held by him. She didn’t have to think long. Being held, for sure. Hands down. Still, she intended to have a good time. So far her life had been empty of tenderness and affection. Her sexual experiences were unhappy ones. They were null and void. As of this moment, she was starting over.

  “This is your lucky night, cowboy.” She kissed him on the lips, far more nervous than she let on. “Christmas is coming early for Noah McCoy.”

  With a groan, he threw the papers and plaque on the dining table, grabbed her hand and headed toward the stairs.

  As Skye allowed herself to be led into Noah’s world, she relished every second. The knowledge that she was in his room and about to be in his bed was amazing. The luxury of inhaling his scent made her clasp her own arms and hug herself. She would never forget it. Being in his presence enveloped her in a haze of arousal.

  Not too often in life does one get the chance to give or receive unconditional love. People, it seems, always have an agenda. But tonight, she was about to present Noah with her warmth, her love and her body. She wouldn’t explain her gesture. But when the sun rose, he’d realize she had no expectations. No strings were attached to her embrace and no promises were required for her to offer the key to her heart.

  Why was she drawn to Noah McCoy? It was a long story.

  As she watched him remove his clothes, take off his boots, lay his Stetson on the desk, she remembered…

  He had been a presence in her life, a constant she anticipated like buried treasure.

  When legal aid had finally located Lance for her, he had come. He found her as starved for family as she was for freedom. So he shared the only family he had. He’d told her about each of the McCoys—all the fun stories, sad stories, and news. He regaled her with the adventures he had with the McCoys from rescuing Jessie Montgomery to hunting renegade vandals who cut barb wire and mutilated cattle. Lance had used the day-to-day life of the family he thought the world of, to give Skye something to think about, something to look forward to rather than another day or night behind bars. She had cherished every word and every photo. And fell halfway in love with Noah McCoy. She reached for the zipper on the side of her dress.

  “Stop.” His stare touched her across the shadowed inkiness of the room. “I want the privilege.” He turned on the bedside lamp which cast a romantic, muted glow. “There’s no way I’m missing this.” Noah reached for her. “I want to undress you, to enjoy every inch of skin I solely unveil.” He ran his hands over her shoulders, slipping the evening gown down, a dark flame of desire blazing in his eyes. Skye felt like she could easily drown in his gaze. He was almost nude. Only a pair of grey briefs remained and they did nothing to hide his huge erection. The outline of his cock was blatantly evident—swollen, filling up the front of his underwear. She swallowed hard, her breath hitching in her throat. He looked at her with absolute hunger. This was one thing that excited her about Noah—the way he gave her his total undivided attention. Over the years so many people had looked through her, ignored her—she was just a number, a nobody. Not Noah. He ate her up with his eyes. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen that look. He’d been doing this from the first moment they met. There had always been a connection between them. It hadn’t been just wishful thinking on her part—hopefully. Even when he was still struggling with the failing relationship with Harper, every time she and Noah had a moment together, Skye had felt joy flow between them.

  Nothing in her prior existence had prepared her for this level of want. The burning hunger for him ached in her joints like the flu.

  But Noah deserved so much more than a woman who was mired in a history she had no ability to overcome. He deserved a perfect woman with no taint, no shame and no prison record.

  There, she’d said it.

  Even though she’d been granted a new trial and had her sentence reduced to time served, she’d spent time behind bars for killing a man. Skye Blue was not a fit choice for Noah.

  “You’re thinking too much, Princess. Come back to me.”

  There was nowhere else she’d rather be. And when he went to his knees at her feet, to tug her dress down, Skye felt a wetness grow between her thighs. Goosebumps danced over her body. Her heartbeat sped up, and her nipples—God, it wouldn’t do for her to think about how hard and aching her nipples were. “I’m here. You’ve got my full attention.” She gave in to her fantasies, letting her fingers slide over his shoulders. “You feel so good.” His chest was sculpted, covered by slabs of muscles she longed to rub and knead and kiss.

  The dress pooled to the floor and she stepped out of it.

  “Look at you.” He stood up, gazing at the stockings, the garter, the small scraps of lace which passed for undergarments. Skye had allowed herself to dream, acquiring a few bits of frippery. After the standard prison inmate issue of white panties and cotton cup bra, the feminine lingerie was decadent. “I can’t wait to get inside of you, so deep and hard you’ll never want to be with anyone else.” Noah looked his fill of her, taking his time, letting his fingers skate over her skin, making her quiver.

  “Do something,” she begged. Did he notice the scar from her surgery? Would he ask? When he stood up and moved around her, she breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the light was too dim. She didn’t want to have to explain.

  “What do you want me to do?” He ran a finger down the indention of her back, loving each and every curve of her luscious body.

  “Kiss me.” A simple request, but he’d never know how often she’d whispered the words into her pillow at night, when there was no hope of a lover answering her plea.

  But her lover was here now, and he could give her what she needed. Noah claimed her lips in a searing kiss, covering them with his own—demanding, consuming, devouring, possessing. And as he kissed her, he unhooked her bra and let it fall, moaning as her breasts were crushed against his chest. “Jesus, I love your tits,” he whispered as he moved his chest across hers. The friction of her nipples against the light fur on his pecs had her whimpering.

  “You’re lethal, Noah.” Skye opened herself to him, allowing him access to her body and her soul. She wasn’t pure by any means, but she had very little basic experience. Of course, she knew things—she knew too much. There wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen or read about—heard bandied about by women who’d made a living with their bodies. Now, she’d see if she could actually put all that head knowledge to practical use.

  Skye had not imagined herself partaking of this pleasure until Noah had shown up in the middle of the thunderstorm last night. But she couldn’t resist him. He was her dream lover, the one she’d invited into her bed night after night. The one she’d fantasized touching her, thrusting deep inside of her when all she had were her own fingers to give her relief. Now, she accepted the dominating thrust of his tongue, the taste of him slaking the thirst of her starvation. She did
n’t know which was more exciting—the thrill of kissing him or the awareness of his hunger for her. Together they were intoxicating. He needed her. She could tell by his groans and the way his hips were bucking into her, the bulge of his cock rubbing against her mound.

  “Now, for these.” He hooked his thumbs in her panties and pushed down. The garter belt was next and soon she was nude, vulnerable and so ready to be fucked she was quaking. He ran his hands down her back, cupping her ass as his lips and teeth tortured her neck and shoulder. The man was so damn talented. Skye followed his dance of seduction, responding to every move he made, never wanting the night to end. This was what she’d been born for; she’d been created to meet the needs of this man. To fulfill his desires. To accept him within her body.

  Her knees weakened. “I can’t stand up.”

  “You don’t have to. Allow me.” He swept her up like she weighed nothing and carried her, laying her down on top of the covers. “I’ve dreamed of seeing you in my bed.” He pulled his briefs down and off. His cock bobbed forward, so heavy it couldn’t remain upright.

  At the sight of him, Skye melted. Her mouth watered, her nipples contracted and her pussy liquefied. As she lay there flat of her back, every female instinct she had took over. She bent her knees, spread her legs and opened herself up in invitation. Lifting her hips, she offered for him to come to her. A raised hand beckoned.

  “Ye, gods,” he breathed. Her whole body was perfection. He loved the way she looked, so exotic and wild. Her breasts quivered with excitement, and he could see her pussy glistening with arousal. Skye Blue wanted him. She wanted Noah McCoy.

  Had she ever been this aroused? Never. Skye hadn’t even known it was possible. “Don’t make me wait. We can do the preliminaries later.”

  “Preliminaries? Like me sucking your tits, eating your pussy? Slipping my engorged cock between those pretty pink lips?” He crawled on top of her, straddling her on all fours, covering her like a predatory lion, his golden mane hanging down to curtain their faces.

  “Yes, all of those things. I promise them ten-fold, if you’ll just give me what I need. Please!” She was begging, almost wailing.

  “And what do you need, Princess? Tell me, and I’ll grant your request.” At this moment he felt like a king. Gone were the doubts, the worries, the frustrations. There was nothing in his world but this one perfect woman. And she wanted…him.

  As she formulated her request, he bent to kiss her right nipple. Kiss—not exactly. He licked the tip, swirling his tongue around it, making her jerk and moan. And then he opened his mouth wide, taking in her whole areola and he…God! He drew it in, hard, sucking on her tit like he was going to inhale it. “Noah!” she groaned. The sensation was mind-blowing. Never had she known her breasts were so sensitive.

  Noah chuckled. The vibration of his mirth gave an extra dimension to the sublime suckling. “What do you want?” he asked again as he changed breasts, giving the jealous twin equal time and attention. Hot suction. Hard draws that had her gasping his name and clawing at the sheets. Skye felt the zing of pleasure vibrate through her clit. She couldn’t be still. His cock was throbbing between them. A drop of pre-cum dampened her mound as the thick rod teased her desperate vagina. Skye spread her legs further and arched her back, trying to lure him into her, tempting his cock to give her what she needed.

  “You inside of me.”

  She ground out the words, as Noah dipped his fingers into the puffy wet folds of her pussy. My God, this was a generous woman. She didn’t hold back one iota. There was no doubt she wanted him. “Are you on the pill? I’m clean...I was tested after—“

  She knew what he meant. “Yes, I’m safe and clean. I haven’t had sex in—” He didn’t let her finish. He massaged her vulva again, pressing two fingers deep inside of her, spreading her cream to ease his entry. Skye couldn’t believe what he was doing to her. She was absolutely delirious with desire, her whole body one solid ache. Unable to stop herself, she reached for his cock, wrapping her fingers around it, almost moaning at how good it felt—so hard, so thick. “Please, I want you to take me. Hard. Fast. I want you to pound into me until I cum.”

  “Put your legs around my waist. I want you to cling to me. I want to feel your body against mine.” She lifted her legs and tucked them around him.

  “If you don’t take me soon, I shall die.”

  “We can’t have that.” Noah knew Skye had no idea what she was doing to him. The sight of her aroused, the sound of her hunger, all were combining to drive him mad. Hell, he might cum before he ever slid into her sweet, wet heat. She was amazing. An absolute little wild-cat. It was as if she hadn’t had sex in so long she was starved for it. No woman had ever driven him to such heights of arousal. “Hold on.”

  She held—legs around his hips, arms around his neck, tits straining upward enough that her nipples were rubbing against him with every breath.

  Finally. “Ahhhh…” she moaned as his cock probed her entrance. She shivered in anticipation as the tip eased inside of her. Heaven. Just that much of him felt so damn good.

  “Is that enough of me?” He teased, knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer.

  “Never.” She bucked her hips upward, trying to force him deeper.

  “Steady, Princess.” He kissed her hard. “You’re damn tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She was past the point of caring. “Don’t stop. Please.” Skye grazed her teeth on his neck, sucking.

  “Holy Mother…” Noah groaned as he pushed deeper.

  “Yes, yes,” Skye keened, feeling the wide head of his cock work its way into her, past swollen tissues hungry to be ravaged. God, she’d not known how desperate she was to be touched and taken and possessed. Her body was ablaze with passion. Her need soared to unimaginable heights. “I need to cum so bad.” She was almost crying.

  “Oh, baby.” He kissed her face. “I’ll give you what you need.” With that promised, he thrust hard and deep, burying himself to the root, his balls slapping against her flesh. “Fuck,” he groaned. Being inside of her was pure rapture. His cock was being squeezed, massaged, bathed in the sweetest, wettest pussy he’d ever felt.

  “More, Noah!” She ran her fingernails down his back, wanting to become a part of him, pushing herself up into his big body, striving to merge herself with him. Make them one.

  Pulling out, he watched her face. She made the sweetest O with her mouth. “Feel good?”

  “Oh, yes.” She sighed as he pushed back in, then repeated, pulling out, sliding in, out, in, out—one long, perfect thrust after another. She’d never known it could be this way, a perfect union. She could feel all of him, every vein, every ridge. Her flesh was swollen and gloried in the hard demanding shaft stroking inside of her. Skye was panting, moving her hips, meeting him, accepting everything he would give.

  “You are so sweet, Skye, so sweet.”

  “Noah!” There was no way she could hold back. His words. His body. His cock rasping inside of her—all combined to form a storm which raged with greater furor than the one which brought him to her. Her orgasm flashed through her like lightning, a consuming fire flashing across her body, suffusing her with absolute perfect bliss.

  He raised himself up on his arms, closed his eyes, threw his head back and let go. Damn. Perfection. Her spasms milked him, causing his orgasm to rise, driving pure ecstasy out of his cock as he pumped semen out his body and into hers. Wave after wave of pleasure radiated through his body. Nothing had ever been as good as this.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Skye cuddled down in her sleep. She was so warm. And happy. She moved her foot under the sheet, luxuriating in the feel of the cotton against her toes.

  Bump.

  Her eyes sprang open. She was so not in her own bed. Snapping her eyes to the left, she beheld a sleeping giant. Noah McCoy.

 
A contented smile curled her lips. She had slept with Noah McCoy.

  Oh, she hadn’t just slept with him; she had been had by him—thoroughly. Just the memory of what they’d done together made tiny rivulets of pleasure run through her veins.

  Very carefully, she raised up on one elbow and looked at him. My God. The man was a work of art. All of the McCoys were big men, but Noah was big and beautiful. In the repose of sleep, his face was serene and perfect. He reminded her of what Dustin Hoffman once said about working with Brad Pitt. ‘He makes the rest of us look like onions’. Skye smiled. Next to Noah, any man paled in comparison.

  Lifting her hand, she ached to touch him. He shifted in his sleep and she held her breath, but he hmmmed and stretched his arms over his head. The movement just accentuated his pecs, his abs—God, she was turned on.

  What was she waiting on? This most likely was a one-time thing. An opportunity like this wouldn’t come again. She wanted to experiment. Slipping the cover back, she let her eyes rove over his body. Golden brown skin, just a shade or two lighter than hers. Flat stomach, that amazing wedge shape from his muscle-capped shoulders and perfectly defined chest. But what lay below the waist was even more alluring.

  His cock was hard and swollen. She couldn’t have resisted if her life depended on it. Morning wood. Going to her knees she studied the object of her desire. Oh, yeah.

  Skye had slept in his arms, naked. And she was more aware of her body and its desires now than she had ever been. Her breasts were so sensitive, her nipples so swollen. She cupped them and lifted them, toying with the tips. Staring at Noah’s cock, she wondered how much she could get away with. Ah, well. He’d just have to endure.

  Maybe he would sleep through it.