Skye Blue (Hell Yeah!)

by Hunter, Sable

  She snorted.

  He sat the bowl down by her head. “God, I love to be with you.” He ran a finger from the tip of her nose, down her throat, between her breasts, on down until he swirled it around her clit.

  “Dang.” She breathed. Her body was so sensitive, so attune to him. It was like they were connected by some sensual telepathy.

  “I’m going to make you scream my name, Princess.” His eyes were hooded, and long sooty lashes brushed the tops of his cheeks. The air was ripe with a lush carnality.

  “What do you think you’re doing, Noah?” She didn’t know if she was ready for this. He looked so intense and she felt so vulnerable.

  “I don’t think around you. I only feel.” A smile tugged at the sides of his sexy mouth.

  Her senses were rioting. All of Skye’s erogenous zones were awake and begging to be let in on the act. “Are you going to make love to me?”

  Love? Hell, yes. But, first things first. “I want to dine on you. Feast on you.”

  Shivers of nervous anticipation made it hard to be still. Laying here and letting him look at her so closely made her want to writhe on the table. “I need you.” Noah had her whimpering in heat.

  “You’ve got me. Now let me play.” Skye was incredible, warm, wet, and hotter than hell. He bent down and began to kiss her eyelids and her temple. Taking a juicy piece of peach, he rubbed the succulent fruit across her lips. She opened her mouth to accept the fruit and he joined his mouth to hers and stole the bite, letting the juice splash into her mouth. “Hmmm, good.”

  “I want to taste, too.” She cupped his face and kissed his cheek and he put another bite of peach between his lips and they kissed, sharing the sweetness, the flavor, the thrill. “God, you’re good.”

  He licked her mouth, then let his lips skate down her throat until he came to the pulse point at the base of her neck. “You’re like hot molten silk.” With deliberate intent to hike her blood pressure, he guided a bite of the orange fruit down her cleavage, and his tongue followed to lick up the evidence. Swirling it around her nipple, he balanced it on the tip, smiled, then closed his mouth over the entire treat, consuming and licking and causing her to groan.

  With hungry hands, he caressed the swollen mounds, massaging, running his thumbs across the aching tips. “Do it again,” she begged.

  “Oh, you like that?” He anointed her other breast with peach juice, using a juicy chunk to outline the nipple. He loved the way she would push her chest toward him, showing him without words that she couldn’t wait for him to kiss and suck her tits.

  His lips were rough velvet and bright. Hot spears of pleasure shot deep into her vagina when he would lave and love the swollen peeks. “I love it.” I love you, she wanted to say, but she didn’t.

  “Your body is perfect. Softest, sleekest satin.” Continuing the game, he used another piece of fruit to draw a sweet circle around her belly button. With a hum of satisfaction, he placed the tidbit inside the small well, then sucked it out, licking a path south.

  Knowing where he was headed, she opened her legs, giving him full access. Skye wanted him to see where she needed him the most and what he was doing to her.

  Noah didn’t miss the sign she gave him. She wanted him. She welcomed him. He ran a hand down the silky flesh of her thigh. “Only inches from paradise.”

  “Please, Noah. I’ll give you whatever you want. Just please give me what I need.” She didn’t tell him she’d never experienced this pleasure, but at this moment she would have traded ten years of her life to feel his lips between her thighs.

  “What do you need, Skye?”

  “Your mouth on me.” She lifted her hips in supplication.

  “Spread wide. Let me see that pussy.” She did and he almost groaned at the sight. So pink. So wet. So soft. With a hand that shook the least bit, he lined her slit with bits of peach, then bent his head and ate her out—licking, nibbling, biting, kissing—sucking.

  A stark desperate hunger tingled in every cell in her body and as he burrowed his tongue up in her tight hot sheath, Skye shook with an orgasm so hard her world quaked on its axis. “Noah!” she screamed his name in pleasure exactly as he predicted.

  “Hell, yes!” He took her by the ankles and pulled her into position. Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed the big, wide head up and down her slit, coating the tip in cream. Up and down he dragged it, each time nudging her clit a little harder, making her hump—needing more of him—all he would give.

  Needing to hold on, to steady herself, Skye molded her fingers around the edges of the dining table as he positioned himself right at the gate to her femininity. And then he pushed in hard! Stretching, burning, pounding inside of her. Noah impaled himself, tunneling into her vagina, forging a path for his cock. It felt so good, she couldn’t be still. Her body wanted more. Locking gazes with him, she watched his face as she clamped down on him, showing him she wanted to keep him close, deep inside of her for as long as she could. Lifting her legs, she locked her ankles behind his hips and lifted her ass, pushing toward him, craving more—every inch he had.

  “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he barked the words as he clasped her hips and slid out, then back in repeatedly, pushing the head of his cock deeper and deeper, causing them both to gasp and groan with delight.

  “It’s mutual. Damn, it’s mutual.” As he fucked her, Skye brought her hands to her breasts and began rubbing them, taking her nipples in her fingers and twirling them, pulling at the sensitive peaks.

  Noah growled at the sight. “Sexy, so sexy, Princess.”

  The pleasure began to build. He took her knees in his hands and bent them forward, opening her up even wider, and then he began to move. His hips thrust hard, fast, moving his cock in and out with a powerful pumping motion. The whole table began to move. Noah hooked his fingers underneath it, drawing it toward him and holding it steady, all the while hammering into her with hard, driving strokes.

  Hot white bolts of lightning ripped through her as her orgasm exploded. A sizzling fiery heat radiated from her sex, to her nipples, to the tips of her fingers while repeated quakes of rapture milked at Noah’s erection.

  He couldn’t hold out another second. This was just too much. Throwing his head back, he let go. A hard tremor shook him as hot jets of his seed shot into her body, bathing her womb, running back to coat his cock and trickle out—proof of his virility, of her receptiveness and their perfect union.

  ***

  This was the second night they’d slept together. She could get used to it. During the early morning hours, she’d awoken from his kisses, his fingers between her thighs. She had been sleeping in his arms, on their side, her back to his front. With one arm under her, he had cupped her breast and the other had massaged her vulva until she was wet and swollen. It hadn’t taken much stimulation on his part. She seemed to be always ready for him. The man was insatiable, a veritable sex machine. Entering her from the back, he had pleasured her until she was gasping his name. Reaching down, she had touched them where they were joined, running her fingers over his ironclad shaft. Touching him was like touching pure power. He had pleasured her until she’d climaxed in a sheet-clawing orgasm. When he came, he shuddered against her, sinking his teeth into her neck, marking her. She felt claimed and it was a feeling she never wanted to forget.

  Sleep had claimed them for a few more hours, but the first rays of the sun fell on Skye’s face, she smiled. “Wake-up, Noah. I want to go to the Rock before the park opens.”

  “What?” He stretched and yawned, pulling her hard against him for a kiss. “How can we get in if the park isn’t open?”

  Skye laughed. “I have got to work on your adventuresome quotient.” She raised up and looked at him, pushing a strand of that sun-kissed blond hair off his face. “Do you know how good-looking you are?”

  The
smile he gave her rivaled the rising sun. “So, you want me to be more adventurous?”

  “Yes, I do. Now, let’s get up, I want to beat the crowds. I want Enchanted Rock to ourselves for a little while.”

  They’d got ready in record time and set out. “It’s not far from here, is it?” He looked at the horizon. Enchanted Rock was visible from where they were. He’d been there several times on class field trips.

  “About an hour walk, I think.”

  As they started out, she held out her hand and he took it, loving the idea she seemed to need the connection. He wondered what his family was up to this morning. There was a cell phone signal, not strong, but he could get texts and emails. So if something earth-shattering happened, he knew they would let him know. So far, there were no texts. Noah wondered just how critical to the family he was. If they even were his family. The logical part of him insisted that whatever the truth was, it didn’t matter. He was a part of them. Did they know? Was that why he seemed to be constantly at odds with his brothers? His brothers…

  “What are you thinking about? Sex?”

  He immediately looked at her face. She was teasing him, those big dark eyes shining with amusement. “I am now.”

  Throwing her head back, she laughed and the sound ran over his heart like life-giving water seeping into dry desert sand. “You’re very good at it, you know?”

  “Oh, really? I’m glad you have no complaints. I think you’re quite talented yourself.” They stepped over rocks and jumped small ditches. Once he picked her up and held her while he jumped a narrow stream.

  Skye wanted to share herself with him as much as possible, without burdening him with the truth of her unfortunate past. “I don’t have much practical experience. I think what I have is a certain amount of natural ability.” She said it and kept a straight face, but when he raised an eyebrow, she busted out laughing. “Actually, I’ve read a lot, fantasized even more and have a list this long...” She measured in the air. “...of raunchy things I want to do to you.”

  Growling, he grabbed her up and carried her in his arms, peppering kisses on her face. “Tell me what’s on the list.”

  “In the shower,” she whispered in his ear.

  “Doable.” He rubbed his nose on her cheek, inhaling her feminine scent. “What else?”

  “Me on top?”

  “You on top. And from the back. I like that.”

  “Yea, me too. I’m sure you’ve been with many beautiful women.” Skye wasn’t being nosy, she was just wondering how she measured up.

  Her question stopped him in his tracks. “My share, I guess.” Women came on to him all the time. None of the McCoy brothers had ever had a hard time getting a woman. Despite Skye’s assertion, he wondered how much of the attraction lay within himself and how much was the name. “None more beautiful than you, you can rest easy on that score.” He kissed her again and set her down. Talking about other women with Skye seemed strange, and he had no intention of asking her how many men she’d been with. He didn’t want to know.

  His answer made her smile and that made him happy. They came to the park service fence, but it was a low one. They easily maneuvered over it. She stopped and just stared. “Look at it. Isn’t it magnificent?”

  Noah let his eyes rove over Enchanted Rock. “I’ve heard a lot of strange stories about it.” Like most people, he seldom appreciated what was around him all the time. Like his family. And now that he found out it might all be a lie, he longed to wake up from the bad dream. Taking things for granted was a dangerous thing.

  Skye slowed down, grasped his hand and they began to walk toward it. “To my people, Enchanted Rock is a special place. It’s more than just a mountain made of pink granite, it’s a symbol of our heritage. For thousands of years, they worshiped here, considering it a place set apart by the Creator as a shrine. There are tales of spirits, an unearthly glow and whispers of gold and silver. Many still come here for prayer and ceremony. The Rock inspires awe and reverence. There is a sense of being here that I can’t find anywhere else. To me, this mountain is holy.”

  Noah let her lead him as they began the ascent, the path winding around the enigmatic landmark like a serpent. “Rising over three hundred feet above an oak savannah, this batholith Rock covers a square mile. But what you see is only the tip of the iceberg. Beneath the surface of the earth, this same mountain covers a hundred square miles.”

  “You love it here, don’t you?”

  “Yes, my father brought me here several times and Lance has even come with me. I chose this place now because I need to ground myself. I need to decide what kind of person I’m going to be so I can get the journey of my life on the right path.”

  Considering what he had been going through, Noah wished he could do the same thing. “I think you are very wise.” As they climbed, he helped her at times, although she probably didn’t need it. Skye seemed self-sufficient. But it made him happy to touch her, to make it easier for her.

  “There’s a rhythm, a natural order of things, a perfect energy which empowers all aspects of life. When one becomes aware of this energy, it doesn’t make you special or unique, it reminds us that life goes on. We can make the most out of what we’re given, or throw up our hands and quit. There isn’t some grand scheme. What we make of our life is up to us, it’s our choice.” Brave words, Skye thought. Yet, she believed them. Just because prejudice hampered her, or the fact that the Langley’s had stolen her father and years of her life didn’t mean she had to throw away her future.

  Finally they reached the summit. Because of the early hour, they were alone. For a few moments they stood and looked around, taking in the view of the Llano Uplift. Feeling a chill, Skye turned to him and fit herself against his body, wordlessly asking to be held. He didn’t disappoint. “Do you want to sit down and let me hold you?” She nodded her head and he found a place, cradling her next to him, blocking the wind from her body. Long strands of her hair whipped against his face and he felt peaceful. Noah watched her face. She was listening. “What do you hear?”

  She laid her head back on his shoulder. “The wind, but within it seems to be voices. I am trying to listen with my heart.”

  “I’ll hold you while you listen.” He placed his hand over her heart, not a come-on move, but one of comfort.

  For long minutes, they were silent. Skye let a peace envelop her, a peace she hadn’t felt since her mother was alive, before Lance had left home. “Thank you for coming with me, Noah.”

  “My pleasure. You’ve had a sad life, losing your parents. When did your dad die?”

  “He died when I was sixteen.” She wanted to tell him the details so bad, but it would just start up questions which she was too afraid to answer. Skye wasn’t ready for Noah to walk away from her yet, and she knew in her heart that she could never bring herself to link her life with his—not on a permanent basis, because she never wanted to hamper him in any way.

  “My parents,” he almost stammered. But they were his parents, they had loved him. Noah had no qualms admitting that. No matter what the circumstances of his birth actually were, Sue and Sebastian had given him a home. “My parents were killed in a flash flood. Their car was swept off a bridge. I was the same age that you were—sixteen.”

  “I’m sorry.” She clasped his forearms as they hugged her up. “At least you had your brothers. It’s obvious they all love you. And Aron, he will come home. I can feel it.” She did have a sense the elder McCoy would return. Not that she claimed to be psychic, but sometimes things just made sense to her, like a forewarning. When she’d confronted Charles Lambert, she’d known it wouldn’t end well, but the need to defend her father had overpowered her instincts of self-preservation.

  “God, I hope so.” Noah needed Aron. He needed him to come back and set everything right. If Aron had been here, Noah would have went right to him with his
questions and his heartbreak. “Libby needs him. We all do.” He buried his face in her neck. “Lance wasn’t around when your dad passed?”

  “No, he’d left home when he graduated high school, I was five. When I was twelve my mom slipped in the bathroom and hit her head, she died. I had been at a friend’s house and Dad was watching a ball game on television. He heard the noise, but thought she had dropped something. He got engrossed in the game and when he finally went to check on her. She was dead. He blamed himself, but Lance blamed Elijah too. Dad moved us away. Lance and I lost touch. We didn’t find one another again until last year.” She could still remember the day he walked into the room where she was sitting behind the heavy glass. They could only talk on the phone. He’d been heartbroken and totally shocked. She’d tried to explain, but even to her own ears her story had sounded far-fetched. If a jury could put her behind bars, would her brother believe her? He had and he’d begun to tirelessly work with her attorney to bring the evidence to light which had been long buried.

  “I’m glad you found each other again, not only because you are family, but because it led you to me.” He nuzzled the side of her face. “We’ve had a hard time. Do you know about my last girlfriend? Harper?”

  She did, a little bit. But she wanted to hear it from him. “Just that you broke up and she hurt you and you were injured defending her.” All of this had taken place just before Aron’s wedding.

  “Well, it’s not pretty.” He took one of her hands in his and began rubbing her fingers, passing his thumb over her palm. “Harper had been my dream girl. She moved here while I was in college. Typical blonde bombshell, she swept me off my feet.”

  Skye had to laugh at his explanation. “You like blondes, I take it.”

  “I like you.” He squeezed her tight. “I admit, I thought I was in love. I thought she was the one. But gradually she showed me a side of herself that I couldn’t handle.” He paused and Skye waited. “She was into BDSM, the hardcore stuff. Harper liked pain and the whole idea of hurting her to get her off just turned my stomach. I’m not narrow-minded…”