Somebody Else's Sky (Something in the Way 2)

“Toss me one of those.”

She brought a condom over and put it in my open palm. “I got the extra-large. Wishful thinking, I guess.”

I couldn’t help my laugh. “Careful what you wish for.”

Her eyes lit up. “Really?”

I kissed her. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could wait. She pressed her body up to mine and I put a hand on her ass. When she had my pants down, she pulled back to look down. Her eyes widened. “Holy shit.”

I was hard as a rock, but that wasn’t the reason for her shock. My rock was more of a boulder. Thanks to communal showers, I’d seen more dicks than I ever wanted to, and I knew what I had. My hard-on was painful, and I was ashamed to admit I’d had it since dinner. Tiffany had run her fingernails over my thigh under the table like it was nothing.

Smoking that cigarette was supposed to help, but then Lake had showed up. Something about her bare feet was so sweet, it’d pissed me off. She made my emotions go haywire. One moment it was everything to keep my hands off her, the next I was reacting to her, helpless, and I hated that feeling. I never wanted to give up control again. If I’d never met her, I wouldn’t be in this fucking mess, but I cared too deeply for her to just walk away. It was confusing as hell.

And so was this, my girlfriend stripping down to her black lingerie while I thought about her seventeen-year-old sister. I needed to be more fucking careful. Shouldn’t be thinking about Lake that way at all, and definitely not while I was with Tiffany.

I pushed all thoughts of Lake out of my head and put my hands on Tiffany’s shoulders. “Listen. I’m going to go as slow as a man in my positon can,” I said. “If I get a little too rough, stop me.”

She blinked at me. “Why would I stop you?”

“To put it nicely, I’m eager, Tiff.”

“Manning.” She wrapped her hands on the outsides of my forearms. “I’m not breakable. I’m not like some innocent little virgin who has no experience whatsoever.” I only just grasped the dig at her sister before she pressed on. “Did I expect classical music and roses and lovemaking tonight? No. We can do that later. Right now, I want to be what you need.”

Her words worked their way down my chest, straight to my cock. What I needed was a girl who could take it as good as I gave it. That was Tiffany. Had it been Lake in front of me . . . the filthy things I wanted to do . . .

Overnight she started to change . . .

Was that any way to think about the wide-eyed girl who’d come onto a construction site to thank me for finding her bracelet? She’d been fucking timid and kind and sixteen, and I’d still looked at her and wanted to possess her. That was how I knew I was no good. A decent man would’ve looked at Lake and seen a girl, nothing more.

You don’t know what it’s like to watch a girl become a woman.

I stuck the condom between my teeth, ripped open the foil packet, and spit out the top scrap. I had to be inside Tiffany now. I needed her. I needed to lose myself, set fire to my thoughts. I rolled the condom on.

“How do you want me?” she asked.

My balls tightened as I turned Tiffany around and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. I took a minute to appreciate what was in front, running my hands over her slender shoulders, over the tiny dark freckles that spotted her back, down her spine.

She shuddered.

I tested her with my finger, and when I found her wet, I nudged my cock between her legs.

She fell forward over the bed, spreading for me. My fucked-up brain saw long blonde hair and smooth back and Lake and I drove into her.

She hissed. “Mmm.”

“Sorry.” My heart pounded. She wasn’t wet enough. Why would she be? I’d done nothing to warm her up. She writhed a little on the mattress, and I only grew harder for her squirming. All those sordid fantasies I’d had about her, now I was living them. I needed to calm the fuck down.

“Babe?” she said.

“Yeah.”

“Get the lube, okay? It’s in the drawer. Then you can go as hard as you want.”

A sense of gratitude came over me. She could’ve told me to fuck off for going too fast, but she was trying to give me what I needed. I slid out of her and went to the nightstand. While I was there, I peeled off the condom in case I’d broken it. I put a new one on, and turned back to her. I did the best I could in my animal state to make sure she came.