~Sky~
I spent the whole damn day stewing, walking in circles around the city like an idiot until my feet hurt and my head hurt worse, replaying that breakfast disaster on loop until I wanted to punch something, preferably Dan's stupid face. By the time the sun started dropping I was back at his place, letting myself in with the spare key he'd left on the counter like he trusted me not to rob him blind, which, fair, but still annoying how easy he made everything.
The anger had cooled into this prickly, itchy thing under my skin. So I did the most ridiculous, petty, horny thing possible: I went to that sketchy little market stall two blocks over the one with the knockoff everything and bought the sluttiest, cheapest piece of lingerie they had hanging in the back. Black lace thing, barely there, straps that looked like they'd snap if you breathed wrong, crotchless because why the hell not go all in on the humiliation. It was ugly as sin, too small in the chest, too tight everywhere else, and I looked like a budget porn parody when I squeezed into it in his bathroom mirror. My ribs were screaming, the lace was scratching my skin raw, and I had to keep yanking the straps up because they kept sliding off my bony shoulders. Perfect. Exactly the level of pathetic I was aiming for.
I waited on his couch in nothing but that stupid getup and one of his hoodies thrown over it like a trench coat, legs crossed, trying to look casual while my heart hammered so hard I thought it might crack a rib. I may have done so many terrible things but this is the first time I was trying out something like this. The door clicked open around eight. Keys jingling. His boots hitting the floor. Then silence when he saw me.
"Sky?" Voice flat with confusion. Then a light chuckle like he was mocking me. "What the fuck are you wearing?"
I stood up slowly, letting the hoodie slide off my shoulders and pool at my feet. Stood there in the lace like I'd meant to do this my whole life instead of deciding it five hours ago in a rage spiral.
He froze in the doorway, jacket halfway off one arm, eyes going wide then dark then wide again like his brain was short-circuiting. "Holy shit."
"Yeah," I said, voice sharper than I wanted. "Holy shit is right."
He shut the door behind him without looking, kicked his shoes off, took two steps toward me then stopped like he'd hit an invisible wall. "Is this… are you okay? Did something happen?"
I laughed. "Oh I'm great. Fantastic. Just thought I'd remind you what you forgot, since your whiskey-soaked brain decided last night was optional viewing."
His face fell so fast it was almost funny. Almost. "Sky… "
"Shut up." I closed the distance, shoved both hands against his chest hard enough that he stumbled back a step, then another until his legs hit the couch and he dropped down onto it with a grunt. I climbed onto his lap before he could recover, straddling him, knees digging into the cushions on either side of his hips. "Don't talk yet. Just sit there and remember."
He stared up at me, hands hovering like he wasn't sure if touching was allowed. "I'm sorry. I already said.. "
"I don't want you to say sorry. Isn't it clocking to you. " I grabbed his wrists, slammed them down on the armrests behind him, leaned in until our noses almost touched. "I want you to feel it. All of it. The way you felt last night when you were begging me to relax so your knot could fit. When you called me baby and meant it. When you came so hard you forgot my name. I want that back in your head. Right now."
His breath hitched. Eyes flicking down to my mouth, then lower, taking in the lace stretched tight over my chest, the way it rode up my thighs, the fact that I was already half-hard just from the anger and the proximity and the sheer absurdity of this whole setup. "Fuck, you look ridiculous though ," he muttered, but his voice was wrecked, pupils blown. "And so goddamn hot I can't think."
"You think? ." I ground down against him once, hard, felt him twitch under me. "That's the point."
I slid off his lap, dropped to my knees between his legs, yanked his belt open with zero finesse, buckle clanging loud, zipper rasping down. He lifted his hips when I tugged, helped me shove his jeans and boxers to his thighs. Cock sprang free, already thick and leaking at the tip like he'd been thinking about me all day too. Asshole.
I didn't tease. I didn't have the patience. Wrapped my hand around the base, licked a long stripe from balls to tip, then took him in deep on the first go. No warm-up. Just wet heat and tight suction and the choked groan he let out when I hit the back of my throat.
"Jesus…. Sky…. " Hands flew to my hair, not pushing, just gripping like he needed something to hold onto. "Fuck, slow down, I'm gonna…. "
I pulled off with a wet pop, glared up at him. "No you're not. Not yet."
He groaned, head thumping back against the couch. "You're evil."
"Damn right." I went back down, slower this time, tongue flat, cheeks hollowed, bobbing steady while my free hand cupped his balls, rolled them gently then tighter until he hissed. Kept him right on the edge sucked hard, then eased off, licked circles around the head, then deep again until his thighs were shaking and he was babbling nonsense.
"Please… fuck… let me…. "
I pulled off completely, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, stood up. "No."
He stared at me, chest heaving, cock red and slick and throbbing against his stomach. "You're killing me."
"Get up." I grabbed his shirt, yanked him to his feet. "Bedroom. Now."
He stumbled after me, jeans still around his thighs, looking dazed and desperate. I pushed him down onto the mattress on his back, climbed over him, straddled his waist again. Leaned down and kissed him, our tongues sliding, biting his lip until he grunted. He kissed back just as hard, hands finally moving, sliding up my thighs, thumbs brushing the lace edges where they dug into my skin.
"You're gonna bruise," he muttered against my mouth.
"Good. Will match the ones you left on me."
He winced. "I'm sorry… "
"Stop apologizing." I rocked against him, lace scraping over his cock, making us both hiss. "Just fuck me like you remember."
I reached for the nightstand, grabbed the lube, shoved the bottle into his hand. "Do it."
He flipped us fast too fast had me on my back before I could blink, hovering over me, eyes searching my face. "You sure?"