That night Sky couldn't fall asleep.
She lay restless in her bed, tossing and turning in her sweaty sheets, unable to relax. Her encounter with Hawk earlier that night had left her hot and bothered, and she knew her own hands wouldn't bring her the release or satisfaction she craved for.
She needed him, needed his hands on her skin, needed his lips on her neck, needed to hear the sounds of wanting and wonder when he had her.
With a frustrated groan, she rolled to her side and took her phone from the nightstand - it was 1 am already and she was still awake.
She bit her lip, undecided - then opened the app and started typing.
Sky: can't sleep
u awake?
It took only a heartbeat for an answer to pop up on the screen.
Hawk: I'm awake
u okay?
The worry behind that question moved Sky's heart. He knew that sometimes she couldn't sleep, that some nights the terrors of her past came knocking on the door and stole her night's rest. Hell, even during this holiday Sky had woken up in the middle of a nightmare more than once, screaming and crying, watching Kat die again and again and again.
It wasn't something she had wanted Hawk to know about her, but now he did - and it had changed absolutely nothing between them. Yet another reminder for Sky that there was nothing she needed to keep secret from him.
He knew all her darkest secrets, and still, he wanted to be with her and if that wasn't true love, Sky didn't know what was.
Sky: I'm fine
Just thinking about you
Hawk: what about me?
Sky: take a guess
Hawk: I hope it's something dirty
Sky: maybe
Wanna meet me in the downstairs bathroom in 5
She waited for an answer for a short while, her heart ticking fast in her throat, the restless, hot need billowing in her gut.
Hawk: on my way
His eager reply brought a grin to Sky's lips. She tossed the phone back to the nightstand, got up from the bed, and was already at the door when she realized with a shock that she was forgetting something important, and turned on her heels. A minute later she was rushing down the dark staircase, clutching a pack of condoms in her fingers.
The bathroom was behind the kitchen, at the other end of the house. As Sky approached, she could see the narrow stream of light entering the dark hallway from under the door, indicating that Hawk had been faster than her. Her bare feet were silent on the tiled floor, but still, she stopped before entering, turned to look over her shoulder to make sure no one had followed her - but the house was quiet and peaceful, their parents no doubt in deep sleep.
Sky laid her hand on the door handle, and took in a breath, suddenly nervous. It wasn't just because she feared they might be interrupted.
I said we should take it slow. What the heck am I doing?
It had been three weeks since the last time they'd had sex - and during those weeks they had been on a break, and gotten back together, Sky's heart had been broken and she had wanted to die - and they still hadn't really talked about it at all. Sky still hadn't gotten an answer on why Hawk had started that mall fight, and also… she still felt like he was keeping something from her. Like he wasn't telling her everything.
The wrongness she had sensed between them on their first days in Rome had diminished, but sometimes she could still feel it, like a nagging voice in the back of her head trying to tell her she was missing something.
She had wanted to take it slow, for a reason. And now she was sneaking into a bathroom with Hawk to have sex, less than a week later?
Not smart, girl. Not smart at all.
But he was her boyfriend, and she loved him. And she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life, and she didn't want to be smart anymore. She didn't want to be responsible. She didn't want to think anymore, she only wanted the oblivion that she knew waited for her in his arms.
Silencing her inner voice of worry, She opened the door and slipped into the bathroom silently as a ghost, her hand trembling slightly as she locked the door behind her.
Hawk was wearing a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, and he was barefoot. His hair was down for the night, the soft red strands fell to his forehead and around his ears, calling Sky's fingers to brush them. He leaned on the countertop by the sink, looking a bit nervous, and when she stepped in, his throat bobbed at the sight of her.
He was beautiful, the harsh light of the bathroom painted his high cheekbones, casting dark shadows under them. The line of his jaw was sharp, his mouth full and soft, the scar a beautiful, red mark on his lip, like painted there with a brush.
"You couldn't sleep either?" she asked.
He reached a hand and pulled her close, against his chest so that she had to look up to be able to meet his eye.
"No, I couldn't."
"What kept you awake?"
"You," he replied softly.
She gave him a slow grin. "What, couldn't stop thinking about me?"
"I can never stop thinking about you. You know that." A short silence, his throat bobbed. "Were you… thinking about me? The way you said you would?"
"Would you like that?"
"It's the hottest thing I can think of."
"Pervert," Sky breathed and leaned closer to him, tilting up her face in an invitation to kiss.
He obeyed her silent plea and buried his long fingers into her hair, pressing his mouth softly on hers. He tasted like peppermint toothpaste, and his lips were soft, hot, perfect. She melted under that kiss, all her insecurities and fears evaporated, leaving behind only the raw need to have him close, closer - inside of her like it was fucking meant to be.
The kiss turned deep fast. His lips were hungry on hers, his hands impatient as he kissed her like a man starved. He breathed into the burning desire that had been smoldering inside of Sky's gut all day since their encounter at the pool, and soon she was burning, frames licking her heart, pure fire pumping through her veins.
Her T-shirt had to go. She started peeling it off, but he was the one who ripped it off her with restless, fast hands.
"Are you… sure?" He breathed throatily, his hands finding the softness of her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples that turned hard under his touch.
"Yes," she replied, sliding her hands under his shirt, feeling the smooth skin and hard muscle of his abdomen. "I need you."
That was all it took. With a groan, he pulled off his shirt revealing his gorgeous upper body to her - a fucking work of art. Every muscle was perfect, beautiful, lean, and strong. Sky could barely contain herself - she wanted to feel every inch of his chest against her own, she wanted his strong arms around her, she wanted those beautiful hands, their long, delicate fingers digging into her skin. She wanted to taste the skin of his neck, to lick and suck it until he'd whimper and writhe and call out her name with the raspy, low voice that sent shivers down her spine.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he rasped, his lips traveling down her neck. His hands were running up and down her back, caressing every smooth plane and curve. "That bikini, fucking Hell, Sky—"
That made her grin. "I should've worn that."
"Next time, maybe."
"It's a deal."
His lips found hers again, his tongue entered her mouth and Sky succumbed to the kiss. His hands gripped her waist, pulled her close, her breasts squeezed against his chest, and feeling her hardened nipples against his skin, he groaned into her mouth.
"Shit, Sky—" he rasped throatily, his hot breathing fanning her lips. "I fucking want you."
"Then stop talking, and fucking have me already."
A low groan left his lips, and he turned them around and with one swift move he lifted her so that she was sitting on the countertop and he was standing between her legs. He was kissing her fervently, his hands feeling the curves of her hips as he pushed himself closer to her, his narrow hips between her thighs. Sky could clearly feel his arousal against her crotch, and the soft rocking of his hips was driving her absolutely nuts.
Squirming, she started removing her pajama shorts, and he helped her with eager hands. He threw the shorts to the floor, and seeing her sitting naked on the countertop, made his throat bob and his eyes turn dark. The way he looked at her went straight to her gut like a bolt of lightning.
She laid a hand on his chest, her index finger tracing her name that was etched on his skin. She still couldn't believe it, that he would actually do it, that he would have her name tattooed over his heart, that he loved her so much he thought it would last forever.
Sky hadn't thought anyone would love her like that, except for Kat and Dad, but that was different. Kat had been her sister, and Dad - well he kinda had to love her, no matter how flawed she was. But Hawk? He didn't have to love her - he had chosen that himself, and that's why it was more precious than any love Sky had ever known.
"I love you," he breathed as if reading her mind.
She placed a hand over the tattoo, feeling the frantic beat of his heart through the layers of skin, muscle, bone.
"I love you too."
He groaned, and kissed her again, his lips now hungry and needy on hers. The taste of his mouth, all peppermint toothpaste and sex, worked like a drug, leaving Sky high-headed and breathless. His hands were now on her thighs, fingers gripping the soft, bare skin hard, the calloused palms sending shivers through her body.
"You're sure the door is locked?" He rasped, breaking the kiss. "And that everyone's asleep? Cause I fucking don't want anyone walking in on us—"
"I'm sure," She breathed. "Just stop talking and fucking fuck me already—"
Her words made him growl, and with impatient hands he pushed down his sweats and underwear, revealing his gorgeous dick in all its glory. Sky's mouth went dry with need at the sight of it - all red and hard, standing erect against his abdomen, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It was beautiful, like every part of him was beautiful, and she wanted it.
She reached a hand to touch him, and it twitched as she gripped her finger around it. Pulling a moan from him, she began to caress his dick, her fingers running up and down his length, spreading the slickness on him.
She raised her eyes to his face, to his lips that parted as he started breathing heavily, to his eyes that were half-closed in pleasure, and he was beautiful, he was gorgeous, he was breathtaking. She loved him more than anything, wanted to see him looking at her like this, his eyes dark and full of lust, forever and ever and ever.
Maybe she should have his name tattooed on her skin too? Maybe this would last forever? Maybe she was deserving of such love, such happiness?
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Sky pulled him closer. She pressed his dick against her slick core with her hand, and he moaned again, the tone of his voice low and throaty. Sky couldn't keep quiet herself - she had missed this like crazy, feeling his super hard erection pressed tightly between her slick folds, rubbing her clit—
"That feels so good—" she moaned, as he began to rock his hips, not pushing inside yet, but sliding his dick against her slickness, making her toes curl.
"Yeah?"
"Uh-huh," she barely managed an answer. "Shit, Eli—"
He continued, replacing her hand with his own, pressing his dick between her folds, making sure it touched her clit, rubbing it against her in slow, agonizing circles, and in no time Sky was breathing fast and shallow, and throaty moans were escaping her lips - she forgot all about having to keep quiet.
"Tell me what you want," he breathed.
"I want you—" she was almost sobbing now, insane waves of pleasure shooting through her body, but the emptiness inside of her was killing her. She wanted him, needed him inside of her, now—
"Fuck, Sky—"
She gripped his dick and guided the tip to her entrance, knowing very well that they needed a condom, but unable to wait another moment. His fingers gripped hard on her hips, telling her she wasn't the only one who couldn't wait, and he pushed in.
It was better than she had even remembered, it was the best thing in the whole fucking world. His narrow hips between her thighs, the divine thickness of his dick that stretched her to her limit, the way his fingers dug into her skin, into the softness of her hips - it blew her mind, it made her want to give him everything.
"Oh God—!" She moaned softly, her head falling back. "Please, Eli—!"
"Fuck, babe—" his words were nothing but a low growl. His grip moved to her thighs, Sky dug her heels into his ass as he began to move, his thrusts first slow to give her time to adjust, but soon they turned faster, harder.
Sky felt with agonizing clarity every inch of his cock as it entered her, oh so fucking deep. Every thrust was pushing her closer to the edge, making her lose herself a bit more. She bit her lip not to moan so loudly, but it was impossible to keep quiet. His dick inside of her body was perfection, and she needed it, she could fucking feel it reach every part of her body, sending waves of pleasure through her system.
"So good—" she panted, her voice coming out strangled. "You're so fucking good—"
Her words made him groan and grip her harder. His thrusts were faster now, his hips snapping into her ruthlessly.
"You missed this?" he growled.
"Yes!"
"Tell me you need me—"
"I fucking need you," she was almost sobbing now. "Please, Eli, I need you so bad—"
"Fuck—!" He moaned and leaned to kiss her. Their lips molded together, tongues met. It was sloppy and hot and wet just like everything between their bodies. The sounds of flesh against flesh filled the small bathroom, the low grunts that were born deep inside Hawk's chest mixed with Sky's breathy moans, and she was climbing an unspeakable high, climbing higher with every thrust of his dick into her tightness—
"Right there—" she breathed, "Jesus Christ, don't stop—"
He gave her what she asked for, fucked her relentlessly with a steady, fast, hard pace, and before she knew it, she was coming.
"ohmygod—!" she cried, her legs trembling around his waist. "Eli—!"
She completely succumbed to the pleasure. It was like falling from a plane, it sucked the air from her lungs and sent her spinning into darkness. Roses bloomed on her closed eyelids, she saw sparkles, felt them coursing through her body. It was pure bliss, better than any drug she had ever tried - and she had tried many. Suddenly everything made sense - everything she felt was trust and love, breathtaking, mind-blowing love that crushed her heart against her ribs and left her a whimpering mess.
She came to slowly, soft whines and moans still leaving her lips. Hawk was still buried deep between her legs, his dick still hard inside of her.
"Was it good?" He asked throatily, leaning to press his forehead against hers. Slowly he pulled out of her.
"Jesus, Eli. It was fucking perfect."
"Sky… I almost fucking came too," he groaned. "Without a condom—"
Sky gasped in a shocked breath. "Shit! I forgot the condom—"
"I know, me too," he said. "I'm sorry."
"But you didn't come, right?"
He shook his head, the red strands of his hair fell to his eyes and he brushed them behind his ear, "No, don't worry."
He picked up the pack Sky had tossed to the sink and started opening a tin foil wrapper, his hands trembling slightly. Sky looked at that sight, her heart filling her chest completely, so that it was hard to even breathe.
She laid a hand on his, and he looked up from the condom and met her eyes.
"Is it… a lot better without a condom?" she asked.
The red spots on his high cheekbones seemed to grow.
"Well, yeah. It is." he admitted. "It's like… I can feel everything." He paused and wet his lips. "But I don't… I mean, I don't wanna get you pregnant or anything, so—"
"You wanna finish without a condom?"
Hawk's throat bobbed, his eyes widened. "What… what do you mean?"
"I keep track of my cycle," she replied. "Today should be safe."
"Should be?"
She shrugged. "Well, yeah. But if you wanna use the condom—"
In less than a heartbeat, he had thrown the half-opened condom over his shoulder and his hands were back on her hips. His peppermint-tasted lips crashed to hers and he groaned into the kiss, snuggling back between her legs. With one long shove, he pushed his rock-hard erection back in, so deep into her that Sky gasped.
"Jesus—" he groaned as he bottomed out. "You feel so fucking perfect—"
The feeling of his dick back inside of her sensitive flesh made a soft moan fall from her lips. "So do you."
But he wasn't going to talk more. The look in his dark eyes was so full of lust and need it took Sky's breath away, the way his hands gripped her hips would leave marks on her skin, but she didn't even care.
"I'm yours," she breathed - forgetting those were the words she had sworn she'd never say to anyone, forgetting Matt had tormented her by claiming he owned her. Because this was different - nothing in this moment reminded her of Matt or of the things that had broken her, and all she knew was that she belonged.
He was her home.
"I'm yours," she moaned as he began to move, his hips snapping into her harder, faster, his dick stretching her open again and again. "I'm yours, Eli—"
"Sky—" his voice was nothing but a strangled groan. "Oh fuck, fuck, Sky I love you—"
His strong hands pinned her hips down against the cold marble of the countertop so that she couldn't move. He drove his dick into her fiercely, with fast, erratic thrusts that hit her so deep it almost hurt.
He was so beautiful when he climaxed - that was all Sky could think about. His burning cheeks, his eyes that were screwed shut, his mouth that fell open - the fast rising and falling of his chest and shoulders as he fought to catch a breath. And Oh God, she felt his dick so deep inside of her, throbbing as he gave her every last drop of his cum.
It was hard to believe that she could make someone feel that good. That he loved her like this, that he needed her like he needed the air he breathed.
He collapsed against her, and Sky wrapped her arms and legs around his shivering body. His hot breathing fell on the moist skin of her neck, and she ran her fingers through his hair, caressing him softly, letting him slowly come down from his high. Inside of her, she felt him softening and when he pulled out of her, she felt a stream of his hot cum dripping off her too.
Slowly he straightened, his chest still heaving, and took a look at Sky - still there on the countertop, him standing between her legs. His glance stopped on her cunt, his throat bobbed.
"Shit, Sky—" he managed through his thick throat. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen."
Sky blushed, and sat up, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. "Maybe I should get on the pill? Then we wouldn't have to use condoms at all."
"You don't have to do that because of me. I mean… of course, I'd love that, but—" he stopped mid-sentence, took a deep breath. "But only if you want it too."
"I'll think about it. When we get back home, I'll talk to dad." And after a small moment. "I like it better without a condom too, you know."
He picked up his clothes from the floor and stepped in his underwear, started getting dressed.
"Did you mean it?" He asked after a short moment when pulling his T-shirt over his head.
"Mean what?"
Sky stepped down from the countertop, and as she did so, she felt a sticky stream of cum dripping down her thighs.
Shower. I definitely need a shower.
But I can't take a shower at this time without waking up the whole house.
"When you said that you're mine," Hawk's voice came out raspy and low. "Or was it just sex talk?"
Sky's heart thumped in her chest. She forgot the shower, forgot to look for her clothes that lay crumpled on the floor. She turned to face Hawk, stepped closer to him, and let him pull her against his chest, her arms snaking around his waist.
"I meant it," she said. "You are mine and I am yours. And nothing can change that."
When he kissed her, Sky knew that in every sense that mattered, she was home already.
