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Chapter Fifteen
Skye
The sound of the TV wakes me and I stretch as my eyes flutter open. I'm in an unfamiliar room and I am not wearing a T-shirt. I blink and freeze for a few moments when I realize that I'm at Kingston's apartment and I'm lying in his bed.
My eyes immediately flicker to the left and the right of me, but he's not in bed with me. A shudder of slight disappointment passes through me as I reach down to see if I have on any panties. I do. I try to think back and realize that Kingston had been giving me a massage and I must have fallen asleep.
I look over at the clock on the nightstand and it's only two o'clock in the morning. So I hadn't slept very long. I wonder where Kingston is and all of a sudden, I feel thirsty again. I slide out of the bed, look around, and head to the closet. I pull a T-shirt out and throw it on and creep down the hallway back toward the living room.
Kingston's making some weird noises and I think he’s sleeping, until I hear my name coming from his mouth.
"Fuck yes, Skye," he says, and I stop dead, my jaw dropping open as I take in the scene in front of me.
Kingston's lying on the couch, shirtless, with only a pair of boxers on. His hand is surrounding his very thick and very long cock and is moving back and forth quickly. I feel my throat dry as I watch him masturbating. I am in absolute shock and I don't know if I should say anything. I take another step forward, hoping that he'll see me, but he doesn't.
"Fuck yeah. Cum for me," he moans. "Do you like it when I play with you like that? Fuck, you're so tight," he pauses and my heart jumps for a few seconds. "Yeah, Skye. Yeah, sit on my face again. Oh yeah, like that."
My jaw drops and I feel like watching my boss on his couch playing with himself thinking about me has sobered me up more than any breakfast meal has ever done.
"Oh my God, Skye. I'm about to cum," he mutters and I gasp.
He freezes and stops. His eyes move toward me and he sits up. "Skye?"
I clear my throat and lick my lips nervously. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck I think to myself.
"I'm just looking for some water," I say, holding my hands out ahead of me and pretending that I'm sleepwalking. "Can I have some water?"
"Skye?" He jumps up and heads toward me now.
I stare at him and then look down at his cock and then back into his face. "Yeah?"
"Were you just watching me?" He raises a single eyebrow.
I lick my lips nervously as I look back down at his still-hard penis. "Um, you want to put that thing away? It could do someone some damage."
He stares at me for a couple of seconds, confused, and then he looks down.
“Fuck," he says, as he slips his cock back into his boxers. "I thought you were asleep.”
"I think maybe the TV came on and it woke me up. I'm a little bit of a light sleeper and I was just going to get some water and make sure you're okay because I was in the bed by myself and..." I realize I'm rambling. "I did not mean to stare at you doing that. I..." I lick my lips nervously. "Sorry."
"I'm sorry you had to see that," he says. "You want some more water?"
"Yes, please." I nod.
He looks at the T-shirt I'm wearing and grins. "You got good taste."
I look down and see the Metallica logo spread across my chest. "Yeah, it was the first T-shirt I found."
"You didn't want to walk out here topless?"
"Not really," I say. "But maybe you would've liked that."
"Maybe," he says. He heads toward the kitchen and opens the fridge and takes out the bottle of Sanpellegrino and grabs another glass.
I move to stand next to him, trying not to stare at his naked, tan chest. He really is built.
"Here you go."
