Chapter Eight - A day from hell

Brandon

I have had a day from hell! Everything had been going wrong, and everyone was pissing me off. I had to leave the office early before I lost my shit with everyone. I needed everyone to keep a distance. The only person I wanted to see was Skyla, but she was going to spend time writing today while Kelsey was working. We had plans for later tonight. She is having dinner with Kelsey and will come to mine, but I don’t want to wait until later.

I start the journey to see her, stopping in at a salad bar to get us some lunch, smoothies and coffee because I have a feeling she probably hasn’t eaten since breakfast and even at that, she probably has something like a damn banana which isn’t nearly enough.

I arrived outside the apartment building and took my cell out to call her. It rings a couple of times before she answers, “Good afternoon, sir.” She giggles on the other end. Her giggle is enough to make me smile.

“Good day, beautiful. How is the writing coming along?” I hear her sigh, and I think that answers my questions, “I have done some, but not nearly enough. I have been staring at the cursor for the last half an hour. I swear the little fucker likes to torment me.” She whines.

“Less of the potty mouth, Miss Skyla. It isn’t very ladylike,” I chuckle. I am only teasing, “You don’t seem to have any issues when you are the one making me curse.” I couldn’t see her, but I knew she would have a smirk on her lips.

“Mmm, no, I don’t,” I groan, flashbacks in my mind of her laying below me squirming as I work her over with my mouth and fingers. She snickers at my reaction, “Having dirty thoughts now, Brandon?”

“Angel, I always have dirty thoughts about you. Oh, and by the way, I am outside. See you in two.” I reply smugly, ending the call.

I gather everything up and head into the building and to her floor. I knock loudly on the door. I hear her rushing around before coming to answer the door.

“A warning would have been nice! Look at the state of me,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at me. She doesn’t look a mess at all. She has joggers and a sports bra on. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun and make up free.

“What fun would that have been, gorgeous? You don’t look like a state, either. You look fine.” I run my eyes over her. The sports bra makes her breasts nice and firm. My eyes move down to her bare stomach and the curves of her hips, and I can’t stop myself from licking my lips before diverting my attention back to her face.

Skyla’s cheeks were red now, and her lower lip was between her teeth, nibbling on it, “I want a kiss.” I demand. If my hands were as full, I would pull her to me and kiss her.

“Nope!” she says slyly, walking away. Oh, she is in for it now. I place everything down on the table close to me and rush after her.

I grab her hips from behind, pulling her back to my front. She whimpers, “Did you really think I was going to let you get away from me so easily, sweetness?” I swing her around to face and press her back to the closest wall.

She moans, and I step into her, “Don’t pretend like you don’t want my lips on yours,” I pin her hands to the wall above her head. Her breathing became louder, and her tongue darts out of her mouth.

I hold her hands in place with one of mine and use the other to grip her face, and press my lips to her roughly. Skyla gasps against my lips, her nails digging into my hand, and she kisses me back, rolling her hips into me. I hiss, doing the same back to her, and she cries out. I love how easily I can take control of her body.

I hesitantly part my lips from hers, stepping back, “What the fuck?” she protests, “We need to eat first and then I can put my mouth to better use.” Skyla squeezes her thighs together, knowing exactly what I mean.

I laugh loudly and walk away, picking the food and drinks up to take them to the living room. Skyla’s laptop is on the table, open, and there is a notepad next to it, crumpled-up paper on the floor. I am tempted to sneak a peek, but it would be disrespectful of me, so instead, I close her laptop over. I pick the paper from the floor, tossing it in the trash as she appears in front of me, flustered and her breathing still heavy.

I pat the spot next to me. She mutters something under her breath, rolls her eyes but does finally sit next to me.

“What is wrong, sweetness? Are you frustrated now?” I say innocently, “Hush and eat your food.” She huffs.

I reach over, resting my hand on her thigh, “Don’t be like that. I promise to make it up to you,” I smile sweetly at her, “You better!” she warns.

I removed my hand from her thigh, reached for her lunch and handed it to her, “Thank you. Are you on your lunch break or something? You mentioned you were working all day.” She questions, opening her salad box and tucking in.

“No. My day thus far has been shit, so I left the office,” I reply honestly, “And you came to see me?” she seems surprised by the idea.

“Yes, because I knew seeing you would make me feel better,” I say brightly, “Aww, that’s sweet.” She gushes, blushing again.

She plants a soft kiss on my cheek, grinning widely at me and turns her attention back to her food. I smile, doing the same. It is a strange feeling for me, my stress disappearing because I am in her presence.

We eat in comfortable silence. Skyla puts the trash away once we are done and rejoins me on the sofa. I turn side on to face her, and she does the same.

“I am sorry I showed up without warning, but I didn’t want to go home or wait until tonight to see you,” I stroke her cheek with my fingers, “I don’t mind. You can show up anytime.” She replies, moving into my touch.

I capture her lips in mine in a gentle kiss. She smiles into it, placing one hand on my face and the other on my chest.

“Are you still coming to stay with me tonight?” I ask once we part, “Yes.” She replies.

She jumps to her feet, standing in front of me, and I turn to face her. Skyla climbs into my lap, and I grasp her hips in my hand, “Can I help you, angel?”

“Yes, I need you to fuck me tonight,” she blurts out. She is trying to sound confident in her words, but I can sense she is nervous.

“Are you sure?” I wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless and claim her, every inch of her, “Positive. The last week or so has been fun, but I need more. I need you to give me more.” She breathes out. We have spent a lot of time together for the ten days, think there has only been maybe one day we didn’t see each other.

“Happily, but you need to know once I get a taste of it, state my claim on you and that gorgeous body, I am going to be more addicted than I already am. Can you handle it?” I ask, circling her hips with my fingers.

“More than you know, Brandon.” She crashes her lips to mine.

Fuck! I am so damn eager now to have her come to my place. I just hope she realises once I take her, no other man will have her while we are spending time together. I don’t share!