Sky pulled away slightly and reached over to turn off the lamp, the only light that was on in her bedroom. Brock wanted her to keep it on, but didn’t tell her fast enough. He'd only see the outline of her body before and didn't know what her sexy curves looked like in the full light. The room was already dark, though, and her lips back on his, back to kissing him with that hunger she had for him.
Brock was ready to rip the remainder of her clothes straight off. Sky seemed ready too, and beat him to it by breaking from their kiss to lift her shirt over her head, and did the same with his shirt. Kissing across her shoulders and up her neck, he peeled her bra down her arms, and then he undid the clasp at the back, kissing her hardened nipples as the lacy fabric fell to the floor, teasing her until she cried out with pleasure.
Brock grasped her hips tight, digging his fingernails into her sides as he lifted her skirt up her thighs. Sky gasped against his cheek, but he knew that was no complaint. She liked it a little rough, which was one of the things he loved about her. His hand moved across her thigh and cupped her mound, enjoying her heat before he swept a thumb over her clit. She was wet and needy and he could smell her arousal so strongly, all he wanted to do was taste her.
First, he needed to get deep inside her. He could sense she wanted that too, the way she writhed against his thumb. Pushing the fabric of her panties aside, he slid two fingers inside. She let out a breathy squeal and begged him to fuck her hard, fumbling distractedly at his belt. That was enough. Brock held on to her back with one hand and undid his belt and zipper with lightning speed, freeing his dick that was now as hard as granite the way Sky had been grinding against it.
He felt around in the back of his pants for the condom he'd grabbed from his glove compartment, noticing Sky’s breath, heavy and ragged and she looked down the space between them, waiting for what he wanted too. When it was on, Brock cupped her ass and lifted her up above his cock. Sky whimpered, gripping his shoulders as she lowered herself down his length, clamping her tight pussy around his cock until he was so deep inside her he could probably come if he didn’t control himself.
Brock picked her up again, hovering her at the tip, savoring the moment right before he thrust into her again. Sky hissed out a needy whimper this time, rocking her hips as he hit against her sweet spot. That sound drove him close to madness. He could hardly hold back anymore now, and when he entered her, the world stopped and he left everything behind. Brock sped up his pace, driving into her with no mercy, aggressively taking what he wanted. What he needed.
Sky loved it. Her cries filled the air. Every time his name escaped her lips, Brock's need ratcheted up. The bed moved, thumping against the wood floor. He was an animal tonight, primal and fierce and possessive. When Sky cried out that she was coming, Brock leaned forward and was not gentle when he bit down into her neck. Sky cried out with a mix of pleasure and pain. She shuddered through her climax, her torso and legs shaking against him, clamping around his waist as her center flexed and shook around his hardness. Now that she had come, Brock let loose, growling low when he exploded his release. Panting now, he held her tight against his chest, waiting for the both of them to catch their breaths. After a few minutes, he relaxed back on the bed and stretched her out on top of him.
“I'm falling off,” Sky whispered with a giggle.
Brock chuckled. “I won’t let you fall.”
He grasped her waist and held on like she was precious cargo. She cuddled into his neck for a while, then she lifted her head and kissed him briefly.
“Ready for that shower?” he asked.
“Maybe,” she murmured. “I like your smell on me.”
A rumble of a growl ripped through Brock's throat. He liked the sounds of that. Their two scents mixed together was his favorite thing in the world. After a while, Sky rolled off him and rummaged around in the dark, looking for her clothes. Brock did the same. The light flicked on, revealing Sky standing in her work shirt and short skirt again. Her hair was wild and tousled, just the way he liked it.
“What?” she asked.
“What?”
“You're staring.”
“You look amazing…I love seeing your hair like that.”
She reached up and felt the back of it. “Oh,” she grinned. “I look like I just got screwed, huh?”
“It looks good on you.”
He reached forward and pulled her into his arms again, dropping back into bed. Unable to break away, Sky looked down at his face, still giggling. “You didn't tell me how your shift was.”
Brock looked away and stretched his arms out. “It was fine.”
Her eyebrows furrowed. “You don't talk about work much.”
“There's not much to talk about.”
Images of the smoking trailer filled his head. The agonizing thoughts were back. Shit.
“I had a weird night at work,” Sky said.
“What happened?”
She nodded. “First of all, it was pretty busy.”
“Hmmm.”