Skye’s POV
I felt so torn between holding back and foolishly blindly jumping into the call of lust that was drowning me over. I was next to a man who also needed to relieve himself from a very needed orgasm, but I did not want to be reckless. I am fully aware that according to my Sex Ed back in my lectures at school, that precum of men can impregnate a woman. I am not counting my days of menstrual period to monitor when I am safe and when I am not, because I haven’t indulged into such sexual activities before, so the fear that I might be in my ovulation and perfectly fertile to create a human life in my womb scared me like hell.
But I was feeling horny as well!
The feeling of something within me desperately in need to be stuffed, filled and pounded was driving me insane as I heard Gab suppress his
Gab’s POV“Mmmm…. Oh! Shhhhhhh….” I hissed. I moaned. I groaned and growled. My voice, my sounds, and even my movements were slipping out of my control, no matter how I tried to suppress them. The very touch of Skye’s hands on my shaft drives me to an intense titillation but I was subconsciously cautious not to interrupt her in any way or form. My hands were behind my head, with my fingers interlocked as if I was making sure they would never move from where they were placed at the moment, lest such movements create distractions or anything. But when Skye made the rubber slide and securely covered my shaft, and she seemed to have a slight difficulty taking my now very provoked hot rod into her entrance, my hands moved like they had minds of their own and held Skye by the side of her hips to reach for and caress her cheeky heart shape butt. “Ahhhhhh, f– fuck!” I heard Skye moan and cuss when she squirmed above my crotch as she rubbed her parted labium into my length. She kept slidi
Skye’s POVI was stunned at how I was feeling out of control. The need and longing to satiate my hunger for lust that had been lingering around me these past few days seemed to finally explode and I was consumed at how intense I was devoured by my own carnal desire. When I asked Gab if I could be on top, I was still a bit shy and reluctant. But the zest was too patent and potent to grab the chance if only Gab would agree. I figured I wouldn't know unless I asked. So, I did. To my astonishment, Gab was so kind to hand me over the reins and let me drive our carriage. And I must have been crazy, because I could see the glimpse of myself in the mirror on the wall as I rowed the man lying on the bed and beneath me as I rode his crotch like a jockey. “Ohhhh, god….” I couldn’t help moaning at the gratifying feeling of my core being so full and stuffed. The glorious sensation of his veiny girth sliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy walls and lips made me want to forget and abandon ev
Gab’s POVA few days passed after what happened between Skye and I. But things did not seem to have changed with how she treats me. I mean there was nothing awkward with what happened, but there was nothing special about it either. As far as what I could see in her. I should just be reacting the same way she did or the way she does, but I found it so awkward. I felt like I was walking on a thin rope. I couldn’t be casual, despite a thought that popped into my mind that maybe Skye wanted me to forget what happened between us. As a man, as the male between us, I should have been more passive about whatever happened between us, but I was also worried I would offend her. “I wish I could be brave enough to ask away….” I murmured as I stared blankly at the cup of coffee right in front of me. “Shoot at it!” I heard someone speak next to me. I was startled, I almost knocked my cup over and spilled the coffee in it. My gaze flew to where the voice came from and I saw Matt Shannon pouring
Matt’s POVI was wide awake before dawn broke this morning. I managed to convince Skye that I have to observe Marco’s conditions throughout the night so she would need to sleep in her room instead of the patient’s ward where Marco was being treated. I have been noticing a few changes in Marco’s conditions but they were so momentary. It was almost unrecognizable. “I noticed him blinking his eyes one time, but when I tried to look closely. Nothing happened. It made me think I was just seeing things, so I tried to erase those thoughts,” I started with a smooth explanation. “As a medical practitioner, we ought to be accurate. But then I saw it happened again. Just like the first time it happened, I was also not sure,” I continued. I paused to have a sip of my coffee and as I swallowed I looked up to check Gab and Skye’s faces as they intently stared at me. “I was convinced maybe I was just tired and lacking sleep, that was why I was having some hallucinations. We tend to see things we
Skye’s POVI woke up after a very restful sleep. Everything that happened between Gab and me in that hotel suite seemed like a dream. Aside from the fact that I woke up in a different room, my body was strongly claiming witness and proof that Gab and I did have a wild moment in bed. I woke up in my room without knowing how I got there while my last recollection of where I was before I fell asleep was in a fancy hotel room. But before I could ask Gab about anything, I received a call from uncle Goerge. “I am so sorry we had to move without your consent while you were resting, but I received information that someone noticed movements from the secret door to the hotel area,” Uncle Goerge did not waste any second to explain whatever he had done in order to protect me and Gab. And since there was no harm done, I was not upset about anything. I was even more embarrassed that they had to move a deep asleep me. “I am so sorry, I didn't even notice anything while you and Aunt Almira must ha
Gab’s POVI momentarily forgot what I had in mind when Matt joined me having my morning coffee at the kitchen counter. It was because of a few reasons. One was because of the good news I heard from Matt, as Marco’s personal physician, I was excited to hear the words that said Marco might wake up anytime soon. Although it wasn’t an accurate thing to happen, the possibility of seeing my best friend back into his normal and lively state cheered me up immensely. I was not very confident in handling legal and official matters regarding Marco’s businesses, but since he was not in the condition to do things he usually does, the decisions were for Skye to make, but the actions on those decisions mostly fell into my hands. It’s not that I didn’t want to do them, it was more for fear of messing things up while Marco was unconscious and making him wake up to something more chaotic circumstances of his businesses, regarding the shipping cargo and the rest. Another reason that shook off my thoug
Skye’s POV“Marco!?”I was keenly staring at his sleeping form. I did not want to even blink for fear of missing the moment that Marco would move or show any signs of waking up.Just a moment ago, I thought I saw Marco’s eyelids flutter. It was too slight, almost invisible. It made me think and agree with Doctor Shannon’s words that Marco’s signs of recovery, or the signs of waking up, aren’t very accurate to be declared and announced.“I have so many things to tell you, but I don’t want to do it when you are still in a coma. The thought that I will have to tell them all over again when you wake up is already tiring me, you know?” I whined helplessly. “Besides, I need you awake to tell
Matt’s POVI felt goosebumps all over me when Skye confirmed the man she was referring to be the same man I showed in the photo. When Skye said she was told about Marco’s condition, I could see the unshakable faith and belief she had in those words. I could tell Skye was not like other patients’ guardians who would flare up and go ballistics when they are pressured with the delayed results on medical tests. It may also be due to the obvious eagerness that I am exerting efforts, bending some rules and unmindful of whatever methods allowed and not, as long as it seems to lead me into a clarification of something that would help quicken Marco’s recovery– Skye is somehow confident that I am not slacking or intentionally making things go slow. Nevertheless, for whatever reasons she may have, I am thankful that she believes and trusts in my abilities. But now, hearing from her statements that someone told her Marco is not going to die in this condition, it made me feel less confident. It