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Sky had given Hawk another handjob last Friday.

He had taken her to the movies, and after that, she had driven the car into an empty parking lot, where she had climbed onto his lap in the passenger seat and done him right then and there. Hawk had come whimpering, sucking Sky's breast so deep between his hungry lips that her nipple had grazed the roof of his mouth as he had unloaded his cum on her hands and her belly, the tight, relentless grip of her fingers milking him dry.

Just thinking about that still left him high-headed, short of breath.

Of course, once he had come down from that high, he had asked her if she wanted him to do her next, but again she had declined, saying that it wasn't the right time and that she couldn't relax in a place like that.

Yeah, they had been in her dad's car and yeah, he kinda got it, but still—

He couldn't help thinking that there was something wrong with him, because she clearly didn't want him as he wanted her. Because there was no place where Hawk didn't want Sky - Hell, he would've let her do him fucking anywhere—

"What do you think about John Locke?" Sky asked, and Hawk plummeted down from his heated dreams.

"John Locke?" His voice came out all weird, thin and raspy.

"You know, for the Social Studies essay," Sky said as if explaining something to a 5-year-old. "Gods, I've been talking to you about it for like 5 minutes, weren't you listening at all?"

Hawk's cheeks heated and he cleared his throat, painfully aware of the huge boner that was stretching his joggers. "I, ummm—"

"Never mind," Sky replied, her eyes taking in the bulge in his pants, a smile tugging the corner of her mouth. "I hope it was a nice fantasy."

She was sitting by his desk, looking at him over her shoulder as he slacked on the bed, leaning his back on the wall. "Was it Zendaya?" She smirked. "She's pretty hot. Oh please, tell me it wasn't someone I know, that would be weird—"

"What? No!" Hawk exclaimed, his cheeks burning. "No, shit, Sky, I was thinking about you—"

"Oh," her eyes softened, turned dark. "Nice. I like that."

She slammed the book, and tossed the pen on the desk, John Locke clearly forgotten. Her glance swept from his eyes to his persistent hard-on, and then back to his eyes and she was smiling. With a couple of steps, she had walked over, and climbed to sit on his lap, straddling him.

Hawk's mouth went dry. He had sudden difficulties in swallowing, as he felt her weight on his erection.

"Sky—" that came out as a throaty rasp. "My Mom is still home."

Either she didn't hear or she didn't care.

"What were you thinking about?" she asked, running her fingers gently over his chest while circling her hips on him, drawing out a soft moan from his lips.

"Last Friday," Hawk confessed.

"Oh," Sky grinned, leaning closer. "Liked that, did you?"

Hell yes, I've been thinking about it all fucking weekend–

–while jerking off in the shower.

I can't tell her that! No way would she think that's hot–

So he said nothing, just brought his hands to her waist, slid them to her hips, to her ass, pushing her down towards him. His hard-on pressed tightly against her crotch, making her gasp.

"You are insanely hot," he breathed, tilting his face up to meet her green eyes.

"Or then I'm just insane," Sky shrugged.

"Don't say that," Hawk replied, "You're not insane."

"I am, but it's a good thing I'm hot too."

"Sky—"

"Hey, my issues - I can make fun of them," she laughed and leaned closer again, her lips brushing his, the tip of her tongue grazing the scar on his lip.

Her closeness was driving him absolutely nuts, the scent of her hair - strawberry, vanilla - her weight on him, the warmth of her body, the sensation of his erection pressing tight against her inner thigh, yearning for more friction, for release—

But the door of his room was open, and Mom was still home. Hawk forced himself to break the kiss, to take a couple of deep breaths to clear his head. If only they were alone, if Mom would just hurry the fuck up and leave to her stupid book club already, then he could rip this ridiculously pink and girly dress off Sky's body, and kiss her boobs, suck them and lick them, and–

"I'm going now," called Mom's voice from downstairs, startling Hawk. "Remember to eat, the food is in the fridge."

With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Sky sat back and replied: "Thank you, Mrs. Moskowitz, we will. Have a great book club."

"Thank you, I will. And have fun in Karate," Mom replied, and Hawk silently thanked God for the fact that she hadn't come up to say goodbye. Had she seen them on the bed like this, she would've grounded him for life, and there would've been no more Monday afternoons with the house just for him and Sky.

He tilted his head and listened, heard the front door, and then after a short moment the car driving away—

"I wonder if your mom realizes what we're doing here," Sky said with a grin, throwing her arms around his neck.

"I really don't wanna think about my mom right now," Hawk rasped. His hands had found her thighs - the silky smooth skin of her bare legs, under the pretty, floral knee-length dress she was wearing.

"Don't worry, I'm about to give you something else to think about."

She kissed him, first soft and smooth, her lips just brushing his, but the kiss soon grew deep and her tongue met his as her hair fell around their faces in a soft, strawberry-scented curtain.

His hands moved to her waist and pushed her downwards. Her hips were softly rocking against him, every sway drawing a groan off Hawk's lips.

Shit, she's so hot—!

Doesn't she realize what this is doing to me? That I'll come if she keeps this on—

She did realize, probably. For her eyes were dark when she broke the kiss and without another word she brought her hand to his chest that was rising with fast breaths, moved her fingers down, down, down—

Hawk grabbed her wrist when she was beginning to ease her hand into his pants.

"Not yet—" he rasped, taking her hand into his.

Sky's brows arched. "You don't want me to—?"

The disappointment in her eyes almost made Hawk let her do it anyway - to Hell with it! She could please him with her perfectly manicured hands as much as she fucking wanted to, only an idiot would refuse that offer–

No, fuck no! I want for her to feel good too, I'm not gonna be one of those selfish jerks who can't please their girlfriend.

"Shit, of course, I want it," he breathed and let his fingers entwine with hers. "Just... Let's not hurry, let's take it slow, okay? I want to kiss you—" he brought his lips to her neck, pressed a couple of soft kisses on the sensitive skin under her ear, making her gasp. "I wanna touch you—" he brought his hands to her ass, slid them to her thighs, feeling the skin under the dress. "I wanna look at you—" His hands moved to the back of her dress, where he knew the zipper was, but he didn't open it yet.

"Is this okay?" he asked, looking her in the eye. Sky didn't say anything, but suddenly she looked serious, almost scared, her eyes were wide. Something in that look made Hawk hurt - as if he would ever do anything to Sky against her will—

He only wanted for her to feel good too! And he didn't understand why she was so nervous about it, why she looked like a deer in the headlights–

But then he remembered the things she had once told him about Matt. How he had hurt her when they'd been in bed, and sudden anger flashed through his heart.

That fucking asshole!

If Hawk ever got his hands on that dude, he would kill him. He would rip his spine out, he would beat him into a pile of bloody pulp. And even that wouldn't be enough to pay for what he had done to Sky.

Hawk would never do that. He would never hurt Sky, he'd never be the reason for those pretty eyes to tear up, for those perfect lips to stop smiling.

He wouldn't even open this fucking zipper without her say-so.

"It's okay–" he said softly. "I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to."

Sky swallowed and stayed quiet for a couple of heartbeats as if searching for words.

"Even if I...." she hesitated. "Even if I say at the last moment that I don't wanna do it?"

Hawk's chest felt tight, it was hard to even draw in a breath. "Even then."

"You promise?"

"I fucking promise, Sky," he replied, his voice trembling with emotion. "And I don't even care if we do it or not, fucking Hell - I just wanna make you feel good too."

At that, she drew in a sharp breath - and then her lips were on his.

That kiss took him by surprise, and left him breathless - her hands cupped his face, her thumbs caressed his cheeks, and her smooth, strawberry lips opened for him, for his tongue to enter her mouth in soft, gentle strokes.

Their lips locked in a deep, slow kiss and Hawk brought his hands to the back of her dress. His fingers suddenly all clumsy and trembling, he pulled down the zipper - slowly enough to give her time to tell him to stop if she wished, but no such word came. The dress came loose around Sky's slender form, and Hawk pulled it over her head and shoulders with her help, tossed it away, revealing her half-naked gorgeousness to his eyes.

His heart climbed to his throat, as he took it in - her tiny waist, the full curves of her hips, her perfect boobs - shit, she looked like she had jumped out of a Playboy magazine!

"You're gorgeous," he murmured, his voice thick in his throat. His fingers grazed the silky softness of her thighs that were on both sides of his hips like they fucking belonged there. "So fucking pretty—"

She didn't reply, as if talking was a distraction now. Her hands were determined, as she pulled off his T-shirt, and he lifted his arms to let her do it. Shit, how much he had wanted this – how much he had yearned to feel her touch on his burning skin. And maybe she wanted it too, for her eyes widened as she let her glance glide on the bare skin of his chest and abdomen. Hawk's heartbeat quickened - he fucking loved to see that look on Sky's face - the look that told him she liked what she saw, that his body wasn't the thin and scrawny thing it had once been, the despised weak body of the old Eli. No, it was something else now, it was lean and strong, a body that a girl like Sky could find hot.

Her eyes met his, and she unclasped her bra, threw it to the floor. Suddenly Hawk's throat was so thick he could barely swallow - her boobs were fucking perfect, he knew they'd fit in his palms like they were sculped for his touch.

A silent question in his eyes, he leaned closer, and she gave a nod - and oh, fuck, her skin tasted like girl and salt and need, as he grazed his lips down her neck, the hard-on in his pants making everything in him hot, tense, agonized. When his lips found her breasts, he was almost whining.

She was breathing fast and shallow, as his tongue circled her nipple, as he sucked it deep into his mouth. His grip on her waist grew harder, he pushed her down, his dick pressing against her core, and she moaned.

Images of last Friday kept flashing through Hawk's mind, how he had come, sucking this nipple, his cum spurting out of his dick, the white mess covering her small hands, that had been stroking him so fucking hard–

No, fuck...! Not yet–

He forced himself to let that nipple go, brought his face up instead, and drew her in a soft, gentle kiss. It was slow and deep, her lips were so hot on his, her tongue entered his mouth and he let her take control.

He could never get enough of her kisses - he could've done this for hours. He still had difficulties in accepting that Sky found his lips kiss-worthy, that she loved the feeling of his deformed lip on her soft and flawless ones. After years and years of hearing that no girl would ever want to kiss him, it was hard to believe otherwise, but he was slowly getting there - he knew Sky wasn't faking her affections. She was sucking his scarred lip into her mouth as hungrily as he had sucked her nipple, which told Hawk exactly how much she loved it.

Her fingers were feeling his chest, the muscles on his shoulders, and she was making these soft moans into the kiss, as his hands caressed the naked skin of her back, her waist, her hips, her breasts - his heartbeat was getting frantic, he was sure his heart would burst through his sternum any moment now, but it was nothing compared to the agony of his almost painful boner. Sky's body was moving on top of him, her hips softly rocking against him, that primitive movement frying Hawk's brain, making it impossible to think about anything but thrusting his aching dick into her sweet, tight—

Shit, shit shit, I gotta think about something else–

I can't come yet, I fucking can't!

He broke the kiss and took a couple of deep, cooling breaths.

"I love you," Sky breathed, her eyes wide and dark, her lips slick and red and swollen from the kissing, and again Hawk's thoughts were slipping, into the other parts of her body that would be slick and swollen too—

"And I love you," he rasped through his dry throat. "You're so fucking beautiful, Sky,"

Slowly he moved his hand that had been grabbing her ass, to her belly, to the waistband of her panties - the only thing she was wearing anymore. She took a sharp inhale, but as his eyes met hers in a silent question, she gave a shaky nod.

Hawk's throat went tight, his fingers felt so fucking clumsy as he began to ease down those cute little panties, but Sky helped him and rose off his lap just enough to get the panties off—

And there she was, back in his lap, her naked body so soft and full of curves that it erased every conscious thought from his mind. Their lips merged together, she tasted like strawberry lip gloss, that taste suddenly everything he could think about.

His hand slid to her belly, then downward. Sky tensed and for a short moment, Hawk thought she'd bolt—

But she didn't.

"I love you—" he murmured into the kiss, soft, soothing words. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she softened in his arms. His lips locked with hers again, and his hand—

Fucking Hell, she's so wet—!

A groan left his lips as his fingers met with the sweet, slick heat of her core - and Sky let out a soft whine, her fingers gripping harder on the skin of his shoulders.

A couple of tentative strokes between her slick folds, and she was already trembling - but the truth was Hawk had no fucking idea how to touch her, and it made him almost panic. He was beginning to realize that sex ed classes or watching porn had taught him pretty much nothing useful.

He broke the kiss and swallowed, cleared his throat but still, his voice came out thin and dry.

"Sky, I—" shit how embarrassing was this? "I mean... how should I—?"

That made Sky smirk - the first smile he had seen on her lips since he'd removed her clothes now that he thought of it - and that smile went to his blood like a drug. She placed her hand on his, guiding it back down on her most sensitive parts, and without breaking eye contact, she showed him how.

"Like this—" she breathed, her eyes so wide and dark that Hawk was falling in them. "Gentle, not too hard."

Oh—!

He felt it now, the small nub under his fingers, and as he began to massage it as she had shown him, he instantly knew he'd gotten it right.

She began to sigh, and then she began to moan, and with every moan, her cheeks turned redder, her grip on his shoulders, on his chest, tightened.

She was so fucking beautiful like this when she was coming undone under his touch. Hawk couldn't draw his eyes off her - her rosy cheeks, her slightly parted lips, her eyes which were now screwed shut, her chest heaving with fast, shallow breaths—

To think that he was making her feel like this - it was fucking mindblowing. That him, Eli Moskowitz, the King of Nerds, the loser of losers, was rubbing a girl's clit so that she was gonna fucking come—!

Not Eli,

my name is Hawk!

But Sky was calling him Eli. She only did it on moments like this, when they were alone and no one could overhear her and now that name was dropping off her trembling lips like the words of a prayer, and it sent shivers of nameless need through Hawk's gut.

"Please, Eli—" she was practically sobbing now. "Please, that feels so good—"

Her words almost made him fucking come into his pants. This was literally his fantasy number one - except that in the fantasy, she was riding his dick, not his hand, but still - to hear her begging like that... This was even better than the handjobs she had given him. He could fucking die now, and he would die happy.

Groaning, he suppressed his own need the best he could - considering there was a hot, naked babe straddling him. His hard-on was agonizingly pressed against Sky's inner thigh, and his dick was yearning for more friction but he tried to ignore it, tried to keep a steady pace, his fingers gently rubbing between her slick folds.

"Eli, ohmygod, please—" she begged, her voice thin and stretched. "Oh God, please, more—!"

He obeyed, pushing his fingers deeper, felt them sliding inside of her, and - Oh fucking God - she was so tight, his two fingers barely fit inside of her, and for a moment he was panicking again, because how would he ever fit in there—?

He knew he had a pretty average sized dick, maybe a little on the larger side, and like every guy in the history of mankind, he had always wished for it to be bigger - even when he had been painfully aware of the fact that he'd never get to use it, that he'd die a virgin - but now he was suddenly glad that it wasn't even a bit bigger, because her tightness blew his fucking mind, and—

Maybe he wasn't gonna die a virgin after all?

And then her trembling hands were on the waistband of his pants, pulling down his sweats and his underwear and erasing every thought of his mind. He groaned out loud when his dick sprang free from the agony of his underwear, and Sky gripped her fingers around it.

"Shit, Sky—"

"Condoms—" she whined between fast breaths. "Please tell me you have condoms—?"

"Yeah, shit, wait a second—"

His fingers were still inside of her, pushing into her again, and again and again, and she was whimpering, her body on top of him all tense and trembling, her hand gripping his cock tight, pumping it so that Hawk knew he'd come any second now—

Panting, he drew his fingers off her heat, making her let out a wordless moan, but he was already reaching towards the drawer of his nightstand, grabbing the pack. Sky snatched it from his hands and tore it open, took one of the small tin foil wrappers, and—

He took it from her, his fingers slick with her fluids, and ripped open the tin foil.

"You know how to—?" she asked wide-eyed, out of breath, and he replied with a sharp nod.

"Yeah—"