His hands were pushing down her jeans as soon as the door of her room slammed shut. Hastily Sky turned the key in the lock, but then her hands were on him too, eagerly undoing the strings that held his pants fast.

"You sure—?" He panted into her mouth, barely breaking the kiss at all.

"Yeah, let's just keep quiet—"

Dad was home but Sky was past caring. She had been burning for Hawk all day long, she couldn't wait another moment. Besides Dad was in his office having an important Zoom conference, which meant he was at the other end of the house with his earphones on and he sure as Hell couldn't hear them, he would never know what had happened in here if only they were quick and quiet.

Considering the way Hawk was ripping off her clothes, Sky suspected that being quick was not going to be an issue. Being quiet on the other hand—

A moan escaped her throat, when Hawk's lips moved to her neck, devouring her skin and leaving one hickey after another. Her jeans and her panties were coming off, he pushed them down and she stepped out of them, kicking them away impatiently. The fire inside of her was burning her to ashes. She needed him horribly, had needed him all day, ever since his arm had brushed hers in the hallway, ever since his hand had caressed her thigh under the table, and she would fucking die if she didn't have him already.

Hawk ripped off his shirt, revealing his gorgeous upper body to her touch. Sky's fingers glided on the smooth skin, feeling the hardness of muscle underneath, stopping on her name that was carved in his skin. Seeing that always made her high-headed, flustered with love. His chest was heaving with fast breaths under her touch, and then his lips were on hers again, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and she gave in, gave in to the weakness that left her breathless.

"You got condoms?" He groaned, pushing her towards the bed, the need making his voice low, thick.

"Yes—" Sky yanked open the drawer of the nightstand and took a pack, tossed it to Hawk.

"Shit, Sky—" he breathed, pulling her close again so that she felt the hardness of his still clothed erection pressing against her naked belly, as he walked her to the bed. "You're so fucking hot—"

"Wait— the bed, it creaks like Hell. Too noisy—"

His lips brushed hers, his hands were on her waist, on her hips, feeling her curves as if he couldn't get enough of them. "Then how do you want it, babe?"

Without giving it a second thought, Sky knelt on the floor, turning her back on Hawk and resting her upper body on the bed. The throaty groan Hawk let out at that sight, made Sky's cheeks burn.

He was behind her in no time, his hands roaming over her waist, the softness of her ass, gripping the curves of her hips as he ground his erection against her backside.

Sky let out a soft moan. "Please— I need you—"

"Already?"

"We don't have much time—"

That was all the reassurance he needed. She glanced over her shoulder to see how he shoved down his pants and underwear, took the pack of condoms, and ripped open one small tinfoil. His dick stood erect against his abdomen, all red and hard, already leaking pre cum, and just looking at it made Sky whine in need. She wanted him inside of her, needed it like she needed the air she breathed. The emptiness inside of her was driving her crazy, she knew it wouldn't be soothed unless she had him. More than anything she would have wanted his dick inside of her just like this, bare, without a condom so that she could feel every wondrous inch, the smooth skin, the veins, everything. She had been thinking about it all day long, about the times they had done it like that, how fucking good it had felt. She wanted that now too, wanted him to fuck her hard and to come inside of her, she wanted to feel his hot cum filling her insides and dripping out of her after he'd had his way with her—

But of course, that was insanity and Sky knew it. Just a heated fantasy, and thus she didn't protest when Hawk quickly rolled on the condom, simply made a mental note to finally get on birth control.

"Please," She whined softly when he laid his hands back on her hips, and moved closer, pressing his dick against her, sliding it between her already slick and sensitive folds. He pressed it on her clit and her body reacted, her back arched as she opened her legs wider, unable to wait another moment.

"Can't wait to get me inside of you, huh?" He chuckled, and Sky buried her burning face in the covers of her bed.

"—need you," was all she could manage. "Need you so bad—"

"Fuck, Sky—" his voice was thick, throaty. "You have any idea what it does to me to see you like this?"

She didn't, not really. They usually did it face to face, and something about this position made her feel so exposed that hadn't she been so horny she would have been embarrassed. To be on the floor on her knees like this, begging to be fucked from behind like they were no more than animals—

Maybe he thought this wasn't pretty. Maybe he thought she was a slut, for wanting something like this. Sky's cheeks burned and she was grateful she could hide her face from his view.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he groaned. "I've never seen anything hotter than you like this. Your ass is fucking perfect. You know that?"

His hands kept caressing her backside, gripping onto her soft curves, and all the while he moved his dick against her slickness, making her whine and moan in her desperate need. She wanted to believe what he had said, needed to know he loved her, loved her even when she was like this.

"Really?" she breathed.

"You make me lose my fucking mind, Sky—"

And then he was pushing inside, slow, careful not to hurt her—

—but she didn't want it slow or careful or gentle. Not today. She wanted it hard and desperate and rude, and her hips pushed back at him making his dick slide deep into her wet cunt. He spit out a couple of curses, his fingers gripped hard the curves of her hips.

"Ohmygod—" Sky moaned, the pleasure making her eyes roll. "So fucking good—"

"Yeah?" His voice was raspy, rough, just as his hands were on her skin. "So you want it hard? Huh? That's the way you like it?"

She let out a breathless moan. "Yes—!"

"Fuck—" He growled and Sky could hear how he tried to suppress the moans that wanted to fall off his lips as he started to move. But she was already past caring if she made noise - every shove of his dick into her cunt was pure bliss. He reached so fucking deep into her like this, hitting every spot of pleasure inside of her, turning her into a moaning, shivering mess in a matter of minutes.

He wasn't holding back, his fingers digging into her skin would leave bruises, his pace was fast and ruthless and every thrust pushed Sky closer to the edge, the tight coil in her gut getting tighter and tighter. She was overheating in her pink sweater, droplets of sweat were running down her back, her arm itched in the cast, and her hair was plastered onto her face but she couldn't have cared less. The low, dry grunts that fell off Hawk's lips were the most arousing thing she had ever heard, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, her own heated moans—

"Sky, you gotta keep quiet," He hissed as an exceptionally loud moan escaped her lips.

"Can't—" She whined. "Feels too good—"

Hawk cursed under his breath, and pulled out of Sky, making her whimper in desperation as the nearing orgasm was robbed from her.

"No, pleasedontstop, pleasedontstop—"

"Come here—" He grabbed her hard, pushed her onto the floor on her back, and was on top of her in a heartbeat, his dick back inside of her in the next. His mouth crashed on hers, lips merged, his tongue shoved into her mouth and he drank her moans and cries as he continued fucking her.

His pants were still halfway on, the rough fabric of his sweats brushed Sky's inner thighs with every fervent push. Sweat was dripping down his gorgeous upper body, gluing their bellies together. Her sweater rolled up, got tangled around her breasts and she was burning in it, she was being boiled alive.

He broke the kiss, panting, his chest heaving. "I fucking love you—"

"I love you too—" that sentence turned into a moan as he fastened his pace, changing the angle slightly so that his dick hit right into the best spot with every push. Sky's toes curled as she buried her heels into his ass, the pleasure making her mindless.

"Quiet—" he groaned. "Fuck, Sky, your dad's gonna hear you—"

"I can't—" she whimpered. "Make me—!"

His eyes were dark, filled with raw need, but he hesitated to grant her wish.

"Make me—!" She repeated, and moaned again rather loudly, rubbing herself against him, starting to move her hips that were pinned between the floor and his body, and something changed in his eyes, the line of his jaw went tight. With a low growl, he slammed his hand on her mouth to silence her.

"Shit—!" he cursed under his breath, and then his hips were moving again, answering her need, his dick was sliding out of her just to be slammed back in fiercely, hard, so deep that Sky was seeing stars. His hand clasped on her mouth, muffling her sounds of pleasure, fingers digging into her cheek, and he was rough now, every thrust deep and raw and fast and Sky was falling over the edge, she was drowning in pleasure—

The orgasm that washed over her erased every conscious thought from her mind. The trembling tension of her muscles melted into a wave of pleasure as she fell into that place where nothing existed but pure bliss. She cried out, her toes curling and her back arching, as Hawk continued fucking her, and followed her into the release only a couple of deep, stuttering thrusts later. She felt his throbbing dick deep inside of her, stretching her to her limits so that it almost hurt as he gave her every last drop of his cum.

Heated curses were falling off his lips as he came, but Sky barely heard them, too lost in her pleasure. Her ears were ringing, she almost lost consciousness.

It took a moment to come down from that high. Hawk was trembling, his chest was heaving with fast breaths, their bodies were glued together with sweat and Sky breathed in his scent - the scent of salt and sex and boy - let it fill her with every inhale. She would have wanted to stay here forever. With him buried deep inside of her, her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, his arms around her. She didn't mind the sweat or the heat, or the carpet of her room that was itching her bare back and ass. This moment was perfect. The way his body fit against hers was heaven on earth. Forever and ever and ever she would have stayed here with him, but—

"Are you okay?" Hawk rasped, pulling his hand away from her mouth. "Jesus, are you okay? Did I— Did I–?"

"I'm fine," Sky breathed, seeing the fear in his eyes. "I'm fine. You didn't hurt me."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure." She smiled up at him, meeting his gaze. "That was amazing. You were amazing."

The dark fear in his eyes disappeared, it turned into love and relief. He kissed her, slow and sweet but his lips so hot against hers that Sky was melting into the carpet. When he broke the kiss, she was breathless.

He rolled off her, rather reluctantly, and lay on the carpet next to her, his chest still rising and falling with fast, deep breaths. Sky glanced at him and couldn't help a giggle.

"What?" He asked, still out of breath.

"You're still wearing your pants."

He let out a dry laugh and glanced at his pants which were still half way on. "So? You're still wearing your sweater."

"Jesus Christ I need a shower," Sky groaned, running a hand through her sweaty curls. "That was fucking intense."

He groaned in agreement, removed the condom, tied it into a knot, and tossed it away.

"You think Dad heard us?" Sky asked, the memory of the way Hawk had made her moan, suddenly making her worried.

Hawk shrugged. "I don't know. You were pretty loud."

"It's your fault," she made a face. "I couldn't help it."

He smirked at her, looking rather smug. "I don't mind. It's your Dad I'm worried about. But if he heard us, he would have kicked that door in already, right? So we're probably safe."

"I don't know about that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well it's not like he would have wanted to see us at it, right? So maybe he didn't want to rush in here, but is just waiting to yell at us and ground me for life."

Hawk grimaced and glanced at the door, suddenly worried. "You have a point."

Sky let out a sigh and sat up, trying to locate her panties. What was done was done, and even if Dad had heard them, she still had no regrets. She had needed this and she wasn't going to feel bad about what they had done. She noticed her panties, they were crumpled on the floor by the door with her jeans, his T-shirt, and his yellow hoodie where they had thrown them while ripping each other's clothes off. She ran a hand through her moist, messy curls trying to decide if she wanted to get them, but then didn't. She needed a shower before getting dressed anyways.

"Wanna get a shower?" she asked, turning her attention back to Hawk.

He grinned, flashing her that cocky, confident smile she could never resist. "You ready for another round?"

She couldn't help a giggle, her cheeks heated. "I don't know? Are you?"

"For you, I'm always ready," he replied, and his crooked smile made Sky's heart skip a dozen or so beats.

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Half an hour later they stood at the front door, all showered and cleaned up, kissing. The second round in the bathroom had been no less steamy than the first one, and Sky was still wobbly in the knees, and was grateful for the fact that she had Hawk's arms around her to keep her steady.

The things that boy could do still left her breathless. He was like a drug, and she was an addict. Even now, after two rounds of amazing fucking - that's what it had been, no love-making this time, just fucking - she still wanted more. As if she could never get enough of him.

"I don't want you to go," she breathed, breaking the kiss. "I want you to stay here and kiss me forever and ever and ever."

"I want that too, babe, but—"

"I know. You've got to go to the dojo. It's okay."

Besides, she had promised to visit Miguel later today. They both had things to do, places to be, so she finally let Hawk leave and turned to walk back in, a smile still lingering on her lips.

She wandered to the kitchen, fed Napoleon, and poured herself a glass of water. The house was quiet, Dad was nowhere to be seen - so probably he was still in his office, in that meeting he had mentioned.

Sky glanced at the clock on the wall. It had been an hour and a half already, so surely the meeting was over by now? She really wanted to know if Dad was clueless about what had taken place in her room - and if not, then better hear the scolding sooner than later.

Finishing her water, Sky placed the glass in the sink and went looking for Dad. Napoleon hopped off the table and followed her, circling her feet and meowing in hope of getting her full attention.

"Not now, Bonaparte," Sky said but bent to scratch him behind the ear anyways. "I gotta talk to dad."

The door of the office was closed, but nothing new there. Sky turned the handle, pushed open the door, and stepped inside—

"Dad—?"

That sentence died on her lips as she froze on her feet, her eyes widening in shock.

Dad wasn't alone.

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