Her plush pink lips pop open as she whimpers. She smells like peaches and bourbon as we both pant. All the sounds of the room are lost; there’s only us.
“Mmmm … yes.” She trails off with a moan. “And I think you’re about to come forme. And that proves everything thatIwant to know.” Another squeeze to my dick, so hard it almost hurts. The corner we’re in is just dark enough to shield us from sight as Layla starts to undo my buckle and slips her hand insidemy boxers. Her warm palm presses to my cock and she squeezes again.
“Shit.” She looks down then back up to my eyes. “No wonder you’re so fucking confident.”
Fucking hell.
“Look how hard you get when I fight you,baby,” she purrs with another tight squeeze, and then she’s softly gliding her hand over me. She has no fucking clue what she’s doing when she’s this drunk, but fuck …
“Show me I’m right and come for me,Sean.”
“Holy fuck, Layla.” My body shudders with the sound of my name on her lips and I stiffen even more.“Fucking Christ,” I breathe out, and then I’m kissing her, and as her tongue enters my mouth, meeting mine in a searing kiss, she whispers again: “Sean.”
I unload against her palm, sliding my hand from her throat into her thick hair and tugging tight at the roots. She bites into my bottom lip with the pain while I come.
I claim her mouth while she moves her hand with ease, now covered in me. I breathe deep when I’m through, shell-shocked and half crazed.
Layla looks down at her slippery fingers after pulling her hand out, then her gaze flicks back to mine and I pull her to me.
“Clean up your mess,” I growl, half pissed off that she just made me come in my fucking jeans but also more turned on than I’ve ever been. Her eyes grow wide with my words and I bring her hand to her lips, soaked with my come.
“Suck it off, every last drop.”
A wide, smug smile breaks out over her lips as she pulls her fingers into her mouth one by one.
“Can I do anything else for you,boss? Or is that enough?” She looks down again, my buckle still undone, my cock obviously still hard in my boxers.
“Fuck.” I tip my forehead to hers, still breathless. She hums with satisfaction, and I kiss her again. “I’ve never come just from kissing a woman before, but that gets you off, doesn’t it? Knowing that you’re the first?”
“Not as much as it gets you off,” she whispers, licking at my lips devilishly. She tastes like the two of us together.
I’m just about to tell her what a sassy little brat she is, when she flinches in my arms as the music cuts off abruptly and Robby uses the loudspeaker to call out, “Food is ready, you bunch of miscreants!”
Then Layla reaches up on her tiptoes, just to torture me a little further, and kisses me on the cheek with her soft lips.
“Time to eat,” she whispers with a smirk, then pats my jaw. My own come soaks through my boxers as I pull her close just before she’s about to back away.
“The funny thing about pretending, little dove … if you pretend long enough, you might forget why you’re pretending in the first place,” I say as I drop one more kiss to her lips.
She just backs away without a word and turns to link arms with Maria like she’s right at home, as I stand there fucking dumbfounded. I came out onto this dance floor to teaseherand instead I wind up coming in my fucking pants like a teenager?
Fuck me. I’m in love.
Layla is sexy as hell, and she’s been dancing for the last half hour with Maria while I keep a close watch with my boys. After I made my way down to my room at the back of the clubhouse and cleaned myself up before we ate, of course. I’ve never been happier in my fuckin’ life to have fresh clothes here. And now, here Isit. Sipping bourbon while every man in this room looks her way. I’ve contemplated breaking at least five jaws in the last few minutes alone while she dances to “More Than a Feeling” by Boston.
“You could just piss on her, really stake your claim. That might be easier than looking like you’re ready to kill someone,” Wolfe chuckles beside me.
“Left her with Maria, what’d you expect?” Boyd, one of our older prospects, adds. “She’s nice. She was asking me how long I’d prospected for.” He snorts back laughter and I look out at her as she smiles and bumps hips with Maria. Fuck, she’s cute.
“And here she comes,” Jake pipes up, grinning. I turn to face him as he looks her up and down and licks his fucking lips.
Make that six jaws. I punch him hard in the shoulder. He flinches and I shake my head no. He shrugs.
“Sorry, I’m not used to this whole, ‘Ax doesn’t share’ thing.”
Layla looks around the full table and doesn’t hesitate. She slides in right beside me. I pull her onto my lap, making sure no one can see up her shorts.
The heat from her sweat-slick body is almost too much for me to bear with her ass in my lap. She leans in and whispers in my ear, her sweet scent washing over me.
