Layla (12 page)

“I want to. I’ve never wanted to more in my life. Now let me.”

He moaned quietly. “If I wasn’t so horny for you, I’d say no.”

“Well, you are. You want to cum or not?”

Kyle stared at me for a moment before he rose to his feet and pulled me to stand. He packed our belongings then held my hand as we walked back to the apartment. Nothing was said on the return. When we walked into the apartment, he dropped the backpack on the ground then pushed me against the closed door, grabbing my face and kissing me passionately. I was on fire all over again as soon as we touched.

I grabbed his shirt then pulled it over his head. When I saw his naked
chest, which I had wanted to see for a long time, I gasped.

He smiled at me, pleased with th
e response. Kyle kissed my neck and shoulder while I felt his body with my hands, admiring the feel and structure of his chiseled body.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I said between heavy breaths.

“I can’t wait to see you. Just the idea makes my cock throb.” He picked me up then carried me to his bedroom while he kissed me. I felt him lay me on the bed while he moved over me. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off then pulled down his boxers. His long dick sprung out as the fabric was pulled away. It twitched while I looked at it. The vein in the base was large and his head was thick. The length was impressive.

“He’s beautiful,” I whispered as I grabbed it.

He stared at me, watching my hand.

I squeezed him then rubbed my thumb over the tip, watching the fluid come out. I leaned down then gently pressed my lips on the tip, kissing him.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

I licked my tongue across and that made him breathe again.

“Oh…yeah.”

I pulled him to the bed so he w
as lying on his back. Then I crawled on top of him then lowered my mouth to his tip. Kyle grabbed my hair and fisted it, keeping it away from my face. I licked him again before I put him in my mouth.

“Have you ever sixty-
nined before?” he asked.

I pulled his cock out then licked the tip. “No.”

“I want to kiss you too.” He sat up then pulled off my shorts and underwear. I didn’t stop him because I wanted to feel his tongue move inside me. “Come here.”

I moved my bottom toward his head and
he guided me with his hands. When I pressed the tip into my mouth, I felt his tongue caress my folds, being gentle and loving. I went down on him and pushed his cock hallway into my mouth. I couldn’t go further than that without choking myself. His fingers rubbed my clitoris while he ate me out, sliding his tongue inside. I used my hand to massage him while I took him down my throat, but then his touch would feel so good that I would have to stop.

“I’m about to cum,” he said. “Join me.”

I licked his head then continued at the same pace, shoving him into the back of my throat. His tongue danced across my folds until I felt the familiar explosion inside. I paused for a moment, feeling the momentum rock through me, before I continued to lick and suck him. I moaned while I took him into my mouth and I felt him release inside me, spraying everywhere. I swallowed it while I climaxed. When I was done, I felt winded and exhausted. I moved off of him then lied on the bed, closing my eyes.

Kyle pulled me to his chest and rested my head on the pillow. His
fingers glided through my hair then down my shoulder. “How was that for you?”

“Oh…yum.”

He smiled. “I liked it too—a lot.”

“You can do a lot with your tongue.”

“Thank you. I enjoy tasting you.” He rubbed his nose into my hair then took a deep breath. “So much for a first date.”

“That wasn’t a first date. That was like our tenth date.”

“We still jumped into bed pretty quick.”

“Two months is long enough,” I said with a happy sigh.

He smiled. “I just don’t want to pressure you.”

“You aren’t,” I said as I held him. “I want to cum like that every day.”

He laughed. “I’ll make sure it happens.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“All you have to do is call. Put me on your speed dial.”

“And I want one on my lunch break too.”

“That would be so hot,” he said as he hugged me.

“I want you to fuck me on your desk every morning.”

His eyes shined a brighter shade. “I would love to. But it’ll have to wait.”

“What will?”

“The sex.”

“What? No, I’m not waiting,” I said, looking at him.

“Wow. Talk about a 180.”

“We’re happy together and we lo—like each other a lot. We’ve known each other for a while and we trust each other. There’s no reason to wait.”

He rubbed his nose against mine. “I just think we should take it slow. I love doing everything else with you.”

“Why are you being such a prude?”

Kyle laughed. “Thanks for being so understanding about it.”

I rolled my eyes. “You gave
me a bite of your ice cream and now I want the whole cone.”

“I’ll give you the whole cone, baby. But let’s just wait a while.”

“I hate you,” I said with a sigh.

“Tell me that next time I’m making you come.”

I pulled the sheets around me and snuggled next to him. “I don’t hate you. I’m sorry if I’m being pushy.”

“It’s okay. I like it when you’re pushy. Knowing you want me is a major turn on.”

“We should have sex in front of Taylor,” I said.

“I
wouldn’t mind that in the least.”

“Now that you’re my boyfriend, you can’t rip his head off.”

“I was always your boyfriend and I didn’t kill him.”

“Well, keep up the good work,” I said.

“So, we’ll start telling people at work.”

“Why?”

“If it’s out in the open, everyone will just accept it. If it’s a secret that somehow gets revealed, then everyone will start talking about it.”

“Aren’t you afraid you’ll get in trouble?” I asked.

“Why would I?’

“Won’t it seem like you hired me just because you were sleeping with me or because you wanted to sleep with me?”

“I don’t care if that’s what people assume.”

“Well, if you’re okay with it, then I guess I’m okay with it too.”

He looked at the clock and sighed. “Where’d the time go?”

“It always seems to disappear when we’re together.”

“We should be together at work, then,” he said with a laugh.

“That would be fun.”

“So…I want to ask you something.”

I didn’t like the hesitance in his voice. He was usually assertive and calm. “What?”

“Well, my brother is getting married and I would love it if you came as my date. But, if you’re weirded out by that, I totally understand.”

“Why would that freak me out?”

“Because you’d be meeting my family.”

“Oh.”

“So, you wanna come?”

“Of course.”

“Really?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

He smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Let me get this straight. We’re serious enough to meet your family, but not have sex?”

Kyle kissed my neck then my chin. “Just be patient.”

“Whatever. When’s the wedding?”

“This weekend.”

“Wow. That’s short notice.”

“I wanted to ask you weeks ago but you decided to dump me instead,” he snapped.

Now I felt guilty. “Is it in the city?”

“Yeah. It’ll be small. In the meantime, my family is going out to dinner tonight. I would really like it if you came.”

“Tonight?
Like, in a few hours?”

“You don’t have to. I just wanted them to meet you.”

“What am I going to wear?”

He laughed. “
I have two brothers who don’t care in the least, and a sister who gets along with everyone. You could wear a turtle suit and still fit in.”

“I’m nervous…”

“Don’t be. They’ll love you.”

“Okay.”

“Which brings me to the next discussion…”

“How many bombs are you going to drop on me today?”

He sighed. “This is the last one. Um, I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to be honest about it. When you meet my family, they are going to be shocked.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve never had a serious girlfriend before.”

“You haven’t?

“No.”

“Why?”

Kyle averted his gaze and looked uncomfortable. “Because I prefer sleeping around, never having a meaningful relationship, and just being single. I’ve slept with more woman than I can count, and I’m the guy your dad absolutely hates.” He fell silent and stared at the wall.

“So my initial impression of you was dead-on.”

“Exactly.”

I nodded. “So, you’re a
manwhore?”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“So there are
no secrets between us. When I asked you out, I was just looking to get laid, but when I spoke to you I started to feel differently. The more time we spent together, the more I fell for you. I’ve never felt this way for anyone before. I always tease my brother about settling down because he used to be the same way, but now I understand perfectly.”

I stared at his face, feeling the information swirl around my mind. “So, I’m different?”

He looked at me. “You’re completely different. I’m not like that with you, I swear. I really care about you. That’s why I didn’t want to sleep with you. If this changes the way you feel about me, I didn’t want you to make a mistake by having sex with me.”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything. If you don’t want to be with me anymore, I completely understand, even though I really hope you don’t leave. I’m not a liar and I meant what I said. I really care about you and want to be in this relationship. I’m totally monogamous and I don’t want to go back to that life.”

“Did you sleep with anyone when we were broken up?”

“No, of course not.”

I guess I wasn’t surprised by the revelation. He was too perfect to actually be perfect. He was a sick pervert that cared more about getting laid than having a meaningful relationship. But it was so hard for me to believe
that. Kyle seemed nothing like that. “It doesn’t bother me,” I whispered.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god.”

“As long as you don’t cheat on me, life to me, or return to that lifestyle.”

“I passed on the torch already.”

“Then we’re fine.”

Kyle smiled then kissed me on the cheek. “I’m so relieved.”

“I guess it doesn’t bother me because it’s so hard to believe.”

“What do you mean?”

“You just don’t seem like that. I can’t see you sleeping with anyone. When you pursued me, you never tried to get me into bed. You tried to be my boyfriend even though I didn’t want you to be. I even tazed you in the stomach and you still kept up the chase.”

“Well, like I said, I got it bad.”

“Just because I punched some guy in a bar?”

“I like your attitude. You’
re a strong woman. I never thought I’d be attracted to that, but I am.”

I didn’t feel strong at all. John abused me for a year. I let that relationship continue and I never resolved it. I fled the scene, choosing to run from my problems than face them.

“Stop thinking whatever you’re thinking.”

“What?”

“You’re making yourself sad. I can see it in your eyes.”

“I—just after what happened with John I don’t feel like a strong person.”

“You left the relationship, right?”

“Well, I ran for dear life.”

“That’s strong. Most women never leave their abusive relationships. You came all the way here, started a new life in a big city, and you never settled for less than what you deserve. Now you’re a copy editor for a huge magazine. And this is just the beginning. Don’t make yourself feel bad about the past. You’re different.”

“I don’t know…”

“You haven’t let go of the past and accepted who you are. If you just started respecting yourself, believing yourself, and loving yourself, I can guarantee you wouldn’t freeze when you’re around John. You would kick his ass and give him hell.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. And I’ll show you a few moves, not that you’ll need them. If he bothers you again, I’ll kill him. Literally.”

The venom in his eyes conveyed his sincerity.
Just staring at the look made me flinch. I wouldn’t want to be his opponent. “I believe you.”