Page 69 of What Hurts Us

“I—” Layla’s words died when I flicked my thumbs, giving her nipples a sharp tease. They were perfect—every part of her was.

“Wanna know something?” I kissed up the side of her neck, lingering at the paper-thin place where her pulse raced. I traced it with the tip of my tongue. “This morning, I fucked my hand while picturing you in those leather pants.” I dropped one hand and squeezed her ass. “You looked fuckin’ delicious.”

A soft smile accompanied by a sigh graced her lips as I kissed behind her ear. She turned to putty in my hands. I scooped her up, taking the stairs two at a time.

“You’re gonna have to tell me,” I said as I laid her down on my bed. I cupped the backs of her knees, drawing them up to bend before parting them. Her panties stretched tight over her mound. “You want me to touch you? I need to hear you tell me every dirty, depraved thing you want me to do to you.”

She pouted, giving me puppy eyes and wanton whimpers. But that wouldn’t work on me. Not this time.

“Where do you want my hands?” I asked as I crawled onto the bed.

Layla took my hand and hooked my fingers inside the edge of her panties. “Here.”

“Where do you want my mouth?”

Her cheeks were flushed as she looked away.

I cupped her jaw, turning her to face me again. “Nuh-uh. Use your words. Tell me where you want my mouth.”

She bit her lip, so I kissed it.

“There?” I murmured against her mouth. Layla shook her head, a devilish smile quirking up.

I kissed her throat. “There?”

She shook her head again.

I peppered her chest with kisses, careful to avoid her breasts. “Here?”

“Close,” she managed to whisper.

“What about here?” I asked as I scooted down the bed, tipping my head to kiss the back of her raised thigh. I kissed up to the crease of her leg, less than an inch away from the panty-covered pussy I was craving.

Fuckin’ underwear.Useless shit.

“No,” she clipped, tangling her fingers in my hair and drawing me up. I found myself face-to-face with her luscious tits. “Here.”

I pulled the left one into my mouth and had Layla’s back flying off the bed. She let out an animalistic moan that had me almost reaching for a condom. I slid my fingers beneath her black briefs, sinking into her warm pussy. Layla gasped. “That what you want, honey?” I slid two fingers deep into her sex and scissored them inside of her, alternating between stretching her and stroking her. She writhed beneath me, twisting in the sheets.

“Yes—yes—” Short chants of ecstasy spilled out of her mouth.

“What do you want in here?” I asked as I switched to give her right breast the same lavish attention. I curled my fingers inside her pussy. “Tell me what you wantrighthere.”

“You—your—” Layla keened as I pinched her nipple between my teeth, teasing the pebbled point with my tongue.

“Say it,” I demanded as I pressed my thumb to her clit and rolled it side to side.

Her arched back collapsed, flattening on the mattress. “Your cock. Please—please, Cal—”

I ripped her panties down her legs and threw them across the room before reaching into the bedside table for a condom. Quickly, I shucked off my boxers and rolled on the rubber.

Layla sat up and wrapped her hand around my cock. “Cal?” She looked at me through thick lashes.

“What’s the matter?” I asked as I stroked her cheek with the back of my knuckles.So beautiful. So perfect.And what was I except completely undeserving?

She leaned into my hand. “Is this the first time or the only time?”

Truthfully, I wanted it to be the first of many. “It’s whatever you want it to be, Honey.Howeveryou want it to be.”

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