Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Gray

A limousine waited at the curb.

“A stretch? Where’s your town car?” Layla asked.

I waved off the driver and opened the back door for her, without answering. She looked at me, still waiting for a response, as I settled beside her in the back row and pulled the door shut. I spoke to the driver, giving him Layla’s address, and ended with, “Take the long way. I’ll make it worth your while.”

I pushed a button on the overhead control panel, and the privacy glass began to raise. Once it hit the top, I tugged Layla from her seat next to me onto my lap.

“I believe I’ve won a bet, and I’m ready to collect my prize.”

The smell of her perfume, or maybe it was her shampoo, made me insane. I felt like a teenager about to cop my first feel of the hot girl I’d fawned over all year. Only I was a thirty-one-year-old man about to embarrass myself by coming in my pants.

Her eyes grew wide when I reached for the bottom hem of her shirt, and it turned me on to no end to watch the heave of her chest grow. I’d waited to see her beautiful tits for so long. Now that the time had finally come, I wanted to memorize every change in her breath, every sound she made, so I’d know what she liked.

I lifted the fabric up to her navel and dipped my head to lick around her belly button before nibbling my way to one side of her waist and then the other.

Looking up so I could watch her face, I found her beautiful, green-blue eyes had turned a deep ocean blue. They darkened when she was angry or turned on, and I was fucking thrilled to finally be seeing this color for the right reason again. I lifted her shirt a little higher, to just under her breastbone.

Going in for a gentle kiss, I said, “I looked up the definition of felt up.”

Her voice carried a mix of amusement and sarcasm, with a side of raspy arousal. “I didn’t realize felt up was in the dictionary.”

“I had to use Urban Dictionary.”

“Oh really? And what exactly did Urban Dictionary have to say?”

I ran my tongue along the skin at the bottom of her bra cup, tracing the shape of her breast. First one, then the other.

My lips vibrated on her skin as I spoke. “It said, felt up means to be touched on your private parts.”

Pulling back to lock eyes with her again, I ever-so-slowly raised her shirt higher, exposing her bra. It was nearly impossible, but I didn’t allow my eyes to drop down to take her in as I spoke. “Since it’s ambiguous as to what should be touching your private parts, I’m going to go with tongue.”

“And here I thought getting felt up meant a boy putting his hand under a girl’s sweat…” Her voice trailed off when I nuzzled my mouth into her beautiful cleavage and licked a line from breasts to neck.

Layla shifted from the way I’d pulled her across my lap to straddle me. The skirt she wore parted, and I could feel the heat of her warm pussy through the material of my pants and her underwear. I groaned and used my thumbs to push down the cups of her bra before dipping my head to take in a pebbled nipple. She was right there with me when I bit down, keeping the pert bud between my teeth as I tugged before releasing and moving to the other side. She cupped my cheeks as I sucked, scraping her nails along the outline of my jaw. My hips rose to thrust into her, let her feel what she was doing to me.

When she moaned my name, I nearly lost my mind. I’d wanted nothing more than to hear that sound for so long. Moaning. My name. Her breathing was ragged as she ground against me. I hadn’t planned on anything more than a make-out session and sucking on her gorgeous tits, but when she ground down against my rock-hard cock a second time, I realized she needed a release.

Yet I was afraid to push her too much, too fast. So I tested the waters, rubbing my thumb gently over the outside of her panties.

Fuck me.

They were soaked.

Shit started to snowball out of my control after that. I fisted a handful of her hair and pulled her mouth down to mine. Unlike the last time, I didn’t have to encourage her to open for me. Layla’s tongue slid inside my mouth with an eagerness that made me groan. Her shirt was still pulled up, and her tits were pressed against me so tightly that the hardness of her nipples against my chest—even through my shirt—felt like flint scraping against steel. Sparks were flying.

But it wasn’t enough; I needed to set her on fire.

Lifting her up ever so gently, I cupped her pussy with the palm of my hand. Even though she ground right into it, I still wanted to hear her say it.

“Tell me you want me to make you come.”

She started to respond, but her words were cut off by a gasp when my thumb pressed on her swollen clit through her slick panties. “Yes. Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Make me come,” she panted. “Please.”

I gripped her hip with my left hand, lifted the slightest bit, and ripped the fucking panties from her skin with my right. The sounds of my desperation made her moan again.

I may come before her without her even touching my cock.

When I slipped two fingers inside of her, her back arched. I used my other hand to fist her hair, and yanked it back to expose her neck. Sucking hard on her delicate skin, I wanted to leave a mark to remind her what it felt like to have me finger-fuck her.

Her pussy was so snug. I slid my fingers out and then pushed them back in harder than she expected. She gasped, and my mouth dipped lower to find her nipple again.

“You’re so wet for me. So beautifully tight. I love that I’ll be your first in such a long time. And you for me.” I increased the speed of my pumping fingers. They glided in and out smoothly now, her body relaxing a little and accepting the pleasure. Her hips began to rock.

“Are you on the pill, Layla?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Good. I went to the doctor last week for a checkup. I’m clean. I’ll bring you the papers to show you, if you’d like.” I added a third finger at the exact moment I gave her hair another good, hard tug, and her moan sounded like a song.

“We’ve had barriers between us for years. I want nothing between us when you’re ready. I want you bare so I can fill you with my cum.”

I stretched my thumb to press on her clit, which I’d purposely been ignoring, and when she started to chant yes, yes, yes, I wasn’t sure if she liked what I was doing or couldn’t wait for me to come inside her, too. I liked to think it was both.

I felt her pussy clench around my fingers and pulled my head back to watch the magical moment of her explosion. The sight was more captivating than anything I’d ever seen. Her muscles throbbed as she cried out my name, and then her face went tense before a glow of relaxation hit. Her eyes closed, and she rode a wave of euphoria.

Beautiful.

Just fucking beautiful.

Eventually, I let go of my tight grip on her hair, and she collapsed forward onto me. Face pressed to my shoulder, her breathing stayed ragged for a while. When it leveled out, she turned her head to face me, and I caught the best lazy smile on her lips.

I smiled back from ear to ear. She’d been the one to orgasm, but that happy face was the best gift she could have given me. Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed the top of her head. This…this was another of those moments when I wanted time to stand still.

“God, I think I really needed that.” Layla’s voice had already turned groggy.

“I think you did, too.”

“Damn. The boys in high school really had no clue what they were doing if this is feeling me up.”

I chuckled. “Is it crazy that I have an urge to beat the crap out of a bunch of faceless high school jocks who got to feel your tits before me?”

She laughed. “Crazy? Yes. But also really sweet.”

I felt the car slow and looked out the window. We were already through the tunnel and back in Manhattan. I had no sense of time when it came to this woman. From the first day I’d met her, the hours seemed to fly by.

“We’re almost to your place,” I whispered and kissed her forehead.

She perked up and looked outside. “Wow. That was really fast.”

I looked at my watch. “We left Quinn’s place almost a full hour ago.”

She smoothed her hair and grinned. “Damn. I guess time flies when you’re having fun.”

A few minutes later, just as we’d both gotten ourselves situated again, we pulled up outside her apartment. My hard-on wasn’t about to go away on its own, but it had at least gone down enough to be able to walk.

“I’ll walk you up.”

Layla bit down on her lip, her eyes skirting from mine as she deliberated over something. “I didn’t take care of you. Do you want to come in for a little while?”

It was an invitation I’d have given my left arm for a few weeks ago. Yet when I looked in her eyes and saw hesitancy, I knew she wasn’t ready for that.

“As much as I want to say yes…” I slipped two fingers under her chin and lifted so our eyes met. “As much as I really want to say yes, I should go.”

She looked both relieved and disappointed, but nodded.

I decided it was safer to say goodbye at the door. After she unlocked her apartment, I held onto the doorjamb with both hands. “Come with me to a party tomorrow night. It’s my father’s partner’s sixtieth birthday, so it won’t be as much fun as a six-year-old’s, but I’d love to take you and show you off. Grant is also my godfather.”

Layla’s face softened. “I’d love that.”

“Will you still feel that way if I tell you it’s black tie?”

She smiled. “I’m sure I can dig something fancy out of my packed closet.”

I nodded. “Seven o’clock.”

“Okay.”

Leaning down, I brushed my lips with hers, even though I really wanted to devour that mouth again. “Thank you for tonight, Freckles.”

She blushed. “Pretty sure I’m the one who should be thanking you after the car ride home.”

“It was my pleasure. I can’t wait to do it again very soon…only next time…with my tongue.”