Authors: Georgia le Carre
Layla
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ne corner of his mouth crooks up. I love his mouth. The way he says ride is slow and sexy. I bet he can give me a ride. Silently, I watch Ria glug her champagne down as fast as is humanely possible. Her eyes drift longingly to the bottle, but she stands and comes towards me. I allow her to hurriedly air peck both my cheeks and watch while she does the same to BJ. Then she is gone.
And I meet his eyes. ‘There’s no emergency is there?’
Utterly unperturbed he grins. ‘Of course not.’
I stand up.
He looks up at me. His eyes are no longer lazy, and tame. They are unblinking and burning with a fire-like intensity. ‘You’re all grown up now, Layla. You don’t really need a chaperone, do you?’
‘No, but I don’t appreciate being manipulated.’
‘Would you have come on your own?’
I pause. ‘I guess not.’
‘Do you want me to call Ria back?’ he asks gently.
My shoulders sag. Of course I don’t. I know what I’m here for. My anger is totally irrational, a result of nervous energy.
‘Sit down,’ he says softly. ‘I promise it’ll be the best fried chicken you’ll ever eat.’
I take a deep breath and reoccupy the chair I’d vacated. He smiles.
There is something about this man …. Even when he was 15 and I had convinced myself that I thoroughly disliked him, he was still that tough insouciant who stared at me. Now that he’s all grown up and forbidden to me, his magnetism whispers and beckons irresistibly. I want him. I want him more than I’ve wanted anything else in my life. I want him so much it’s an ache somewhere deep inside me.
‘Are you hungry?’ he asks casually, the tone totally at odds with what I see in his eyes.
The reptilian brain lurking inside my head is not in the mood for pillow talk or cuddles or food. It wants what it wants. And what it wants is a fuck. A mindless fuck of epic proportions.
I shake my head and stare at his sexy mouth hungrily.
He lifts his eyebrows. ‘You’re radiating sex right now.’
My breath comes faster. ‘Oh yeah?’
His nostrils flare. ‘Yeah. You’re giving me a raging hard-on.’
God that was delivered deep and sexy.
Strange, my family made me believe I was made of sugar and spice and everything nice, and I have turned out to be made of
an inner itching that makes me lewd and lusting.
I stand up and walk over to the door to turn the lock.
He stands up. ‘Come and show me how wet you are.’
I walk towards him. When I am about three feet away, I leap up on him, loop my arms around his neck, and curl my legs around his hips, making sure to rub my damp panties against the hard bulge in his jeans.
His large hands curl around my thighs. ‘Now you’re talking, Princess.’
I lick my lower lip slowly.
He groans. ‘Holy shit, Layla.’
I lean closer to his ear, my breath hot. ‘What about the fried chicken?’
‘Fuck the fried chicken.’
I look up at him from under my lashes. ‘How about that ride then?’
‘Time you were in my bed, young lady,’ he growls and carries me with my wet pussy stuck to the fierce erection in his jeans. We go through a second door in the room that leads to a dim, narrow corridor lit only by an emergency light. I clasp my fingers tightly around his neck and feel like a tick hanging on to the neck of a huge beast.
His skin is warm and he smells wild, like the sea when it is stormy or the forest at night. And ale, I get a whiff of that too. I lay my cheek on his chest and hear his heart beating fast and loud under his clothes. The corridor leads to another emergency door that opens out to the cold night.
Snowflakes fall on his cheeks. I reach up and lick one. His skin feels hot. He leans imperceptibly closer. There is naked need in his eyes. I stare up at him and watch as his breath frosts before it reaches my face.
‘When I find something I want to keep, I never let go,’ he says quietly.
I smile.
He lifts my shirt and puts his fingertips on my belly.
I shudder. ‘Cold.’ But I don’t jerk away. I don’t want him to take his hand away.
He stops in front of a massive, souped up four-wheel drive. More lorry than car. He opens the passenger door and deposits me inside as if I weigh no more than a child. He closes the door, gets into the driver’s seat, turns on the noisy engine, and we hurtle through the cold streets of London.
‘Where are we going?’
He glances at me before returning his eyes to the road. ‘Do you really care?’
He’s right. I don’t. We don’t say a word after that. Sometimes I look sideways at him, but he has his head turned towards the traffic and his profile is stern, his jaw clenched tight. When he briefly looks at me his eyes are glittering and as cold as that of a serpent.
I wonder what he is thinking. I don’t ask. It feels like this is what we were meant to do. Always. The dislike was a temporary cover for this volcano of passion and lust.
When we reach his house, he turns to me. In the light of the street lamp, his eyebrows are a straight line under which pools of blackness have gathered. The scar on his face seems alive. He is the most intimidating and magnetic man I have ever met.
‘Last chance to back out,’ he warns. In the strange shadows his entire body seems to be crouched, tense and waiting. The potty-mouthed bastard is gone. I’ve never seen him look so grim or so apprehensive. At that moment I know that this is one of those times when I hold all the cards. When my decision will change everything forever.
Both of us know this cannot and will never be just a one-night stand. There will be no going back from this. It will be messy. Other people will get involved. And the inevitable break-up will be heartbreaking. My family will be hurt. I blank out the implications even as Jake’s face swims into my consciousness.
Make no mistake. He is a criminal.
This is a guy who gets laid a lot. I close my eyes. It can be a secret. It can be our secret. No one else needs to know. When it burns out, only I will suffer.
‘No thanks,’ I whisper.
His body becomes slack with relief. He got the girl again. He nods. ‘Thank God,’ he says savagely triumphant. ‘My balls are aching like they’ve been sucker punched. I need to have my cock in your hot little cunt as soon as possible.’
He hauls open the door on my side, scoops me into his arms, and carries me off to his lair. I look up into his face. Who’d have thought?
Him and me.
Layla
H
e kicks the front door shut behind him. The house is semi-dark and his footsteps echo. He obviously doesn’t use this place much. There is a lamp lit in one of the rooms, its light spilling out into the hallway. He takes me up the stairs, opens a door, and lays me down on a very large bed. Silently, he moves to the fireplace and lights it. A gas fire throws up dancing flames and the sparse room becomes full of shadows.
He turns to me, an odd expression on his face, as if he is stunned to find me in his living space. There is almost an animal-like quality about him. Like a wolf that is crouched and tense, ready to spring on its prey. I drink him in, mesmerized by how large he is, how desperately I want him. He hesitates, as if his next move matters, then walks up to me and says, ‘Play with yourself until you are wet and hot.’
‘I’m already wet and hot,’ I gasp.
‘I want to see your pussy dripping. I want to be able to smell you from here. Can you do that for me?’
He emits heat like a radiator. I feel his power flow from his skin and envelop me like a mist. I don’t know why, but I do not feel the slightest bit shy. I lift my skirt so he will have a clear view and, spreading my legs, slowly slip my hand into my panties and over my mound. I look up at him and deliberately push my finger deep into my slick channel. My sex is so swollen and engorged with lust that a moan oozes out of me. The sound is thick and so full of need that it is a revelation even to me.
He stands very still, a stranger, watching me avidly. As if this is the first time a woman has ever opened her legs for him.
‘I’m dripping,’ I groan, my legs squirming. I’ve never been so hot or so wet before.
‘Show me.’
The ache is so strong it feels as if I am bruised between my thighs. I slide my panties over my legs and feet.
He catches me by my ankles, pulls my legs apart, and looks down at me. No man has ever looked at me the way he is looking. As if he is looking at the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his life. Possessively and with pure, unadulterated yearning. It is addictive. I feel as high as I did that time I had a puff of weed behind the bicycle shed with Willow and her boyfriend. The knots in the thick muscles of his shoulders tell me how much control he is exerting over himself.
His gaze travels back to my face and our eyes lock. His are deliberately hooded, the half-moons holding a force that seems unsuitable for a junkyard dog willing to mate with anything in a skirt. It’s more like something you would encounter in a slow-moving, achingly beautiful dream. I want him to enter me so bad my entire body feels like one exposed raw nerve.
‘Take off your top,’ he growls.
I pull it roughly over my head.
‘Lose the bra.’
That went the way of the top pretty damn quick.
He grasps me by my waist as if I am a doll of little consequence or weight and turns me on my face. I hear him unzip my skirt and pull it down my legs. He turns me back around.
‘I want to see you play with your nipples.’
I rub my fingers in circles and then catch them between my thumb and forefinger and roll them. His eyes widen.
He kneels down and a shock of black hair falls onto his forehead. My body rises off the bed as my hand moves helplessly to it. I claw my hand through his hair. He remains still, silent, powerful.
I like to tie girls up and suck their pussies until they scream.
‘Make me scream,’ I whisper.
‘Thought you’d never ask,’ he says and slips his palms under my buttocks turning my crotch into a sort of plate or bowl and brings me to his mouth. For a second he looks like a beast about to devour me. And that aura of dominance turns me to mush. I cream. Slickness runs down the insides of my thighs. He extends his hot tongue, swipes it along the crack, and swirls the tip over my plumped, engorged folds.
There is not an inch he does not explore, tease, or brush. Down one side, up the other, this way, that way, a poke here, a brush there … until my pussy is on fire and I am out of my mind with need, squirming and begging for release.
He sucks my clit and the molten heat of his mouth is such a shock to my system it makes my whole body shake. I come so fucking hard I scream. He doesn’t take his huge head away from my oversensitive, pulsating clit and the orgasm goes on and on. The muscle contractions come and come until my head spins. It is raw, primal, and violent, unlike anything I have ever experienced.
‘Whoa, that was amazing,’ I whisper, in my stupor.
‘Good. Because I’m ready to fuck.’
He pulls his t-shirt over his head and I gape. Holy shit! He is covered in tats. My brothers have them, but not like this. I let my eyes rove over them. Angels, demons, patterns, and the words No Fear blazing across his chest. He unbuttons his fly and his trousers hit the floor. He pulls down his underwear and his cock springs out. My eyes widen. Holy shit fuck! That is the biggest, angriest cock I have ever seen in my life. Swollen and decorated with throbbing veins it is literally jerking with aggression and animal vigor.
‘So this is what all the fuss is about,’ I say wonderingly. Now I know why he wanted me to be dripping wet.
‘Don’t fret, hun. Just spread your legs a bit wider,’ he advises as he rolls a condom over the massive shaft.
Eagerly I splay my legs as far as they will go. He lifts both my wrists over my head and traps them under his large hand. Staring in my eyes he slowly sinks his massive cockhead into me, forcing my pussy to accommodate him. He is so big my mouth opens in a silent cry of shock. I’ve never been so stretched before or so damn full.
‘Fuck, your cunt is incredibly tight,’ he rumbles deep in his throat.
Unable to talk, I take a shallow breath, and he uses that opportunity to push himself even deeper into me.
Oh God. Yes.
‘You like having a big dick inside you, Princess Layla?’
Vulnerable and totally exposed, I nod.
He pushes again. And he is balls-deep inside.
I expel the breath I was holding.
‘You took it all like a good girl,’ he growls and, bringing his mouth to my nipple, bites it.
‘You fucking animal,’ I curse and it is like playing with fire. The beast inside him takes over. He withdraws from my pussy and slams back in so hard my breasts quake, and my whole body shunts upwards. I feel the jolt in my bones. It is like being drilled into. I grunt.
He rams into me again, but this time I am ready for him and I enjoy it.
‘Is that all you got?’ I goad, squeezing the splendid thickness inside me.
It isn’t. He turns my insides into molten lava. I think my clit is alive and will burst into flames. Trapped under this giant, I fucking lose it. Ferociously, I jam my hips upwards, tangle my legs around his ass, and scream like a foghorn as he continues to thrust into me.
When it is over, I gaze up at him mistily. His cock is buried so deep inside me I think I own it. It must be mine.
It is a shock when he pulls out of me suddenly. He releases my hands and falls on his back on the bed.
‘Now ride me,’ he orders.
I cannot wait to fulfill that command. I crawl to him, greedily lower myself onto the glorious pillar of hard meat
and lock my muscles around the throbbing goodness.
Impaled on his cock, my body sighs with possessive pleasure. This man was made for me.
I lean forward to balance myself and begin to move on his thick shaft. Each hard slam makes him shoot deeper into me.
‘That’s it. Ride me hard.’
He comes like a raging bull, his body heaving, his head thrown back, his lips curled back in a snarl, and his eyes glazed and unseeing. I ride him through it all. When he stops exploding and becomes still, I can see the wavy heat rising from our joined flesh. I rub my pussy on him restlessly. I don’t want his cock out of my body.
‘You want more, Princess?’
‘I do,’ I say, but in fact, I feel completely drained and sleepy.
He holds me and rolls himself so we are both lying on our sides facing each other. Slowly, he slips out of me. My legs feel cramped and stiff and I straighten them with a sigh.
He touches my hair. ‘So silky,’ he mutters.
My eyes droop closed for a second before I realize that I am falling asleep. I force them open and look at him. It is astonishing how awake and alert he seems to be.
‘Aren’t you sleepy?’ I ask.
‘Nope. I have a high metabolic rate. I don’t tire fast. In fact, I hardly ever sleep.’ He eases off the condom, ties it, and chucks it over the edge of the bed.
‘Really? That’s amazing.’
‘It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. I spend too many nights when everyone else is asleep wandering around like some night creature.’
‘Is that why they call you The Bat? Because you’re up all night.’
He gives me an odd look, as if he is deciding what to tell me. ‘No, that’s not why.’
I get up on my elbow and look at him curiously. ‘Why then?’
In one smooth move he is on his haunches and has pulled me upright on the bed. We stand facing each other. ‘Because when I was 15 I didn’t know how to control my rage or my power and that made me fierce and vicious. This is how I fought then.’
He tucks his chin down to his chest, rounds his shoulders, and moves his fists as if he is throwing punches to the sides of my body. They only touch my body, but I get a measure of how lightning-fast his delivery is, and how impossible it must be to try and evade them if he was doing it for real. In seconds, I feel disorientated and I don’t resist when he grabs my shoulders, swooping down to touch his open mouth to the side of my neck. He lifts his head and stares at me.
‘I bit them hard enough to draw blood. At the end of every fight, my mouth was always dripping with their blood and sometimes I even spat out flesh.’
I stand frozen with shock. ‘Why were you so angry?’
Something flashes in his eyes. Something that hurt him badly. It shocks me to see him so vulnerable. And then a veil comes over his eyes. He had accidently revealed too much. ‘I didn’t bring you here talk. You’re here to fuck and to suck cock,’ he says, pushing my shoulders downwards.
I get on my knees. His cock is already rock hard, but just a moment ago I saw something in his eyes. Some terrible pain.
‘It’s a nice cock. I’ll enjoy sucking it,’ I say, softly looking up at him.
I lean forward and lick the smooth head. He rakes his fingers through my hair, fists them, and fucks my mouth as if I am a prostitute he picked up on a street corner. But I understood, even when I was getting on my knees, that it is the hurt, the terrible hurt that I reminded him of that is driving him.
He comes in my mouth without asking if he can.
I get it. He has just made me submit. Made me swallow his cum. He has owned me. I look up at him, my mouth still full of his softening flesh. His shoulders heave. He pulls out of me, crouches down, and we stare at each other. And I know that something has changed.
‘I have to leave,’ I say.
‘Stay the night.’
‘I can’t. Dominic is taking me out to breakfast.’
‘Sorry, I can’t let you go just yet. I haven’t had enough of you yet.’
‘I’m too sore, BJ.’
‘I know,’ he says softly, his voice husky. ‘I won’t hurt you.’
I feel my stomach lift.
He puts me on my back, pins me to the bed with his body, and kisses my eyes. What he does afterwards can only be called a worship of my body with his tongue and mouth. He covers every inch of me kissing, sucking, licking, nipping, biting. Neck, hands, fingers, legs, toes, breasts, nipples, stomach, hips, back, buttocks, asshole, and—finally, finally when I am shivering with arousal —clit.
The result of so much attention is an orgasm like I’ve never had. The kind where there are stars at the back of your eyelids and you really think you are going to pass out, or perhaps you even actually pass out. No wonder the French call it
la petite mort
, the little death. It is so consuming and powerful I feel almost melancholy and tears slip out of my eyes.
He looks at them curiously, bending his head to lick them.
The gesture is so innocent, so without guile that it makes me feel unreal. At that surreal moment I believe myself to be merely a reflection on a shiny surface or part of a dream. It is in the play of light from the flames in the fireplace on his face that pulls me back. I see him for what he really is. A totally misunderstood, half-man, half-beast, hiding a suffering heart. And I feel as protective over him as a mother bear of her cubs. I could never let anyone hurt him. And I know, in this moment, that I must never, never bring harm to him. I must guard him from the wrath of my family.