Third Date (10 page)

I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted him to touch me and caress me. I wanted Layne to give me what I'd missed for so long. To be felt, to be enjoyed, to lose myself in pure bliss.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, twirling and dancing, bringing me back to life. Our tongues licked and coiled, the muscles fiercely colliding around each other.

My body was tingling, the heat zipping from my chest to my toes, and back up my thighs. My sex was growing warmer, wetter, eager to feel.

I had forgotten how good it felt to be intimate, to be filled with lust and nothing else. I had been lost for so long, blocking out any needs that might have tried to creep up and steal me away.

But with Layne, I wanted him to steal me, claim me, make me remember what I had forgotten.

Running my fingers up the corded muscle of his abs, I lifted the shirt over his head. His chest and torso were covered in bright vibrant ink. The tattoos danced, and moved as each muscle tensed with my touch.

Wow, he's built like a god. A statue carved from the finest marble.

His mouth had found my neck, spotting my skin with intense kisses. Digging his fingers into the roots of my hair, he tugged my head back, licking my throat. A soft moan escaped my lips, bleeding into the music and washing away as he pushed his mouth back onto mine.

That was it, I was gone. All thoughts had depleted, shriveling up and turning to dust. I needed him, I needed this.

“Layne?” I asked softly under shattered air.

“Yeah?” His fingers tempted the trim of my shirt, curling lightly underneath and tracing my spine.

“It's been ages since I've been with anyone.” My whisper caught his attention, his lips halting from devouring my skin.

Sliding his palm across my cheek, he cupped my jaw. “Kinsley, I promise I won't hurt you, but we don't have to do this if you're unsure.”

“I didn't say to stop, I only said it's been awhile.” Smirking, my fingertips teased the trim of his jeans. Tracing the shell of his ear with my tongue, I said, “Please don't stop.”

A deep growl fell from the back of his throat, scooping me up instantly into his arms. “Where's your bedroom?”

Between small nips of his neck, the words floated off my tongue with ease. “First door on the right down the hall.”

Swinging himself around, Layne walked as if he was carrying a small box, not my entire body. I felt weightless, and small in his arms. And my heart was beating with so much carnal need that I was sure if he didn't get us to the bedroom in the next few seconds, I'd have him right where we stood.

Any rational thinking had flown out the window, lost and blurred between my pussy clenching between my thighs, and the hard-on pressing forcefully against his jeans.

I wasn't going to let him to stop, I had already jumped the wall.

Kicking the door open, the handle made a loud bang against the drywall. “Shh,” I said giggling. “We still need to be quiet.”

“Tell me that in a minute when I'm fucking your brains out and you can't help but scream my name.” Layne dropped me onto the mattress, teeth biting down on his lower lip. “Because you will scream my name, Kinsley.”

A shiver raked my spine, curling around my heart and digging in. I didn't have anymore words forming in my head, the only thing in my mind that moment was feeling Layne deep inside me.

His fingers grabbed the hem of my shirt, tearing it over my head. Layne's eyes enlarged, lids expanding past their limit as he looked down on my chest. Exchanging his growl for a deep grunt, his lips found my nipples.

The wet caress of his tongue glided across each hardened bead, his lips sucking and slurping as his mouth hid my breast. My back arched off the bed, head falling back, eyes closing tight.

The feeling was surreal, one I had forgotten but remembered, lost but found. It was euphoric, tantalizing, making my flesh scream with heat. The small droplets of sweat rose across my chest, finding the bend in my sides, they rode my ribs to the mattress.

His touch was amazing, incredible. Layne touched me with power, confidence, he touched me like I had been an object of his desire.

My nails scraped his back, working their way down to his zipper. Popping the button free, the metallic ping of steel teeth hit my ears. “Oh, you're a needy girl, aren't you? Can't wait to feel my cock spread you open?”

I couldn't speak, only moaning as I surrendered to his envy.

“Say it, say you want to feel me.” The stern words sunk into my skull as his hands entangled the roots of my hair.

Opening my eyes to look at him, Layne's face was unfurling in need, a feral envy coated his pupils, glazing his eyes. “I want to feel you,” I said, my body charging like a live wire. I was hot, wet, exposed, and couldn't stand one more second without his cock inside me. “I need to feel you, fuck me.”

Slipping his jeans over his hip, his cock bounced free. Palming his erection, his face went taut. The heat between my thighs had liquefied, slicking my skin. And as he hovered above me, a smooth sultry smile teased the corner of his lips. “I'm going to make you remember what a real man feels like.”

Lowering the tip of his cock, the engorged head pressed my opening. My body tensed, muscles constricting in anticipation. It had been such a long a time, a sense of fear crept in.

Is it going to hurt?

When in the back of my mind a tiny voice called out,
'Protection!'

Layne's fingers drew up across my belly, sending a shiver over my skin. His lips suckled my nipple, stealing away all thoughts, all voices, and everything around me.

But before I could let my brain sync up with my inner voice of reason, his cock slid in, washing away any rational thoughts. My brain had turned to mush, soaking up the intoxicating energy that coated my body.

My toes curled, fingers digging into his back as he lowered himself to rest on his elbows, pushing more of his thick shaft inside.

I could feel my thighs trembling, chest shaking, and my heart shivering as I took in inch after inch. Wincing as the last of him delved in and my sex sheathed his cock, Layne asked, “Are you alright? Does that hurt?”

“I'm okay, keep going, don't stop.” Rocking my hips under his, I met his rhythm. Pumping and rolling, swaying and pulsing. The more he entered, the wetter my pussy became.

I was drenched, the feel of my juice warmed my lips, the sensation building and shooting static over my entire body.

With each thrust, he went deeper and deeper, until I could feel him hitting my lower belly. His mouth worked over my neck, biting and nibbling the tender flesh. His cock had swelled, pulsing as his balls slapped against my ass.

“Kinsley, my God you're so tight.” Layne whispered into my ear, his fingers diving deeper into my hair.

Pump after pump, the tension left my frame, stealing away the discomfort of his large cock and replacing it with pleasure. My nipples had turned rigid, brushing his smooth chest. The small tuft of hair at his base was tickling my tummy, soaking in my cream.

The nerves in my head began to fire off, one after another. Clenching the mattress, I felt the orgasm building. Prickles broke across my skin, my flesh now a fire red, any sign of the light ivory had been masked with each thrust.

Raking his back with my nails, my thighs trembled as the climax reached its peak. “Ahh! Layne, fuck, Layne!” I yelled, eyes rolling back in my head. Loud bursts of colors fired off behind my lids, the bright reds and oranges matched the colors staining his skin.

I felt his body tighten, back firming as a long baritone moan flew out from the back of his throat. His cock pulsed deep inside me, throbbing and jerking as he gave into the orgasm.

“Holy shit, Kinsley.” Rolling off my body, Layne's arms fell over his head. “That was incredible, wow.”

“Looks like I've still got it,” I said giggling. Turning to face him, I wrapped a leg over his, and spun a single finger over his ribs.

It was strange, I had always thought that the first time I had sex since my life had changed would be awkward and uncomfortable.

But I was wrong. I felt amazing, relieved, and like the past few years had been lifted off my shoulders.

My body was still tingling, my sex still swollen, clit still pulsating, as I curled into Layne's arm.

And for the first time, I fell asleep happy.

Completely and utterly happy.

Layne

T
he sun crept in across my face, warming my skin. Opening my eyes, the room was still blurred out and fuzzy.

Rubbing my eyes, I opened them again, and complete surprise hit me. Standing beside the bed was the small face of a little girl, peering down on me with a large, open gaze.

“Hi,” she said, hugging a little brown, but very ragged looking, teddy bear.

“Hello.” Smiling, I pressed up into the pillow. I wasn't sure what to say to this girl, but I knew who she was.

Fay, Kinsley's daughter. Her round face and brown hair resembled her mother's. The almond shape of her eyes, giant lashes fanning her lids were so similar to Kinsley. But, I could also see the face of her father.

After studying the picture the night before, her green eyes were distinct, and the dimples were a sheer carbon copy.

“Who are you?” She asked, her voice high and soft at the same time.

Scanning her face, her brows scrunched with curiosity. “Um, who am I...” Quickly, I tugged the blankets higher up my chest, shifting with an awkward snap. It had hit me right then that I was completely naked under the blankets, and my clothes were crumpled up in the corner of the room, behind Fay. “Well, I'm uh... I'm the mattress guy. I just came to make sure there wasn't a problem with your Mom's.” Bouncing softly on the bed, the mattress squeaked under my weight. “Yup, it seems to be working good.”

“But it has a squeak, you didn't fix the squeak.” The small child poked the mattress, cuddling the bear under one arm.

“Yeah, that's my next job, to fix the squeak.” My nerves were on edge, wishing that Kinsley would wake up and save me from digging myself deeper in this hole.

“Hey, you want to see what I can do?” Her lips spread, eyes eager for me to say yes.

“Yes, yes I do.” Nodding my head, I folded my arms over my chest.

Kinsley, wake up. You can get up now.

Holding still, the little girl with huge fluffy curls, lifted her head back, and crossed her eyes, looking down the bridge of her nose. “Did you see it?”

“See what?”

“Ugh, watch again.” Her head fell back a second time, crossing her eyes.

“Oh, oh yeah, wow. That was really cool, how did you learn to do that?”

“Mommy says I got talent.” Her hand fell to her hip, head tilting to the side.

Oh lord, she's a spitting image of her mom.
Chuckling at the sight, Fay squinted her eyes.

“What's so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing really. I just didn't know a girl your age could ever cross her eyes so good.”

She seemed satisfied with my answer, jumping up and down in place, and smiling. “So, mattress man, you want to see my room? Maybe you can fix my mattress too, I hate it.”

“You do? And why's that?”

“Because one time, our cat, Mr. Jingles, threw up on it. And it was so gross!” Her small foot stomped the ground, the teddy bear jostling side to side. By the condition of that bear, I was surprised it even had limbs left.

“Well that's easy to fix,” I said, waving a hand in the air.

“Can you fix it?” Her hands came together, tightly clasped in a closed fist. Pushing out her lower lip, she looked like she was pleading for me to make it better.

How do I say no to that face?

“Okay, give me two minutes, and I'll come take a look.”

Her toes twirled in the carpet, arms flailing up and down like she was trying to lift off and fly. “Thank you! Thank you!” She spat, turning and skipping off down the hall.

Swiftly, I jumped out of the bed, scrambling to tug my clothes on. Glancing at Kinsley, she was sleeping soundly, her face glowing under the beam of sun raining down.

I couldn't wake her up, she just looked too beautiful, like a sleeping angel under the ray of pure exhaustion.

Yeah, I did that.

“Mattress man, I'm in here!” The tiny voice echoed down the quiet hall.

Following her voice, I made my way to a door that had several wooden flowers secured on the outside. A large 'F' was resting in the middle, and sparkling with gems. “Wow, your room is very pretty,” I said, leaning in the doorway.

“Thank you, Mommy says she wishes she had a room like this when she was little. But Memeré says she's just being dramatic, and that her room was just as nice.”

Angling my head, I scrunched my lips, and bent my brows. “Oh really?”

“Yup, but Mommy says Memeré is old, and that her mind might be going.” Spinning a finger by her temple, her eyes rolled in the sockets as her head rocked from side to side.

Huh, who knew kids could be so funny.

Chuckling, I said, “Well, sometimes that happens.” I watched the small girl prance around the room, pointing out each and every object.

“This is my dresser, this is my tea set, do you like tea?” Her frail fingers gripped a miniature cup, no larger than an a quarter measuring cup.

“That depends, what type of tea is it?”

Fay's head snapped up, staring at me like I was growing four new heads of my own. “Mr. Mattress Man, it's only pretend tea, so it can be any kind you want.” Shaking her head, a mess of curls bounced side to side. “Boys, you guys are complicated.”

Laughing, I crouched down to her height. “Well, since you put it like that, then yes, I love tea.”

“Maybe one day you can come over for a tea party, would you?” Fay's already large green eyes twinkled with excited pops.

“I would love to come over for a tea party.” Smiling, I plucked the corner of her pajamas at the shoulder.

“When do you want to come over for one?” Her feet narrowed, toes digging into the carpet as petite jumps flew up and down.

“How about two days from the last day of the month?”

“Sounds perfect! Can you fix my bed now?” Lifting the sheet, Fay pointed at a small circular, orange stain. “This is it,” she said, cupping her hand at the corner of her mouth. “And if I put my nose really close, it smells like Mr. Jingles' butt.” Her small face scrunched tight, eyes closing as she shook her head and stuck her tongue out.