“Damn it!” She struggled, but that had always been part of the thrill. “Let me go!”
“You know that’s not what you want.” They had only played at it before, now playtime was over. “We’re grown-ups now. Admit what you want, what you need. I can give it to you.”
“What makes you so sure you know what I want, Bogart Lawson? It’s been a long time. Maybe I’ve changed.”
“Are you going to lie and tell me that sweet little pink cunt isn’t soaked?”
She sucked in a breath, and he knew she was shocked at his coarse language. He hadn’t spoken like that in high school, but they weren’t in high school any more. He reached around her squirming body and cupped her mound. He could feel the steaming heat through the rough fabric of her jeans.
She whimpered, her body trembling. “Oh, God!”
With skilled accuracy, he found the hard knot of her clit, and began to stroke with rough swipes, the course fabric of her jeans making it all the hotter. “Oh, that’s it. You’re so hot, so ready. I can’t wait to be inside you. I remember how hot and wet you always were.” He rocked his cock into her, the action bringing on a rush of sweet agony. “I know you want it just as much as I do. Come on, baby, admit it and we can both get relief.”
Chapter Eight
Layla was afraid her legs would collapse underneath her. This was the feeling she’d been missing all these years. Her body felt as if it was coming back to life after a long night’s sleep. The anger that had been fueling her just moments ago morphed into white hot desire, but she couldn’t give in to him so easily. That wouldn’t give either of them the satisfaction they needed.
Smirking, she caught his gaze boldly. “I don’t need you to find relief. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” She taunted, knowing the idea of her masturbating would drive him crazy.
Bo groaned deep, and she actually felt his big body tremble. “One day soon I’m going to watch you get yourself off. I love the idea of watching those sweet little fingers playing with your plump, juicy clit, but not tonight. You want satisfaction, you’ll get it from me tonight.”
He found the button fly of her jeans and in less than a second had them unbuttoned and the zipper down. Layla held her breath as one of those big hands slid inside, slipping past her soaked panties. Her body moved of its own accord, arching into his questing fingers.
“Oh! Oh please!” She whimpered, barely recognizing her own voice.
The plump lips of her pussy parted and his fingers slid home, gliding over her clit. “That’s right. That’s what I want to hear. I love the sound of please on your lips.” His voice had dropped into a deep growl as he whispered into her ear. “Fuck, you’re so wet! Are you as hot and tight as I remember? Your sweet little snatch used to just about strangle my dick. Do you feel how hard I am just thinking about being inside you again?”
Lord help her, she could feel him. He was a thick hard bar riding the crack of her ass. She wanted him stretching and filling her like he’d always done. Hell, their first time together, she’d thought he split her in two, he was so big, and now it had been so long since she’d had a man, it would probably feel like that all over again, and damn if she wasn’t masochist enough to crave that sweet pleasure-pain. She just had to get past her pride, past her fears. “Yes, Bo. I want it too, I need it, but I can’t make it easy. That just wouldn’t be our style. It wouldn’t give either of us the satisfaction we crave.”
“I know sweet Layla, you’re as twisted as I am. That’s why we are so perfect together. Pick a safe word, and you know I’ll stop. You know I’ll never really hurt you, but unless you say that safe word, I’m going to take you any way and every way. I’ll use this gorgeous body to slack my desires over and over again. I’ll make you come so many times that you beg for mercy.” As the last word slid from his lips, he ruthlessly thrust a long thick finger inside, and her body clamped down around him as little tremors of pre-orgasm left her breathless. “Safe word,” he demanded again.
Layla wanted to shout. Why didn’t he just do it? She was in agony. All it would take was a small stroke from his rough finger, and she’d go off like a rocket. Her brain was beyond producing coherent words, but then he withdrew his finger, leaving her feeling empty and wanting. “No!” she wailed, trying to wiggle back down onto his finger and impale herself again.
“Safe word.” He pulled his hand completely from her jeans and she screamed.
“Bastard! Tease, put it back!” she demanded, going wild in his arms.
“You know what you need to say before we move any farther, before we go any deeper. Pick a safe word for both our sakes.”
A safe word. They’d never gone so far that they needed a safe word before. A shiver of excitement ran through her. She knew she should probably be afraid, but she was eager. Bo had never been disgusted by her perverse need to be taken, to be used, but she knew that what they’d done before would be child’s play. First she needed a safe word. “Pickle. My safe word is pickle.”
“Pickle.” He repeated with a nod of confirmation before he spun her around. He covered her mouth with his and forced her lips wide in a deep, soul-searing kiss.
Eagerly her hands went around his waist. She wanted to feel his hot skin under her fingers. She caught a fistful of his t-shirt and yanked it free. Her hands slid down the back of his jeans, her nails digging into the firm muscles of his ass. He gave a hum of approval and deepened the kiss. The T-shirt she wore flew over her head and his skilled fingers made quick work of the clasp on her bra. She was bare to the waist before she even realized it. His hands cupped her breast and then he froze. Leaning back he seemed to drink her in.
“What do you think?” she asked with a wicked grin, knowing his reaction was to the gleaming silver rings through her taut nipples.
“God woman, I didn’t think you could get any hotter, but fuck!” He lifted a finger and reached out to lightly tweak each tip, giving the rings a gentle tug. She groaned and arched into him. “What else have you done?”
“My belly of course,” she said, giving the ring at her navel a light twist. “That was the first.” She turned in his arms and displayed her back and the detailed angel wings that covered most of it.
“Beautiful. Absolutely fucking beautiful.” He murmured, tracing the outline of each wing before he drew her back against his chest.
“Ah.” She sighed as skin met skin, and she realized he’d tossed his T-shirt aside as well. His palms covered her tits, the rough pads brushing the pierced tips. He ground his cock into her. “Bo, damn. Yes!”
“You want it?” As if he even needed to ask.
“Yes!”
“Get on your knees now.”
“W–what?” Wasn’t he going to fuck her? That’s what she wanted, what she thought they both wanted.
“I didn’t stutter, did I? Do what you’re told, get on your knees.”
“But I want it now.” She couldn’t help the whine in her voice. “I want you inside of me, Bo.”
He caught a handful of her hair in his fist and gently, but firmly pushed her down. “I’m not going to tell you again. Get on your knees and wrap those beautiful lips around my cock. You want to fuck, get me good and ready.”
Well, when he put it that way, she dropped gracelessly, her trembling fingers going to the fly of his jeans. It wasn’t that she was opposed to sucking his cock, but damn she was so close to coming, she couldn’t think beyond the idea of having him inside her. She managed to free him from the restraining fabric of his jeans. He let out a deep sigh, and she moaned. She’d never imagined a cock could be so beautiful. She’d been too shy to really study it before, but now she did. It was long and thick, topped with a broad head already dripping with pre-cum. Okay so maybe she did kind of like the idea of sucking him. Leaning forward, she swiped the tip, catching the leaking fluid, and it tasted so good, she did it again before running her tongue around the throbbing head. His guttural groan sent a thrill straight through her. Unable to resist, she sank down on
him, forcing herself to relax and take him deep into her mouth.
“Fuck!” He shouted with a gasp. “That’s it, baby. Fuck yeah!”
Drawing up, she teased him, keeping only the tip between her lips as she tickled him with the tip of her tongue. His hand tightened on the fistful of hair he held. Chuckling, she sucked him deep again, setting a slow but steady rhythm that had him humming with approval.
Catching his jeans, she yanked them down, so he could kick them away. She drank in the view, still sucking, never losing the slow and even pace as she sat. A hand came up to cup his heavy balls while the other hand moved down to slide into the open fly of her own jeans. With practiced fingers, she found her clit and began to stroke it in the rhythm of her sucking. The dynamic of the situation had her on the edge in moments, her pussy trembling with her quickly approaching orgasm.
He stilled and gave her hair a sharp tug. “I don’t think so.” He reached down and yanked her hand free.
“Damn it! Let go! I was almost there.” She screeched, trying to yank her hand away. Her focus only on the orgasm she’d been denied. When that didn’t work, she jumped to her feet despite his fistful of hair he still held. “Piss off! Let me go!” She struggled.
He just laughed and that ratcheted her temper up even higher. “That’s not the right P word beautiful. You want me to let you go, you say the right word.”
“Screw you. I don’t owe you a damn thing.” Diving at him, she bit the first bit of available skin she found, the broad heavily muscled expanse of his chest.
“Ouch! You little hellion! You’re going to be the death of me!” But the ploy worked and his grip loosened enough for her to get away. She made it less than five steps before he was on her again. He shoved her face down over the edge of the couch, knocking the breath from her for several seconds. That was all the time he needed. The cool air hit her backside as he yanked her jeans down. “You want to get fucked, well then hell yeah, I’ll fuck you!” She wasn’t sure how he managed to get one leg free of her jeans and boots, but before she could even catch her breath, she was naked, ass up, and spread wide before him.
She heard the shuffle of fabric and then the rip of foil. She spared a moment of thanks that one of them still had enough sense to think of protection, then she wasn’t thinking at all. His hands caught her hips, lifting her to his invasion. Fingers dug into her ass even as his cock began to work its way into her tight sheath, the walls of her pussy stretching to accommodate him. The burn of the stretch and the sweet pleasure of fullness stole her breath. She was gasping, her fingers digging into the fabric of the couch by the time he was fully seated.
“Say my name. Who’s fucking you?” He demanded.
“Bo!” she wailed, not so much in response to his request, but as a demand that he move.
“That’s right. I want you screaming my name over and over as I fuck you.” He drew back and slammed home, drawing a wail from her, sending bolts of pleasure through her. “Who owns this hot little pussy?” He reached around her and skilled fingers found the throbbing knot of her clit.
Her pride wouldn’t let her answer, but she couldn’t resist grinding her body into his.
He slammed into her again, over and over. “Who? Answer me Layla.” He ordered even as he pounded home, each stroke a white hot lightning bolt of pleasure that she felt all the way down to her toes.
Each thrust brought her closer and closer to exploding, but just as she was on the edge, he stopped, pulling almost all of the way free. His fingers stilled, lightly pinching her clit.
“No!” she screamed, bucking under him, seeking to impale herself on him and grind into his fingers.
“Answer me Layla, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Go to hell!” She wasn’t so far gone that she’d answer that one. It might be the truth, but she wasn’t ready to give him the satisfaction. It was the dynamic of the battle that brought them both the most satisfaction.
“So fucking stubborn!” But apparently he couldn’t resist, himself. He let his cock slide back home. “Damn you! You know I’m right. It’s always been me. One day you’ll admit it!” And then it was as if he’d unleashed his inner beast. He took her then. There was no other way to describe it as he rode her hard and deep, pounding into her over and over again, as if attempting to prove who she belonged to. She’d be sore tomorrow, but she’d remember who she belonged to.
It was the final catalyst. She’d been on the edge so long, and his fierce fucking sent her into oblivion. She screamed as her body convulsed around him. The walls of her cunt spasmed and every muscle in her body seemed to sizzle. She came so hard she saw stars.
Vaguely she heard him roar as he slammed into her one final time, and she realized she’d taken him with her.
* * * *
His chest heaving, Bo held himself still. It took everything he had not to collapse onto her. Holy shit! he silently screamed. It was as if the cum had been pulled all the way from his toes.
Forcing a breath into his struggling lungs, he ran a hand down the gorgeous curve of her back. He wasn’t sure which of them was shaking harder. Sliding his arms around her waist, he pulled her up into his embrace. “You okay?” he asked hoarsely, nuzzling her ear.
She nodded and managed a stammered response. “Y–yes.”
Still shaking, he gently kissed the top of her head. Bending, he pulled off her clothes and tossed them in the same pile as his. He’d throw them in the washer later. For now he had better plans. Still shaking, he managed to scoop her up and cradle her against his chest. “Thank you,” he said as he carried her up the stairs to his bedroom.
“Thank you?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “For?”
“I know you’re a strong woman. Giving over to me like that is amazing. Your submission isn’t a gift I take lightly.”
Layla bit her lip for a second, before she replied. “Bo, no one brings that out in me like you. You don’t think I’m twisted that I want you to force me to surrender?”
“No, baby. What we do is right for us. It doesn’t have to fit into anyone else’s idea of what’s right.”
She laughed breathlessly. “Then you’re welcome.”
“But do you mind if we try this again, slow and easy next time?”
She threaded her arms around his neck and smiled. “I was hoping you’d ask.”
Chapter Nine
Layla struggled to slip out from under Bo’s brawny arm. He may think his word was law, but she wasn’t missing this class. There was too much at stake. He mumbled and tried to pull her back. She kissed his forehead. “I’ll be right back. Just have to go potty.” She knew she’d pay for her white lie eventually but he just didn’t understand how hard it was to get a business off the ground.
Thankful that she’d left her bag downstairs, she grabbed it and slipped into the garage. Careful to disarm and rearm the security system, she shooed Thunder back into the house. She hated leaving him, but he would just slow her down. The beast whimpered and gave her a hurt look. “Don’t look at me like that. I can’t take you with me, and Bo just doesn’t understand.” He whimpered and held up his paw. “Stop! I don’t need a canine conscious.”
She slid out the back door and slipped into her clothes right there in the garage. She’d have to take a shower at the dance studio. Holding her breath, she slid her keys into the ignition and started the engine. When Bo didn’t immediately come running out, she let out a slow breath. Backing out, she didn’t spare a second. She hauled butt!
* * * *
Bo came awake slowly. Stretching, he smiled. He hadn’t slept so well in years. Having Layla nestled next to him was so soothing. He snuggled into her and his nose twitched. Funny, he didn’t recall Layla being so fuzzy, or smelling so much like dog.
Dog! He sat bolt upright. Thunder looked at him and whined. Bo reached out and scratched the dog’s floppy ears. “Where’s your mistress, boy?” Though Bo was pretty sure he knew, and if his suspicions were correct, he was going to li
ght her gorgeous little round ass up.
Five minutes later, his fears were confirmed. Layla was nowhere in the house. He pulled out his cell and hit Doc’s number.
“I figured I’d be hearing from you.” Wes said as he answered the phone.
“Is she there?” He knew he didn’t have to explain who he was talking about.
“Yeah. I thought it was funny when she showed up without you. She and her crew are downstairs going at it like chipmunks on crack. Ghost and Romeo are down there keeping watch.”
Bo rolled his eyes. “I’m sure they are in heaven.” Ghost and Romeo were notorious for their sexual exploits. A room full of bouncing, gyrating women, no surprise there, but he knew Layla was safe. They might be horn dogs, but when they were on the clock, they were all business. They simply played as hard as they worked.
Rubbing his forehead, Bo felt a headache coming on. He flexed the fingers on his scared hand. That was aching too, but he figured he might as well get used to it. It ached when trouble was brewing, and Layla was a trouble magnet.
“Okay, Doc, keep an eye on her. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“No problem man. Don’t sweat it. We got things here.”
* * * *
Layla felt sweat dripping down the small of her back and her long braid was soaked. Several of her students looked ready to revolt. The last fifty minutes had been designed to work through her angst. The students had just been along for the ride. Problem was, it hadn’t worked so far.
Damn it, she should not feel guilty for sneaking off this morning. Bo just didn’t understand, and she didn’t owe him anything. They were lovers, nothing more. He wasn’t even her boyfriend. He didn’t get to be the boss just because he decreed it so.
When she arrived this morning, she’d no sooner gotten out of her Jeep, before the intense gaze of Wes Stuart a.k.a. Doc, fell on her from the door of the studio. She’d just been pulling her wet hair into a braid from the quick shower she’d grabbed. Refusing to meet Doc’s accusing gaze, she’d instead studied the pair of men standing just behind him, wondering which of the two was the mysterious Ghost.
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