by H. Q. Frost
"La, I can't really go for a walk with no shirt on. At least not without getting stopped by cops."
She laughs and starts pulling me toward a car. "We'll hide in my car until they leave." She walks over to a new Lincoln and after punching in a code on the door, she gets in.
I huff and glance around. I want to be with her, but not like this. Not hiding out in her car until her friends leave.
I hiss when my back hits the cold leather.
"I'm sorry they did that to your shirt." She frowns at me. "Mandy can be annoying, and the other ones…" Shrugging, she leans back. "I don't really hang out with them girls, but they threw me a party. Which I'm kinda glad 'cause I ran into you. I text you a few times." She rolls her head to look at me and I feel like a fuck because she actually used my number.
"I got a new number." I hand her my cell. "Can I get yours?"
"I'll text myself so I have yours." She takes my phone then leans toward me, lifting it, she snaps a picture of us. "You're shirtless and beat up and I look like a drunk mess. Signs of a good night." She laughs. "Thanks for sticking around tonight. It was really fun, despite what happened."
"I'm sorry about that shit. And thanks, for getting me out of being arrested. I don't know what you did, but thanks."
"Brad's a Seattle cop," she mumbles his name. "I knew a couple of the guys and they listened to what everyone was saying. How it wasn't your fault." She glances over. "Were you scared?"
"A little. I really don't want to be arrested again. Ever." I smirk and look at her.
"I mean when he had that gun on you. I was scared."
"No." I honestly tell her. "I was pissed."
"Come on." She nudges me and chuckles. "You can admit to being scared. I won't think you're a sissy or something, Dom."
"I wouldn't lie to seem cool, La. Believe me when I say I wasn't scared. When the cop had his gun on me, there was fear. When I thought I was going to jail, I was scared. It's not the first time some asshole's had a gun to my head. But when he put it to yours, I wanted to kill him." I reach over and slide my fingers into her hair, thinking about how bad tonight could have turned out. "I'm sorry I brought that shit there and ruined your night."
"It didn't." She quickly slides over the center console and is straddling my lap. "But if I don't do this, I'll ruin my night." Her lips press to mine.
I'm surprised. I shouldn't be. But the position we're in right now isn't one I ever expected to get into with Nyla again. I've got her where I've needed her since I was seventeen. I'm afraid to take this too fast, but also afraid if we go too slow she'll come to her senses and pull away. My hand slides into her hair at the back of her head and I pull her closer to get a tighter lock on her mouth that I slide my tongue into. We're just kissing right now, but I'm taking this all the way, and the fact I haven't slept with someone since Nyla, and that was years ago, has me nervous I'm going to fuck it up. I was a smooth kid, confident in my moves, but even back then she taught me things unknowingly. She was the first girl I loved and wanted her to know it when we were connected, so it took a little time for me to figure out how to control her body. Now, I've been celibate for years and I'm almost regretting not fucking some random just for the practice. I'm almost nervous enough that I wish I took Lady Don up on his offer to rock my world when I was locked up. It woulda been some practice, right?
She breathes my name as I slide my tongue over her lips. "I need you."
My hands explore the fullness of her ass until I wrap my fingers almost to her inner thighs, feeling the heat coming from her pussy. I want to slip a finger closer but don't want to push too fast.
Her hips pivot and rub my fingers against the damp cloth between her thighs and I attack her mouth again. The sound of laughter makes me freeze; she tries to continue but I hear her friends and the guilt we're caught has me paused.
"Dom," she moans and rubs against my hard cock.
When my gaze locates her friends, I notice they don't see us, they're just loudly, obnoxiously making their way to the cars.
"Thank god," she mutters when she sees them, then she climbs off me and I start to panic I fucked this up.
I'm watching her friends, trying to come up with something to say but her hand rubs over my hard dick and all thought process except sex is cleared as I groan.
"They need to hurry," she whispers as her eyes dart toward their cars.
When I look that way, she rubs my cock again and I moan. "Fuck."
"I can give you head right here," she whispers and leans over the console but I stop her.
"No. Wait." I want that, but I'd much rather be inside her. "Not in the car."
Beggars can't be fucking choosers, but this is Nyla, and this needs to go correctly.
"Come on," she blurts and jumps out of the car the second they back out of their spots.
Meeting me on my side, she grabs my hand, practically running toward the building. She's darting up the stairs and I take them by twos just to keep up. The second we get inside her apartment she jumps onto me and I kick the door closed.
"I want you so bad," she moans kissing my neck. "My room." She points but I head for the couch because I can't do that, knowing she lays with her husband there.
She's grinding against my dick while her legs are wrapped around me and I could fucking come if I weren't controlling my thoughts right now. My nerves are going to ruin this for me and all because I keep thinking I won't be able to last, or I won't do this right. It's been so fucking long.
As I lay her under me, my nerves lessen while I think back to how Nyla's body always guided me to do the right things. And as her hips lift, mine dip to rub the steel of a depraved man against her and pull a moan from her throat. Her fingers grip the back of my hair and she pushes everything harder. Her mouth, her tits, her grinding pussy.
I'm going to pop my second time cherry with Nyla Wood and going back to your average woman won't be an option after this.
I cup the outer bulge of her tit and press harder between her legs as her mouth turns, allowing us some air I don't need at the moment. Her nails knick my skin as she grips onto my back. The frantic claw marks are deep but I'm not pausing this for anything. I can deal with the wounds in the morning.
"You need to lose this," my voice rumbles against her throat as I pull at her dress.
"Buttons, buttons," she pants when we get stuck.
I probably can't afford to buy her another one of these dresses, but I'll sew the damn buttons back on. Idle hands in prison weren't an option and I'm not ashamed to admit I learned to quilt and sew.
I yank the back of her dress and pop the buttons before ripping it over her head with a built up fervor that I've been waiting to release, and we can't slow down now. The one thing I didn't want to do, I do. I pause to stare at her tits bulging in a lacy black bra.
"Dom," she whispers and the sound of regret shocks me into moving again, so I kiss her and slide my hand to her back.
I learned to pop a bra at the age of thirteen, and though I haven't had experience with it in awhile, this is a skill I won't forget… Until I'm faced with a lock and key type of situation at her back and she has to help. Giggling through helping me free her tits, I can't stop kissing that smile until they're free and my mouth dives for them like they're an oxygen mask. I'm ravishing her like a caveman, but first of all, I haven't been this close to tits in the flesh since Nyla. And secondly, these are Nyla's tits we're talking about. I will kiss, suck, and bite until she asks me to stop.
"Please stop," she moans and I pause, slowly looking up at her, not actually expecting her to stop me. "Fuck me, Dom."
I'll stop for that.
Sitting up, I cup her tits before dragging my hands down her stomach to her panties. I stare between her legs at the white cotton shorts I've never in my life seen look so sexy.
Her hands quickly fan over the 'granny panties' to hide them. I yank them away and press my lips to her ribs, kissing my way down to the waist of the cotton I have a new sexy
appreciation for when they're against Nyla's flesh. Sliding one leg out, I don't let her kick them off. Her ass in comfort is a turn on and I don't know why. When I fantasize about her, she's usually in some stringy, lacy, skimpy shit, but I might switch that up now. I kiss her inner thigh around the underwear and when she whimpers because I'm close to her clit, I can't hold back.
"Oh god!" she screams and her back bows, pushing her pussy against my mouth for a lock we need to lose the key to.
She's fucking my face more desperate than I was to get here and when her fingers start twisting in my hair, I know it's time. You don't forget how to ride a bike. Or how to make Nyla Wood sing your name like the national anthem at an all-star baseball game. The sound could bring a tear to your eye and my mouth on her clit has brought a few to hers. It's a quiet progression of moans that end in a display of fire works and the crowd going wild as she vibrates and her thighs clamp onto my head. I will happily take Nyla's pussy as my last meal any day.
Spreading her open, I lick her until she can't take it and pushes me away but quickly jumps to her knees, eyeing me like I'm a buffet. Those swollen lips even on the tip of my cock will have me exploding in seconds. That's not happening today, so after she unbuttons my jeans, I get to a sitting position and slide them and my boxers to my knees, not giving her any options except sitting on me. She hisses as she slides down over me and I grip her plump ass tightly, stopping her from moving. Losing your second time virginity might be worse than the first. I grit my teeth and close my eyes tight while I drop my forehead to her shoulder a minute.
"Fuck. Go slow, La," I beg in a whisper and slowly lift her ass, not letting my grip go because I have to be able to stop her if I'm going to lose it too soon.
Her hands gently land on my shoulders and she tilts those hips painfully slow like she's giving me a lap dance to Ciara's Ride. I may or may not have fantasized about a lap dance or two from Nyla to that song while she sings 'He love the way I ride it'. That's the worst thing to recount at the moment though because my balls are tightening, wanting to empty inside her.
When her moans start the progression again I open my eyes and look up at her as her head tilts back and her grinding gets me deeper, going harder with more of a deliberate stroke to my cock. There's no way in hell I'm ruining her orgasm, so I'm coming with her and she'll have to give me a minute to recoup, then we'll go again. Slower, longer, harder.
I knew I should have jerked off today.
The second her nails dig in and her hips start to shake, my cock pumps every last drop her pussy sucks from me inside her. With her lungs out of breath, her screams die down and she thrusts over me for a final time, and when she does, I wrap my arms around her. I'm probably holding tight enough that she can't breath through her panting breaths, but I'm not pulling out of her until I'm too soft to stay inside. It's a few minutes until we move, and when we do, it's a sad disconnect and an uncomfortable feeling comes over me that I'm going to lose her.
"Hey." I grab her hand before she walks away. "Where you going?"
"The bathroom." She looks toward the hallway but when she looks back at me, she's smiling. "I'll be right back. Meet me in the bedroom?"
I'm going to pass on that.
"Just hurry back." I smirk at her and when she prances her full figure down the hall I pull my pants up and head for the kitchen.
I kill a glass of water while staring at the window, trying to recap the reality of what just happened. It was both the best and worst thing that could happen to me and now I have this conflicted feeling in my chest while I stand in her kitchen staring at my reflection in the window. The red marks over my shoulders and down my chest from her nails hold my attention. I'll take care of her in any way she needs, but I'm feeling a bit used.
As I refill the glass again, I don't hear her approach, and when she wraps her arms around from behind me and her lips press against my back, the conflict I was feeling goes away in seconds. Her fingers slide to the scar on my chest and she gently holds her finger over the tissue that's a reminder of my sordid youth.
"What's this from?" she whispers as her fingers move to the slash on my ribs.
"Uh…" Turning, I pull her against me and rub my nose up hers. "I got it in prison." I nod and look away.
Bending, she kisses over the scars, tracing her tongue up to my nipple making me laugh and pull back. She smiles up at me before pulling me against her and laying her head to my chest with a complacent hum. Holding her in my arms, I absorb this feeling into my body. The feeling of loving someone enough you want to fill the gap between you and act like it didn't happen. Maybe not on her end, but the emotion I was questioning about my own feelings for Nyla the second I saw her again is confirmed while we stand in her kitchen. Did I have a chance of falling out of love with her? Maybe, if I would have stayed away from her, but did I have the option to stay away, or is this uncontrollable?
I feel like if I leave, I can't fuck this up. But if I leave, that'll fuck it all up.
"Will you stay?"
It's instinct to glance toward the door, remembering something about her husband being out of town.
"Yeah, if that's cool?"
Her cheek lays against my chest again and I rest my head on hers until she pulls away and grips my hand tight, pulling me toward her bedroom.
"Hey." I halt her before navigating us toward the couch.
When I sit down, she giggles and straddles me, her mouth covering mine and her tongue sliding between my lips. Holding onto her, I lay her to her back and quickly pull my pants off before settling between her legs.
"You want to go again?" she asks in a panting whisper.
"We're gonna go all night, La." I kiss over her collarbone and start rocking my already hard dick against her.
I'll be on top this time so I can control how fast and hard.
"Go slow. I haven't fucked that good in a long time." She laughs and covers her face.
"You sore?" My mouth continues down her chest until I'm sucking on her nipple again.
"It's so good though," she moans and pushes her pussy against me.
"I'll take care of you," I promise and look into her eyes as I slowly sink inside her in awe of the girl I thought was a woman at twenty.
Her body is softer now, more curves, fuller than I remember. There's so much to relearn about her and I haven't been a straight A student in a few years, but I'll graduate valedictorian when it comes to this subject.
There's a subtle beep beep beep that's gradually getting louder and waking me up from a deep sleep. Unable to sleep through the interruption, I go stiff when I realize the weight on top of me is skin from a naked woman. My eyes pop open and my sleep induced brain unfogs as I remember the incredible night with the even better woman. One arm goes around Nyla, and with my right, I reach for my pants. When she starts to wake up I hold her tight, not letting her get away.
"Sorry," the word comes out deeply in a sleepy state and I clear my throat. "I have to be to church in two hours."
She giggles, not moving from laying across me. "What?"
"Leo… you remember Leo? He just had a baby. Baptismal is today."
She awes and wiggles her head to snuggle closer while her hand sprawls across my chest.
"Come with me," I suggest before I think that through.
"Huh?" She glances up at me but I hold her tighter so she doesn't get up.
"Come to church with me."
"Today? In two hours?" She's blinking up at me like I'm nuts, but I was inside, wrapped around, and tasted every part of this woman last night. Going to church with me is the least of insane things we've done. "What would your mom say?" Her mouth starts to move south down my chest.
"Probably compliment your dress or something."
She laughs and keeps going south where my hard dick is already waiting for her.
"God, my neck hurts, but I slept so good," she mumbles before clamping her teeth to the waist of my boxers and pulls downward.
"Your couch i
s comfortable as fuck." I let out a moan as her nose slides down my cock while she uses her teeth to pull my boxers down.
"My bed is even better," she promises before her lips slide over the head of my cock.
"Oh god." My fingers thread through her hair and I rest my hand at the back of her head while she sucks my dick. "La," I pant. "You'll come with me today?" I make the mistake of looking down at her and the visual of her lips wrapped around me progresses my release so I quickly close my eyes.
"Mmhmm," she moans, not removing her mouth from swallowing me.
"Fuck, baby," I moan. "Can you spend the day with me?"
"Mmhmm," she repeats, sucking a little harder and making me groan.
"Your husband doesn't expect you home? Is he out of town or something?"
The sucking stops and her lips pop from the tip of my cock. I crack one eye open, then the other, and slowly look down my chest at her glaring up at me.
"What?" she snaps and flings to a kneeling position between my legs.
"What?" I ask in confusion.
"What did you just ask me?"
"Umm." I scoot up a little and my hand slowly slides to cover my deflating cock and balls because the look on her face is scaring the shit out of me.
"Dom!" she shrieks and jumps off the couch. "Get the fuck out of here!" The slapping starts, but thankfully just on my face. "You fucking ruin everything!"
Still feeling the need to protect the jewels, I don't let go of my dick while I try to block my face with the other hand.
"Leave!" she screams, not relenting from slapping at my face. "You asshole! God! Leave now!" She storms down the hall and I jump to my feet, staring after her in confusion.
Quickly throwing on my pants, I walk to her closed bathroom door. "Nyla?" I knock.
"Fucking leave!" she growls from the other side of the door and I book it.
That didn't sound natural and after the unexplainable attack, I don't want to stick around to find out what she's morphed into behind that closed door. Walking home at seven in the morning without a shirt on isn't a smart idea, so I call a ride, and wait as far away from the demon in that bathroom as I can.