“And do you think they will? Get married?”
The burning interest in Laya’s eyes surprised him. He suddenly knew what she was good at, even if she didn’t. She was actually interested in people. She had that gift of talking to a person and looking at them like she truly cared. Like it really mattered to her what he said, like she would remember it. He’d accused her once of being fake or at least not genuine, in everything she did. He was so fucking wrong.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“You don’t believe in marriage, do you?”
Jay shrugged. “My mom was a single mom. My dad dicked off when we were small and I never heard from him again. She worked hard. Way harder than she had to. They were never married, but even if they were, it wouldn’t have stopped him from leaving. She did the best she could. She always made sure Heather and I had enough. I don’t know if I believe in marriage or not. It wasn’t my normal growing up, so I can’t say.”
“My parents are still together. I think they’re still in love. They were in love when they met. They both came from families who were- uh- well, set financially I guess. They met in college. He was in law and she was in nursing. She actually gave it up when she was pregnant. She never went back to work after she had me. She does a lot of volunteer work. Her heart is in it. She wanted to be a nurse so she’s really compassionate. I guess that’s her career or her calling now.”
“That’s a noble calling.”
“What would you know about being noble?”
Jay grinned and Laya’s answering smile melted his heart. A heart he didn’t even really know he had or could be melted. “Nothing at all. I just know it would kill me to do that stuff too. She must be made out of stronger stuff than I am.”
“Are you joking? I’ll let you poke fun at me, but not my mom. She’s a good lady.”
“I’m not joking.” He made sure he kept a straight face, so that she believed him. “I think that’s good that she helps others. So many people who have lots of money just like to sit on it or spend it on fucking bags and purse dogs and manicures. They don’t give a shit about the rest of the world around them.”
“You thought that’s how I was.”
“Yeah, I know that’s what I said. Maybe I was just being a dick.”
“Or maybe you were being brutally honest.”
“Or maybe I was just being a dick.”
Laya giggled, a high, girly sound that he liked far more than he should have. “I won’t disagree. I think you were a real dick.”
The way her lips parted, the way her tongue flicked out to wet them as she spoke, the way her eyes sparkled and her hands rested in her lap on those jeans he wished he could rip off, the rise and fall of her shoulders that strained her blouse over her breasts with every single movement, the beauty of the sunlight falling around her, haloing her golden hair and framing her delicate face, bathing her alabaster skin in a heavenly glow… all of it, the whole damn picture, brought back his hunger in a hard sweeping rush.
“Do we know each other well enough now?”
“What?” Laya’s eyes widened. Her mouth fell open.
Jay leaned in. He stopped, his face inches from hers. She sucked in a breath, her little half gasp, half whimper echoing through the silent warehouse.
“Do we know each other well enough for me to kiss you again?”
He waited, breath locked up in bursting lungs. If she said no, he knew he’d be destroyed forever. If this was the last time he saw her, his life would be forever missing something. If she said no and walked out, he knew that part of his heart would be forever shattered.
She didn’t answer. Instead she tipped her face and her eyes fluttered shut, her delicate, dark eyelashes resting on her flawless cheeks.
Jay just about jumped out of his skin. He wanted to kiss her tenderly, sweetly, with care. He wanted to kiss her like he’d never kissed a single person before. He wanted to kiss her like she was the only one.
Because for him, she was.
Chapter 12
The Ship That Sailed
Laya
She wondered how long it would take Jay to kiss her. She wanted it more than anything, but she was afraid of giving herself away. She was afraid of what it would mean to touch those sweet, strong lips with her own. She’d imagined it for days. It was all she could think about. Would he be able to tell that she was inexperienced? Would he think she was awful? How soon is too soon to kiss someone I shouldn’t even be talking to?
She should have got up and left, but that ship had sailed. It sailed when she walked up to the second story of the warehouse, knowing full well what was probably going to happen. Hoping it would happen. No, it was far too late for should haves and regrets. Not that she had any. She tried to muster up a couple and she couldn’t.
Jay’s inched over and bent his head. His face was so near that his breath was warm on her neck. She expected that he’d claim her mouth with all the brute force that he was capable of. Instead he rested his forehead tucked in against the curve of her neck. Her hand itched to touch him, to caress that sandy blonde head of hair. She kept it tucked at her side until she lost the battle. She reached up and buried her fingers in Jay’s long strands.
They’re so soft. So impossibly soft. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but certainly not the smoothest silk. The touch should have been innocent, it was just hair after all, but something about that bent head, the nape of his neck exposed as his hair fell forward, was so intimate, she couldn’t breathe.
Jay moved and Laya let out a soft gasp. She stole her hand away. One strong arm came around her shoulders and rotated her, pulling her into him. His head remained at the curve of her neck and then, Lord, and then those lips peppered sweet kisses over skin that was suddenly hot and inflamed with desire. He breathed softly near her jawline, sending a flurry of shivers racing up her spine.
He traced a pattern up her throat, over her jaw and chin, up to her lips. By the time he got there, her mouth was open and she was drawing in harsh, raspy pants of breath. She thought for sure he’d kiss her, plunder her mouth, so she slammed her eyes shut.
Instead he kept up those tiny, devastating kisses. They landed all over her lips, around her mouth. And then he licked her. His tongue actually traced the pattern of her bottom lip, licking at her until she opened her mouth. He claimed her then, bruising her lips with a kiss that was scorching and mind numbing, as hot and searing as it was chilling and tingling.
That silky tongue swept into her mouth as his hands gently guided her back, down to the warehouse floor. She didn’t care that it was hard or dusty or that they shouldn’t be there and that she certainly shouldn’t be there with him.
Jay’s hand deftly undid the button of her jeans and slid them down, down her thighs, over her knees, off her feet. There was a sound as they were tossed aside, but she was blind and deaf to everything but him.
She realized just how swiftly he’d removed those tight jeans, as though they weren’t a barrier or a problem to him at all. To think that she’d worn them so he wouldn’t be able to touch her bare skin again after that caress on her thigh. How foolish she’d been. She’d vastly underestimated him. No, I vastly underestimated myself. It took less than a minute and she was exposed to him, to his sweet, burning touch.
Jay’s index finger traced a burning pattern over the lace of her panties. She mewled and arched into his hand. He broke the kiss and breathed heavily over her.
“You’re so wet already,” he rasped next to her ear. He bit her earlobe gently and she cried out. “So very wet.”
Of course she was wet. She’d spent the past few days aching for his touch. She whimpered as Jay covered her with the hard length of his body. He spread himself over her, impossibly strong, yet none of his weight pressed down. He supported himself on one elbow while his hand kept working her between her spread thighs.
He still had his jeans on and she could feel the rock hardness of him right through them, pressing into her stomach. She realized just how
large he was and she whimpered again. She wanted him inside of her, filling her, moving, pleasing, teaching.
“How about I take my hand away from you here…” he pressed his index finger against her clit so that she arched up off the floor with a throaty gasp. “And put my mouth there instead?”
God, she wanted it. She wanted the warm of his mouth there, his slippery tongue. She wanted to pull him up after and kiss her own musk off his lips. She wanted to pull his cock out of his pants and wrap her hand and mouth around it and pleasure him that way before she got on top of him and took him inside of herself and rode him until she screamed. She wanted him to brace her up against a window and fuck her from behind. She wanted… god she wanted a million things with him. She wanted him to have her, to take her, to want her, to need her, again and again and again.
There was no way she was letting him get away with just one time. No way.
The realization was as shocking as any she’d had in the past few days. It made perfect sense that it would be him who produced such a response, who made her wet and achy, who awoke a passion in her that no other man had been able to rouse. She hadn’t ever had an orgasm with another person before and with the way Jay’s thumb was slowly massaging her clit, dancing away to dip over her lace covered entrance, slick with her own desire, she was sure she wasn’t far.
“No,” she panted. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair again. “I never want to…” she trailed off. Had she really almost said that she never wanted to stop touching his hair? She wanted him to tangle his hands through her long strands as well. To fuck her from behind and pull her head back just enough that it sent shock waves of pain spiraling through her to mix with the pleasure.
“Never want to do what? Oral? You know, it’s actually pretty good if you give it a try.” Jay stared down at her like she’d led the most sheltered life in existence.
“That’s not what I was going to say,” she forced out. Her voice was thick and uncontrolled, heady and husky and not at all her normal speaking tone. It actually shocked her to hear that voice come out of her throat.
“What were you going to say?” Jay’s eyes darkened, so that the blue was almost as black as the pupil. “And be honest. I’ll know if you’re lying.”
“I was going to say that I never wanted to stop touching your hair. You have amazing hair. For a man. And… and I never want to stop touching you. Anywhere. I don’t want you to put your mouth on me. Not yet. We can save that for after, because right now, the only thing I want is your cock.”
Those dark blue eyes went wide with shock and a primal look of desire twisted Jay’s handsome features into a mask of sheer need. “Fuck me,” he rasped. “Don’t say things like that.”
“Why not? Were you hoping for a good girl?”
“You are a good girl. I can tell. You shouldn’t say things like that or you’re going to put me to shame. I’ve never actually come before I’ve been inside before, but you’re going to make it happen if you keep talking like that.”
A sense of something strange, some kind of wicked power, washed over Laya. She hadn’t fully realized that she of all people, inexperienced and naïve as she was, could produce such a result in a man like Jay.
“Then you better take off your pants quickly. Don’t worry… I won’t last long either. You don’t need to hold out for my sake, as long as there’s…”
“There’s what?”
“A second time.”
“And a third?”
“Maybe a fourth?”
“Fifth?”
“Get your fucking pants off.”
Chapter 13
Every Detail
Laya
His hand left her slippery, aching sex and shifted up to his own jeans. He was pretty damn good at undoing the button and sliding them off, underwear and all, with just one hand. “I like it when you use filthy words,” Jay said. His jeans hit the floor to the side with a dull thud.
Laya stared at his lips, swollen from kissing her. She wanted to bite those lips back, to thrust her tongue into his mouth and explore and taste and memorize every detail of him. She wasn’t a dirty girl, just like Jay said, but he made her want to be. He made her want to do things that she’d never even imagined before.
She tried to look between them, to see just how big Jay’s cock was, but she couldn’t see it. She shut her eyes tight, reached up and brought his face back to hers. She was the one who claimed his mouth. She did bite his bottom lip, which elicited a groan of pleasure. His mouth parted and she did sweep her tongue inside, forceful, tasting as she melted against him.
His hand was hot, so hot that it felt like he was going to burn her, as he pushed aside her lace panties. The fact that he didn’t take them off seemed dirty and so damn hot in itself. And then, the heat of his hand was replaced with the heat of his cock. He ripped his mouth away, but his ragged breaths continued, the heat puffing out onto her cheek.
A low mewling sound was ripped from her throat the second she felt him there, slick and hot and unbearably hard, right up against her entrance. She arched her hips, rising up to meet him. He claimed her mouth once more, harshly, plundering her, kissing the wind out of her lungs. On instinct, she wrapped her legs around his solid, muscular hips, using his body to pull herself up. She writhed against him, trying to get him inside of her, trying to get him to sate the wicked ache that was pounding so violently at the center of her being.
Laya reached up and gripped Jay’s shoulders. He was all powerful, hard muscle beneath the thin cotton of his t-shirt. She dug her nails in. She knew he could feel it through the fabric when he groaned against her mouth.
She arched upwards again, pressing against Jay, melting into him. And finally whatever control he had left snapped completely. He plunged inside of her, filling her completely. She gasped at the shock and the size of him.
Jay tore his mouth away from hers and began to suckle at her throat. The kisses were brutal, painful, absolutely glorious.
The first thrust was hard and deep and she cried out in disappointment as he slid away, nearly out. He kept the tip of his cock inside and her body throbbed around him, begging for more. Her nails bit into his back as he filled her again. The second time was no less shocking than the first. He drove his hips against hers, sliding out and filling her in a pattern that made her dizzy. Stars danced in front of a vision that had gone almost completely black on the edges.
She knew she was lost. Lost and helpless to control what her body was doing. Her hips rose up sharply, her pelvis slamming into Jay’s. His hand came up between them and slipped under her blouse and camisole. He tore her bra down and cupped her breast. His touch wasn’t gentle at all. It was hard and devouring and animalistic and she loved it. Her back arched off the floor again as she thrust her breast into Jay’s hand. His index finger and thumb rolled over the hard bud of her nipple. He pinched it sweetly and a volley of shivers raced up her spine.
Her legs locked around Jay’s hips as he drove deeper than he had before. She mewled and whimpered, the sounds of their pleasure, their hoarse moans and whimpers and groans and the sounds of their bodies joining, echoed through the empty warehouse.
He fucked her hard, driving into her with thrusts that were deeper and deeper every single time. He used her and she used him right back. He gave her everything and she took it, took it and reveled in it and wanted more.
“Harder,” she panted next to Jay’s ear.
“Don’t fucking say that or I’ll make it so hard that you won’t be able to walk properly after. I won’t be able to control myself.”
“I don’t want you to control yourself. I don’t’ care if it hurts. I’ve… I’ve never come before- with- with another person.”
Jay groaned. “You’re going to make me lose my mind, Doll. You’re going to make my head explode.”
“That’s not exactly the part I was thinking…”
With a growl that sounded more animal than human, Jay shifted off of her. She crie
d out in protest as his cock slid away. She was completely helpless there on the floor, a panting, aching, soaking mess. And then Jay slid down her body, over her hard, flat stomach, past her hips, down, down to the part of her that needed him the most.
“You’ve never come with another person? Well I’ll take that as a challenge.”
“I want your cock,” she hissed in frustration.
“Well, sweetheart, I didn’t happen to bring a condom with me and I’m not taking any chances.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“I don’t care. No chances. None. I can’t be inside of you and control myself any longer so it’s going to be like this or it’s going to be no way at all.”
“Then put your mouth on me,” she commanded thickly. “Put your fingers inside of me. Anything. Just do it. Now.”
Jay hooked his hand under her panties. She wasn’t sure if he tore them completely off or if he just ripped them down her legs. She watched as that beautiful crown of blonde hair lowered over her aching sex and then his mouth and his tongue and his hand was on her. He worked her, suckled her, licked her clit in slow, horribly slow circles. She was panting, aching, straining, and still she couldn’t find release. She wanted to cry out in frustration. Jay didn’t let her. There was no way he was giving up. He inserted not one, but two, fingers inside of her. She was so slick he slid right in, filling her with his thickness, pumping her, fucking her with his hand while his amazing mouth continued to torture her. His tongue found her clit again and he applied the most beautiful pleasure.
Laya mewled and bucked and arched. She panted, her entire body covered in sweat, her blouse glued to her chest. She lifted her hips one last time and the combination of Jay’s fingers and his mouth and his tongue sent her over the edge.
She ripped apart, the climax sharper and more wondrous than anything she’d ever given herself. She shot out of the warehouse, out of her body, into the clouds and the sky beyond. She floated high, soaring for what felt like forever, before she crashed back down into herself. She shivered violently, shaking so hard her entire body trembled on the warehouse floor.
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