by Abby Donne
“You don’t have to,” He recovered. He slid his hands up her hips and tapped at her ribs. “Come here. I want to kiss you.”
She lurched forward, nestling into his neck with a little giggle. Into his skin, she murmured, “Your parents won’t mind if I crash your lunch?”
“I don’t want to talk about my parents when my dick is hard.”
She lifted up a little and met his eyes, their noses touching. “You brought it up.”
“Yeah, that was before you started wiggling that body all over me.” Tyson went from teasing her hips in a way that almost tickled to cupping her breasts. His thumb swept over her nipple and her entire body tightened with a whimper. He growled, “You’re so fucking hot.”
Whenever he said that Layla believed it. Tyson had a way of making her feel like the sexiest women alive. It was something in the way his eyes twinkled gold and brown, little spotlights just for her. He was laid back by nature but when he got her naked he turned into some kind of beast. Knowing she wielded that power over a man like him made her drunk.
It didn’t hurt that he was giving her the best orgasms of her life. Layla wasn’t a prude; she knew how to have good sex, whether alone or with someone else. Sex with Tyson was more than just good. He knew how to read what she wanted. Knew just how far to push her, when to give into the pleasure.
They’d spent most of the afternoon tangled together in bed, but she still wanted him. Her muscles ached and her vagina was sore, but she hurt in the most delicious way possible. The stars had aligned and given them both the day after their morning classes, and they decided to take advantage of the time by spending it naked. That was, after all, what Tyson promised her when she went into whatever this mess was with him. He’d give her what time he could, and she’d gobble it up like a greedy stray animal.
Layla sure as hell felt greedy as she rubbed her aching sex against his pelvis, pressing back until she felt his dick slap against her ass while their lips mashed together. His light dusting of hair felt good against her clit as she moved shamelessly against him. Tyson’s fingers gripped her hips hard as he tried to force her body to still. Judging by the way his teeth kept clashing against hers, he was getting a little annoyed with her lack of cooperation.
An idea wiggled its way into her oversexed brain and she tore herself away from him, giving her hips one last buck against him. His eyes were heavy and hooded as he stared at her. There was an unspoken question that dangled from his lips. Instead of answering it, she started to scoot down his body, pausing only to briefly suck on one of his nipples. The moan she got in response sent electric shocks down her spine.
Her nails itched against the defined lines of his abs as she finished sliding down his body. Layla was surprised he was staring at her with lustful approval, one arm tucked behind his head. She attempted to give him a blowjob Tuesday, and he stopped her before she even finished pulling his dick out. Weren’t guys supposed to love blowjobs? He stopped her pouting in under twenty seconds by pushing her on her bed and putting his tongue on her clit. He might’ve wanted to turn down oral sex, but she sure as hell wasn’t.
Tyson wasn’t denying anything tonight, though, that much was clear. She flatted onto her stomach and gripped his cock at the base, giving it one good slow jerk. His stomach muscles flexed and his jaw tightened. When her lips wrapped around him he flexed again, pushing deeper down her throat. Oh boy, was he in for a surprise. He started to pull back but she held him in place – a hold he could easily break if he wanted to – and looked up to meet his gaze.
Then she sucked him in deeper. Deeper, until she could feel him in her throat. There was something completely and utterly satisfying about the way his eyes fluttered close on a moan, his head dropping back onto his arm. Layla took that as a sign to keep going so she maneuvered one of the hands she was using to weakly hold him down and gripped him. Her hand and her mouth worked in tandem. She wanted to give Tyson back some of the pleasures he’d been so lavishly gifting her during his time in her bed.
Watching him grunt and groan, stealing peaks at her while she sucked him down her throat, had the ache between her legs pulsating. Abandoning her mission to hold him down she wiggled the hand that wasn’t gripping him between her body and the bed. Rubbing herself wouldn’t get rid of the tension all together but it was better than humping the air. The first touch of her fingers against her wet folds had her moaning around him.
“Jesus, Layla,” Tyson rasped, yanking her off his cock.
“No gag reflex,” She said, voice a little hoarse. She absently wiped the string of spit that hit her chin. She knew plenty of girls that hated giving blowjobs, but Layla always found them to be especially thrilling. There was something so dirty about the act yet entirely arousing.
The slack jaw look he gave her made her sex clench. “You have to warn a guy next time.”
Layla didn’t want to think about being in bed with anyone but Tyson so she ignored him and slipped off her bed for a condom. The first thing she was going to do when he left was get on Amazon and see if they sold a condom dispenser she could mount bedside. Getting up for condoms was starting to get super inconvenient.
Even on wobbly legs, sinking down onto him felt so damn good. Better than it should have. Tyson was just a man. He was a very attractive man but just a man. There were plenty of other men just as hot, just as funny. None of them were Tyson, though, and none of them were on their backs in her bed looking up at her like a damn goddess.
Leaning back so her hands rested on his knees, Layla rotated her hips slowly and started to move. She felt so close yet so far from him as she gyrated her body, sensual yet detached. Tyson let her torture them both with her slow movements for just a few more seconds before his hands snaked up her body and tugged her forward. She caught herself on his chest, palms flat. He was rooted so deep inside her her clit was against his pubic bone. A new energy tingled through Layla, the same one that had her working her mouth on him so fervently.
Channeling every wanton fantasy and lusty daydream Layla braced herself and started to bounce over him. He groaned and reached for her breasts. She let him, the sparks from his fingers against her nipples only adding to the pleasure rocking her towards her release. Her muscles were already straining and she was sweaty. She was too focused to make a single damn noise. It was like her throat was clogged, and despite trying to force the moans out they were trapped. If only she could come she’d be able to take a breath.
Breathing was highly overrated, Layla decided, as she ground her hips down harder.
At least until her lungs started to ache. She opened her mouth and a guttural moan came out, raw and desperate, as she hit just the right spot. Just the right spot and she was draped over his body, gasping for breath between moans as she quivered. Quivering even more so because Tyson didn’t give her body even a second to catch up to the real world. Abandoning her breasts when she came crashing down on him, he gripped her ass and lifted her up in the air just enough to plow into her from below. The sound their bodies made slapping together was so fucking erotic, and if Layla wasn’t half dead she probably would’ve came again.
Not too long after her shaking body went limp in his hold she felt Tyson’s breath against her cheek stop for a second, his body going rigid. He bucked up into her through his release. She was pretty sure she’d wake up bruised, but it was worth it. It was worth it when he was snarling through an orgasm, and it was worth it when after rushing to deposit the condom in her trash can he returned to her bed and hauled her against his side.
Layla had a feeling it would be worth it even when he was long gone and she was picking up the pieces of her broken heart.
chapter thirteen
Layla silenced her vibrating phone and tossed it back into her purse before returning her attention to Emma.
“Dan?” Her friend asked despite already knowing the answer. She swirled her last french fry in her disgusting mayonnaise-ketchup mix and popped it into her mouth.
“Yeah
. You think he’ll fire me if I block his number?”
“If he fired you he’d actually have to work,” Emma snorted.
“True.”
Layla had to admit it did feel nice to finally tell her lazy boss ‘no’ and to ignore his texts and calls. Most of the time she didn’t mind her job at the gas station. It was easy work, albeit boring, and she got paid above minimum wage. Lately though she was realizing there was a lot more to life than standing behind a counter selling cigarettes and cheap beer, even if it did pay the bills. Her phone buzzed with a text and she couldn’t help but pull it back out of her bag and sneak a peek.
“Put that back or I’m smashing it!” Emma demanded, her arms flying across the table.
“I’m just curious!”
“Yeah, well curiosity killed the cat.”
“What are you, twelve?” Layla muttered. She opened her messages and rolled her eyes as she read. Typical. “Listen to this, ‘I need you to work your shift tonight. Kim decided to call off’. Is he for real?”
After Thursday with Tyson Layla decided to take his advice and say fuck it. She’d worked every single Saturday since the semester started. She earned her time off. So instead of calling off like every other person at the gas station she sent out a round of texts to her coworkers seeing if anyone wanted to pick it up. Kim, a relatively new hire with the least attendance issues, was the only one to respond. Layla made sure to let Dan know when she got to work later that day, and he signed off on the trade off on the schedule. That made it not her shift anymore, which meant it wasn’t her problem.
“How many times do I have to tell you to quit and come work with me? Gidget loves you.”
Every time Layla stopped by The Good Seed to see Emma or to grab something to eat with her the owner, Gidget, was super nice but she had a hard time believing the relative stranger loved her. The idea of waitressing never appealed to Layla, honestly. As much as she resented Grab n’ Go it provided her with a sense of stability. Her bills were almost always paid on time, and the lack of real work the job called for left her with time to study and do homework between customers.
Emma worked half the hours Layla did in a week, though, and pulled in just as much money most of the time. With Dan pestering her about doing his job without the pay and the amount of call offs she was left covering the idea of just tossing her history with the gas station down the drain and jumping ship seemed more and more appealing.
“I’m thinking about it. If things don’t change by midterms I’m going to put my notice in.”
She was surprised at how just speaking the words out loud lifted a weight off her shoulders.
Emma did a little happy dance on her side of the booth. Wagging a finger she said, “I’m going to hold you to this. I’ll forge your resignation letter and drag you out there kicking and screaming if I have to.”
“I’m going to have to talk to Dan first. Give him a chance to fix things before I just leave,” She said, but now that the seed was planted the thought of staying made her stomach queasy.
“No, no, no. You can’t back out now.”
“I’m not backing out of anything,” Layla guffawed. She went to take a drink of her beer only to find it empty. She frowned through the glass at Emma. “Do you want another or should we head out? I don’t know what time we’re supposed to be there.”
Emma checked the time on her phone. “Let’s go, and I’ll buy you a beer there.”
“It’ll be way overpriced.”
“Think of it as a celebratory beer for finally quitting the soul sucking smelly job you’ve had for far too long.”
“I haven’t quit yet,” Layla reminded her as she eyed down their waitress.
“You will.”
“You will,” Layla mimicked, making a face.
Emma wadded up a napkin and flicked it across the table, giggling. “You’re such a dork.”
She could call her whatever she wanted as long as she was laughing. After the Nolan incident Layla was worried she’d have to spend weeks reminding her best friend she was better off without that piece of shit. When Emma showed up at Layla’s just an hour before she needed to get to the Grab n’ Go after basically a whole day of radio silence she really thought the worst, especially since Emma was crying when Layla opened the door.
They cried together for a good twenty minutes. Layla apologized at least a dozen times for having her phone on silent. She would never intentionally blow off any of her friends for sex. She already felt like she wasn’t there enough for Emma when she miscarried, and now she wasn’t there when she ran into her douchebag ex. Maybe Layla would never be a good friend, but she sure as hell was going to start trying to be better.
So she sprung her last minute idea to skip work and go to the first hockey game of the season on Emma. She wasn’t sure exactly what was going on between Emma and Heath. As much as she wanted to ask, she knew Emma would say something when she was ready. Regardless of her relationship with Heath, Emma was stoked to go. Like Layla, she’d never been to a single university hockey game. Sports so wasn’t their thing. She really wanted to like hockey for Tyson’s sake, so she decided to make a real effort in watching the game and not spending the whole time on Twitter like she did when her boyfriend freshman year dragged her to football games.
Still feeling a little unsettled with everything between them, Layla waited until they were in her car driving towards the ice arena to ask, “Are you sure you’re doing okay?”
“I’m fine,” Emma drawled almost a little too emphatically. Layla looked over just in time to catch her eyes rolling. “You and Heath have been treating me like I’m glass. It was a big shock, and I overreacted. I just haven’t seen him since last year.”
“I care about you. I know I was flakey Thursday, but I promise I’ll make sure my volume is turned up.”
“I’m not ruining all your booty calls. Don’t put that evil on me.”
“I’m being serious.”
“Me too. I don’t think Heath is going to sleep with me now that I snotted all over his shirt.”
“I don’t think he’d be the type of guy to hang around after the snotting if he wasn’t still into you.” Layla turned onto the road where the area was and her jaw dropped. Traffic was backed up basically to where she was. “Holy shit.”
“They’re the best team in the conference, apparently.” Emma sat straighter in her seat. Her smile seemed a little more authentic. “That’s what Heath told me, at least. Tonight is a big deal game because there is a scout coming, too.”
Layla hummed. Tyson had been so excited to tell her about the scout. She was excited for him, too. She knew next to nothing about hockey, but if someone was coming to watch him play that meant he had to be pretty good.
“You and Heath, huh?” Layla asked. So much for letting Emma talk to her on her own terms.
“He’s sweet –”
She couldn’t help but snort. “We are talking about the same guy, right?”
“He is,” She defended. “When I called him a crying mess from my car he made me stay there so I didn’t drive when I was upset, took me home, and he held me until I fell asleep. He didn’t even tell me you called until the next morning. And he made me some really good pancakes. He’s ignored me all day, though, so I think he’s had enough of my crazy.”
“Tyson hasn’t really texted me, either. He said something about being superstitious and following the same routine before each game. I’m just sure Heath doesn’t want to get too distracted before a big game.”
“I was just wishing him good luck, not sending him video of me stripping.”
“I hope you don’t send him any videos of you stripping. You’re about as graceful as a three legged dog.”
Emma laughed and threw a hand out at Layla, hitting her arm. “So rude! Plus, those dogs are super coordinated. Have you ever watched videos of them running around?”
Thank God Layla had Emma’s chatty ass in her passenger seat because parking was a pain in the a
ss. Next time they were just going to walk from Layla’s apartment. She tapped her finger on her steering wheel. Next time. She didn’t want to be the type of girl that hung around every game like some lovesick three legged puppy.
By the time they found parking in the lot beside the ice arena and got tangled in the mess of people rushing to get inside it was getting pretty close to the time the puck was supposed to drop. Good thing Emma wanted to leave the restaurant early. The student section was pretty packed, but they managed to snag a corner part of a bench right next to the standing block of students. Their neighbors were two older guys dressed from head to toe in Stanberry Tornadoes gear.
Emma dismissed herself to run off for their beers and a pretzel, even though they just stuffed their faces with burgers and fries, leaving Layla alone. She’d gone back and forth about texting Tyson about being there. When they’d talked the night before and even briefly that morning she’d conveniently left her attendance out of the conversation.
She didn’t want him to think she didn’t care about this part of his life. She did. This was his life, and she wanted to be as passionate about it as he was. Not even caring if she looked stupid she pulled her phone out and snapped a selfie. Before she could stop herself she was sending it to Tyson with a little message. He probably wouldn’t see it before the game, but even if he saw it after he’d know she was there and saw him play his best game ever.
“First game?” One of her neighbors asked.
“What?” She looked up, dropping her phone in her lap. She shivered a little, wishing she had the foresight to bring a jacket. It was breezy and nice outside, but she didn’t think about the whole ice part of the arena. “Oh, um, is it really obvious?”
He grinned at her. “Nah. Just making conversation. Me and Eddie here have been to every game for the last twenty years. Would be almost thirty but after I lost my wife I took some time off.”
“Oh, wow. That’s a lot of games.” And because she felt really uncomfortable and awkward talking to an elderly man decked out in purple all the way down to his shoes she blurted, “I’m dating one of the players, and I know absolutely nothing about hockey.”