Damn that woman popping into my head now. She wasn’t just the forbidden fruit, she was dangerous to me. The poster girl for everything I needed to avoid. When I was around her I felt different and I didn’t like different. I didn’t like anything that could potentially upset my life the way I lived it.
“So are you just going to stand there staring all night or are we gonna fuck?” Hazel coloured eyes were narrowed at me. “My friends and I are only in Tassie for a few days and I want to try out the local talent.” She ran her eyes over me as she walked towards me. “You come highly recommended and I want to find out why you earned the title of Sex God. You’re almost a celebrity in these parts – did you know?”
I shook my head to clear the last of Lyla from it. “Well get that sexy ass of yours over to the window then and I’ll show you.” I shot her a lazy grin.
She practically danced over to it and I fought to get my head in the game again. I wanted this. I wanted to fuck. Damn Lyla for messing with my head. I should never have gone to see her.
“Put your hands against the glass.” I instructed whatever the hell her name was. I sucked at remembering the names of these women.
When she complied I walked up behind her and with one knee, I nudged her legs apart. Bringing my body up against hers I slipped a hand between her legs, brushing my fingers through the wetness I found there. She shivered and I repeated the process before reaching around to flick at her clit.
Slowly I worked her body, caressing her and touching her with my lips, tongue and fingers until she was trembling and making a series of little whimpering sounds.
As I played my Sex God role, driving her higher and higher, I ground my teeth down hard, fighting my desperate need to be inside her. When she cried out, a flood of moisture coating my fingers and running down her thighs, I felt like crying with relief. It would have been easier just to fuck her and not give a shit if she came but my stupid reputation and my damn ego insisted I live up to my title.
Stepping away from her I grabbed a condom from my jeans, thankful that I still carried one or two and didn’t have to duck off to the bedroom to get one. I didn’t need to risk her cooling off now she’d come and possibly leaving me high and dry. Twice in one day and I’d have the blue balls from hell.
Rolling one down my cock, I stepped back up behind the woman and encouraged her to spread wider for me. “Bend over.” I told her and she did, wriggling her ass at me.
With one hand on her hip and the other holding my dick, I guided the head between her legs until I’d lined it up at her pussy. I could feel the heat coming off her and with a low groan I surged forward, watching my pierced length disappear inside her.
Once I was as deep as I could go I paused, fighting to get myself back under some kind of control. Right now, all I wanted to do was plunge into her and go at her like some sort of animal, not stopping until I emptied my load inside her.
As if wondering what I was doing, she turned her head towards me slightly and wiggled her ass. Seeing her face, even in profile, caused that unsettled feeling to return and I barked an order at her to face forward again. Only when she complied and I didn’t have to look at her, did I begin to move, thrusting with short, shallow thrusts, a trick I’d learnt to help regain my control.
Slowly I increased my speed, plunging harder and faster in her, my ears tuned to her responses. As I fucked her my fingers found her clit and I rubbed them over it in time to the movement of my hips. When she cried out again and I could feel her trying to milk my orgasm right out of me, I grasped her hips and began to pound into her so hard I knew she’d feel this tomorrow. I didn’t care though. By then she would mean nothing to me. Not that she did now either, really. She was just a body to fuck. The only concession I made was to at least let her enjoy it too.
With every thrust – with every grind of my hips against her ass - feeling my cock bottom out in her - I grunted - my eyes shut. Lyla’s face filled my head again. The way she looked as she came. The smell of her. The touch of her hands on me. I could hear her breaths. Taste her. Feel how wet she was and with her throaty sounds echoing in my head I slammed into her one more time before exploding, emptying into her over and over again.
“Fuck…Lyla…you feel…amazing.” I gasped, nearly stumbling when suddenly the woman before me and the pussy that had been so snug around my cock were gone, leaving me to finish off into the condom, feeling naked and exposed.
Shocked, I opened my eyes, struggling to stay on my shaking legs and I saw her glaring at me with a mix of both anger and disgust on her face. It was only when I really saw her I felt my stomach roll and the bite of acid burning my throat. Fuck I was going to be sick.
“You asshole. You’re no fucking sex god. You’re nothing but an asshole. My…fucking…name…isn’t…Lyla.” She stormed past me, gathering up her clothes and hastily dragging them on. “The least you could do is remember the name of the girl you bring home especially when you have your dick inside her shithead.”
Finally I snapped out of my shocked silence. “I…I’m sorry.” I mumbled, somehow feeling every bit the asshole she was accusing me of being. It wasn’t unusual for me to forget their names. Hell, I did it all the time. I wanted inside their bodies, not their fucking minds so their names held little meaning to me.
This was different and I recognised that. I’d done something I never had before. I’d imagined she was someone else. Someone whose name I had no problem remembering. For those few moments when I’d been in the grip of my orgasm, coming hard and feeling that exquisite release pour from me and into her, I’d thought she was Lyla. Leo’s sister wasn’t just messing with my head, she was messing with my sex life and that realisation scared the absolute crap out of me.
Struggling to compose myself I raised my eyes to the angry woman who stood before me fully dressed now.
“You know when I came here I knew this was just going to be a thing; nothing more. I don’t live here. I just wanted some fun with the man I heard everyone talking about. It’s all very well having this reputation as a sex god, but a word of advice dickhead. Only an asshole disrespects a woman by forgetting her name. You might have earned the title but don’t forget that women like me have helped you develop that title. We let you into our bodies. A little respect wouldn’t go astray. There’s more to it all than being good with your fingers, mouth and that thing.” She pointed at my cock which had wilted rapidly during her verbal slaying.
I looked down, flushing at the sight of the used condom hanging limply from my softened cock and I dragged the damn thing off, tossing it in the nearest bin.
“Look I’m sorry: ok?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Her words were bouncing off me, as was her anger and frustration but although that one fragment of something decent in me was chastened by what I’d done to her, the rest of me just wanted her the hell out of my apartment. “I’ll drive you back to the club or your hotel; wherever you’re staying?”
At my words she seemed to wilt before me. “Fine. Get dressed then. I want to go back to the motel.”
Quickly I dressed again, grabbing my keys and when she indicated she was ready we left the apartment and rode the elevator down to the parking under the building.
It was only when I dropped her off at the motel where she was staying that she leaned back into the car and said quietly. “My name is Milly,” before turning away and closing the door.
I watched her walk towards the building and even once she’d gone inside I still sat there for several minutes, my thoughts in chaos before finally starting the car’s engine and pulling into the traffic, heading towards my real home.
Chapter Eleven
Lyla
The next couple of months I kept myself busy with work and trying to keep my mind not only off Shay, but the news the man who had drugged me and tried to rape me, was going to do jail time.
Previous evidence of him doing this to other women pretty well sealed his fate and although we would have to appear in cour
t, my lawyer felt it would be a foregone conclusion that the bastard would pay for what he’d done.
Karen for whatever reason decided that news was enough to celebrate and again, for whatever reason, suggested the club. I could only raise an eyebrow at that given it was the same location where I’d been drugged and nearly raped.
When I tried to question this she told me I needed to get back in the saddle and not to worry because that sort of thing couldn’t happen twice. I decided not to point out to her that of course it could happen twice. Hell, lightning could strike the same place twice so there would be plenty of men probably just waiting to drug the next unsuspecting woman. I had to not let myself get drunk tonight and I sure as hell had to make sure I never removed my eyes from my drink.
Still, I could only hope she was right and I guess that was why I found myself a couple of nights later sitting in the same part of the club as we’d been in last time, again with Karen and Ava. They were drinking faster than me and had reached the slightly tipsy stage whereas I was only on my second drink and nursing it between hands that gripped the glass so hard I’m surprised it didn’t shatter under the strain.
“Holy shit Lyla, Leo’s here.” Ava’s excitement or nerves or whatever the hell she was feeling at the sight of my brother had her tapping on my arm like a persistent wood pecker.
I rolled my eyes at her now I knew she had a thing for my brother. Maybe that’s why she was wearing a skirt and skimpy little top tonight? She must have hoped that Leo would turn up and it looks like she got lucky. Whether her more ‘accommodating’ clothing helped her with her cause when it came to my whoring brother, only time would tell.
“And look who’s with him.” It was Karen this time who spoke and I raised my eyes to her but both her and Ava were staring at a spot over my shoulder, their mouths hanging open.
“Who-“ I started to say but then I felt my stomach free fall much the way it would when I used to ride the rollercoaster as a kid. My eyes pleaded with Karen’s begging her to tell me – well what? I really wasn’t sure. “It’s Shay isn’t it?” I mouthed at her and she nodded. Crap!
“Don’t look now but we’ve been spotted.” Ava spoke the words behind a cupped hand as if she was sharing some top secret information with me. I knew my brother and Shay must be approaching us because Ava began to straighten her top and fluff her short hair like a peacock primping and preening to attract a mate.
“Well hello ladies. Aren’t we looking lovely this evening?” Leo’s grinning face appeared right beside us. “Hey sis, so what are doing here? Looking to get yourself roofied again?”
“Hey Leo, so what are you doing here? Looking to be a pain in my ass?” I shot back.
“I don’t think big sis is all that happy to see me.” My brother grinned at Shay who so far hadn’t said anything to anyone other than to nod at us all.
“I’m not.” I snapped. “I don’t need you making stupid comments like that to me. I’m the one who was nearly raped, and trust me I didn’t come here that night looking to get raped. It’s not my fault there are so many asshole men out there who can only get laid if they drug the woman first.” I shot a glance over to Shay but his focus wasn’t on my friends and me. He was looking around the room and I felt my stomach twist when I realised he was probably looking for his next potential conquest. The club was his menu and he was searching for tonight’s special.
I shouldn’t let it bother me. He only wanted good time gals. I didn’t really see myself as a good time gal. I wasn’t sure I could have mind blowing sex and walk away. It would be mind-blowing with Shay, I already knew that. I just wasn’t sure I could do a night with him and not lose a piece of my heart and soul in the process. But oh – a part of me so badly wanted to let him fuck me. To find out if what we’d shared in the back of my shop was merely a promise of just how intense it would be.
Of course the only problem was he didn’t want to fuck me. He saw the potential in me to end up whiny and clingy, he’d kind of admitted as much. Plus the way he was scanning the room now and showing zero interest in me meant that moment in my shop had been just that: a moment.
Given I hadn’t seen him for weeks now I didn’t want to think about how many women he’d been with. Two months, one a day if he was conservative. Ugh, that was a scary number to consider. Damn my stupid brain when it began torturing me with images of him and various women. Lots and lots of women.
Helplessly my eyes shifted to him again; moving slowly up the length of him. He was dressed in what looked like new dark grey jeans with a paler grey belt at the waist of them. A silky looking steel grey shirt was tucked neatly into his jeans and over that he wore a charcoal grey jacket. His hair was slicked back and fastened in its usual ponytail and his facial growth was trimmed shorter than I’d seen it before, little more than the equivalent of a few days growth. Overall, he looked hotter than hell. So much so I brought my knees together to try and ease the ache I felt between my legs. How was any woman supposed to stand a chance against all that sheer masculine beauty? He was a visual feast and I was hungry just looking at him.
As if aware of me staring, his head turned and his eyes met mine. His nostrils flared and something flashed in those silvery blue eyes of his before it was gone.
Damn, why did he have to turn up? I couldn’t do this shit. I couldn’t pretend I was unaffected by him. Clutching my drink I raised it to my lips and downed the last of my Baileys and milk, nearly choking myself on it in the process. Coughing enough that my eyes watered slightly, I cursed the fact I wasn’t acting as cool as I wanted to be.
“You ok hon?” Karen reached over to slap me on the back.
“Trying to get pissed are you sis?” Leo spoke at the same time and I shook my head glaring at him.
“I’m fine.” I answered Karen first. “This is only my second drink.” I told Leo. “But I think I will have another one though. Are you buying?”
“I’ll get them.” Shay spoke, the first thing he’d said since he and my brother turned up at our table.
At Shay’s offer everyone told him what we wanted and I tried not to look as he walked towards the bar. It was impossible though. The man was simply too much and I could see I wasn’t the only set of female eyes on him and that fine ass, as he made his way across the room. Clearly everyone was affected by the presence the man exuded because people stepped aside, opening a pathway in the room to let him through.
“So are you going to sit down?” Ava smiled up at Leo and I turned my attention on my brother to see what his response would be.
He grinned down at my friend, his eyes moving over her and I saw his brows come together as he stared. “Wow Ava. You’re wearing a skirt? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in one. You look good girl, damn good.” I saw the admiration in Leo’s eyes and rolled mine.
I tried not to snort at his behaviour. Men, they were all the same - including my brother. A bit of leg, ass or tit and they were drooling all over themselves.
“Do you want to dance?” Ava asked him and I braced myself for him rejecting her. He’d never really shown any interest in her before. But then to be fair, my friends and my brother didn’t really mix in the same circles much. I was pretty sure the only reason Leo was here with Shay now, was because they were on the prowl for pussy as my brother would say.
I’m sure my jaw nearly fell on the table when Leo gave Ava a lazy grin and said. “Sure.”
With a smile I thought would split her face in two she scrambled to her feet. Hastily she pulled her tight fitting black skirt down so it covered her ass and adjusted her clingy top that hung off one shoulder. She looked so pretty and I hoped my man whore brother wouldn’t do something stupid and foolish with her, and break her heart. Much as I loved Leo, he was what he was: a dog when it came to women.
Karen and I watched them disappear into the crowd and she rolled her eyes at me. “I know he’s your brother Lyla but if he fucks with our friend, I’ll chop his balls off. She’s had a thing for him for a long time
.”
I snorted. “Don’t worry, I’ll hand you the knife if he does.”
“Drinks.” Shay appeared at our table again, armed with glasses. “Where are your brother and friend?” He asked, his eyes scanning the room.
I pointed towards the dance floor. “They’re dancing.” I told him. “Thanks.” Gesturing with the glass of Baileys he’d placed in front of me, I swallowed down a large mouthful of my drink in a desperate effort to calm my nerves. Each time I saw Shay I became more and more affected by his presence.
“Mind if I sit down?” He surprised me by asking and with my heart pounding: I nodded.
He pulled one of the chairs towards himself then nearly put me into cardiac arrest when he sat down right by my side. So close in fact we were almost touching. I glanced down at his thigh and tried not to think about how just one small move from me would be enough for my leg to brush his. I tried to slow my breathing, make it more shallow so each time I inhaled I wouldn’t have to smell his aftershave that drifted around me, tempting me, teasing me, making me want him even more.
I had to keep telling myself. He wasn’t here for me. He was here to find a woman for the night. Of course I knew he wasn’t completely immune to me. The huge erection he’d been sporting that day in my shop was proof of that. He just wasn’t tempted enough to take it to the next step. I didn’t want to make a complete fool of myself by letting him see how much I was attracted to him. He’d had two months since that day in my shop and not once had he made any effort to contact me. That should tell me he really wasn’t interested.
I gulped down another mouthful of my drink feeling the alcohol beginning to warm me inside and helping me to relax, although with Shay next to me there was no way in hell I’d ever fully be comfortable with him so close.
“So – having a night off?” I finally asked to break the tension I felt crackling between us.
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