Leaning over her I placed a hand on her shoulder and ran it down the length of her spine in a gentle caress until I reached her ass. Grasping her round, firm cheeks I squeezed them before spreading them, staring down at her tightly puckered hole. Curious as to her reaction I trailed my fingers over her ass watching her tighten up and her body stiffen which drew a smile from me.
“Don’t panic. Your ass is safe.” I joked, moving my hand further down until I could brush my fingers through the slick moisture that coated her pussy and the tops of her thighs.
I closed my eyes briefly, suppressing the groan that tried to break free from my throat when I slipped a finger inside her and she tightened around it.
Fuck it. I’d drawn this out as long as I could without going insane from the need to be inside her. Pulling my wet fingers from her, I dragged them over one ass cheek watching the trail of moisture they left behind on her skin. The sight of it, the smell of it was too much, and giving up on the whole seduction scene I inched closer to her and slipped my cock between her legs. Teasingly I pushed forward, gliding across her wet opening but not entering her. Back and forth I worked the head of my cock through her wet folds, each time making sure I grazed over her clit too.
I could hear her breathing hitch as she inhaled and I knew she was waiting, wondering when I would take her. Only when I was sure she was halfway to another orgasm did I finally tilt my hips enough to start feeding my dick into her. It was a sight worth seeing that was for sure and my eyes lowered to watch as I disappeared inside her, each piercing snagging just enough for us both to feel it.
I wanted to plunge into her, to bury myself to the hilt but I was held back by the surprising discovery that she was tight, really tight. With sweat beading on my brow, I clenched my teeth down hard and slowly worked my way into Lyla’s body.
Only when I was finally balls deep in her did I stop concerned that I might hurt her. I could feel her, each muscle inside her pussy gripping me. Each one of those muscles fluttering around me. She was adjusting to me, her body accommodating me and fighting my need to fuck her, I kept still, waiting for her to be ready.
When I heard her sigh and the tension eased in her shoulders, I leaned over her briefly, just long enough to drop a kiss high up on her spine.
“Are you alright?” I asked, hearing the tension in my voice.
Her head turned towards me, which put her face into profile, but partially obscured by her mane of silvery blonde hair. “Yes…but go slow. You’re…you’re bigger than I’m used to.” Her voice was husky.
I smiled at her words before shifting my hands to her hips and using them to hold her still while I eased my way back out of her and then into her again. God she felt so fucking good. Hot, tight as hell and oh so wet. With every inch I pressed inside her, I felt her pussy gripping me firmly, like a glove. Her tightness creating just enough friction on my piercings that even through the condom it resulted in a pleasurable pain.
I so badly wanted to thrust into her, to slam home until I bottomed out in her but I didn’t want to hurt her. It took every ounce of my self-control not to do that but when she pushed back, inviting me deeper, I groaned and gave up on the gentle approach, plunging into her until I hit the entrance to her womb.
She cried out and I froze, thinking I must have hurt her, not moving, my heart slamming against my ribs and my breathing rasping heavily, lungs heaving.
I leaned forward, lowering my chest over her back and I kissed her, trailing a series of tiny kisses over her shoulders and as far down her spine as I could go, given I was buried deep inside her. I needed the distraction, to cool my desire a little until she was ready for me to truly fuck her. She shivered under my touch and I felt her body relax letting me slide that little bit deeper into her.
“I need to move. Are you ok?” I asked, my voice breathless from the effort it was taking me to be gentle and patient with her.
She gave me just one word, spoken in a husky voice, but it was the one word I needed more than any other: “Yes.”
Closing my eyes I let my head fall back and with my fingers biting into her hips to hold her I began to thrust with deep, rhythmic thrusts. It was heaven. It was nirvana. It was everything I imagined it would be to be inside Lyla Costa. Her pussy held onto my cock. Warm and wet, and a perfect fit around me. My eyes opened and I dropped my head forward again, my focus on where our two bodies were joined.
I fucked her and I watched myself fuck her. Entering and almost exiting her snug little pussy until the pressure began to build and I knew my need to come would soon be over riding everything else.
“Oh god…Shay.” Lyla’s voice came to me over the sounds of our bodies slapping together. It was thready and needy, and I faltered, losing my rhythm momentarily. Hearing the breathlessness in her voice and the huskiness of her need was enough for reality to come crashing down on me. This was Lyla, beautiful, sexy Lyla. Leo’s sister. I couldn’t pretend she was just one of the masses that I fucked.
It wasn’t working to turn her away from me. I couldn’t pretend she was nothing more than a one night stand. I needed to see her. I wanted to watch her face as I fucked her. I wanted to be staring into her eyes when I came inside her. I wanted to see every single one of her expressions when she came around me. I was cheating us both by facing her away.
“Lyla, baby, I need to change positions. I want to see your beautiful face when you come. I want to be staring into your eyes when I come.” The moment the words were out of my mouth, I pulled out of her, flipping her over before she could do or say anything until she was on her back.
I crawled over her, my cock throbbing painfully and when I stared down into her face I was frozen, transfixed by her. She was flushed, her hair a riot of tangled strands. Her lips swollen, tiny bruises showing on her skin from my teeth and all I could think was how lucky I was to have her, just for this night.
She smiled up at me, her eyes a darker blue from her passion and as I lined my cock up at her sweet entrance again, pushing into her, I never let her break free of my gaze.
Once I was seated deep within her, I stopped, lowering my lips to hers so I could kiss her. Coaxing her to open for me, I immediately curled my tongue around hers, licking her, tasting her and savouring everything that was her. I never did this. It was never like this and although the warning bells sounded in the back of my brain, I was powerless to heed them as I continued my assault on her mouth.
Eventually it wasn’t enough. Kissing her was incredible, but I needed more. I needed to fuck her. I had to come. I was a mass of aching, throbbing need and finally, reluctantly, breaking contact with her lips that were swollen from mine, I began to thrust again.
Angling my hips I drove harder into her, rising up on my hands, arms straight either side of her body, grinding against her so I made contact with her clit.
I knew I’d hit my target when she moaned, her hands clutching at my shoulders, her nails grazing over my skin. As she clawed at me, I thrust harder, faster until I was pounding into her, pushing her up the bed with the force of my driving hips. I was done with taking it easy. It was time to fuck. It was more than time to release the animal that clawed inside me to get out.
Lyla’s hands skimmed down my back until she reached my ass and I hissed with the pain when she dug her nails into my buttocks encouraging me to fuck her even harder. She was perfect. A great match. The female version of the animal that lived inside of me.
I responded to her demands, thrusting harder and when I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer, she cried out and I felt her body buck under mine. Her pussy clutched at my cock, pulsing around it, while her arms tightened over my shoulders and her legs gripped me more firmly around my hips. It was all too much. She was all too much and the feel of her coming was the catalyst for me. Giving up the last threads of my control I allowed myself to come.
I felt it searing its way down my spine, waking up every nerve ending in me, my balls tightened and drew up against my body and my cock swelled
inside Lyla.
Grunting as I thrust hard, so hard it was if I was trying to crawl inside her, I gave myself over to my release. My head lowered, my eyes locked on hers and I let her watch me as I came, pumping into her, filling the condom with my cum as I shuddered and groaned through the most exquisite of orgasms.
Her hand came up to brush back the strands of my hair that had escaped the ponytail. It was a gentle, soothing touch and I shivered, my heart missing a beat as I stared down at her, still in the grip of my passion, still coming inside her.
When finally it ended. When finally I was drained, emptied of all I had to give her, I collapsed on her. Part of me knew I was probably too heavy on her, but I was literally too fucked to move right now. I could feel her fingers making a path up and down my spine in a lazy caress so I figured if I wasn’t hurting her, that she wasn’t bothered about being pinned under me.
I fought to get my breathing back under control, my chest heaving, labouring as I dragged air into my tortured lungs. I could feel my cock softening and I knew I’d have to move soon. I’d have to separate our bodies before there was any real risk of losing the condom inside her. I didn’t take risks with condoms. I had no room in my life for children. I had no desire to be burdened by unwanted children. No child deserved to be burdened with me as a father. I’d been raised by an asshole so how could I be anything other than an asshole myself?
Lifting my body from Lyla’s enough to feed a hand down between us, I closed my fingers and thumb around the condom to hold it as I pulled out of her. Rolling over next to her, I removed it and leaned over the side of the bed to toss it into the bin.
Normally this would be the point where I’d get up and start bundling the woman from my apartment but this wasn’t my apartment and the woman in my bed wasn’t some stranger I’d picked up for a one night stand. And there lay the problem. I didn’t know what to do now. I didn’t want her to leave yet, but I was fearful of letting her stay in case she read more into it than there was.
When she rolled over, her head coming to rest on my shoulder I froze. It didn’t stop there though. She threw an arm over me that settled across my stomach and I stared down at it. The sight of a woman’s arm resting on me in anything other than a sexual way was enough to throw me into a mass of chaos and confusion. This was more like cuddling, post coital enjoyment of one another and I didn’t do cuddling or post coital enjoyment of one another: ever.
It went against everything in me. It represented all I tried so hard to avoid. So why the hell did it feel better than I expected it to feel? It was wrong. I couldn’t do this. I had to stop this. I needed Lyla gone from my bed. I had to get her out. I had to take her home. I couldn’t let her stay here with me. Dammit to hell though. I didn’t want her to leave me right now.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I must be getting soft. I should get up. I needed to get up. I heard her sigh and her body settled more heavily on mine. I tensed and then her breathing evened out and I realised she was asleep. Fuck!
This was unacceptable. I didn’t sleep with women I only fucked them and sent them on their way. Lyla knew the score. She had no right falling asleep in my bed. I had to wake her. I should wake her. No, fuck it. I’d let her sleep for just a little while. Not long. Only a few minutes. Then I’d wake her and remind her that this was just a fuck not the beginning of something deep and meaningful.
I yawned, feeling unusually tired. It must have been the sex. I’d been too fucked up to get a hell of a lot of sexual satisfaction lately. The hand was definitely not mightier than the pussy either. Not even close. The build-up and anticipation to getting between Lyla’s legs followed by going above and beyond to make her feel good, must have taken more out of me than I realised. Not to mention I’d been hard and aching for ages while I’d given her orgasm after orgasm. When I’d finally come, it had been harder and with more intensity than I expected so the combination of all those things must be the reason for my fatigue now.
I could just close my eyes for a minute. Then I’d get up. Wake her and reluctantly drive her home. I should have taken her to the apartment, it would have been easier. I wouldn’t get much sleep by the time I drove her home and then came back home due to how far out of the city this place was.
I closed my eyes, listening to Lyla’s soft breaths. Gently so I wouldn’t disturb her I reached up and pulled the band from my hair. I didn’t sleep with it up; it was too uncomfortable like that.
Lyla still moved slightly, one leg coming to lie across mine. I looked down at my body where half of me was covered in half of her. Clearly the woman was a restless sleeper or she was a bed hog. I felt tangled up in her with her limbs pinning me down and her head on my chest. Her long, silvery blonde hair was spread over the pillow beside me and over my chest and with every breath I took all I could smell was her. It was an intoxicating combination of her shampoo with her perfume. There was that scent that was just Lyla and mixed in with it all was the lingering traces of sex in the air. The whole lot was a heady mix. It was all so wrong. Yet it felt all so right. I was so fucking royally screwed.
Once Lyla settled again, I gave in to my fatigue and closed my eyes. It was only going to be for a minute or two. There was no way in hell I was sleeping the night with a woman in my bed. I didn’t care if that woman was my friend’s sister.
Lyla
A fist to my face woke me, pain exploding in my cheek and I cried out, jack knifing up in bed. A hand shot up to nurse my throbbing cheek and I sat there in a daze for a moment wondering what the hell just happened? I’d been having such a nice dream. I’d been having the most incredibly hot sex with…My eyes snapped open.
I looked around and it took a moment for it to register that I wasn’t in my bed in the apartment I owned with my brother. I was in Shay’s bed. Shock turned my body to ice as I stared down at him and I gasped when I saw I was as naked as he. Just like that, the evening came flooding back. I hadn’t dreamt all that. It really happened.
My eyes dropped to Shay again, to where he was sleeping beside me and I frowned. He wasn’t just sleeping, he looked like he was in agony. He started to cry out, his words unintelligible. The expression on his face turning my stomach into a hard knot.
As I watched him his body began to writhe around on the bed, arms flailing and legs thrashing. That was all bad enough but the worst of all was the god awful sounds he was making. Clearly he was having a horrible nightmare. I had to wake him to stop his suffering.
Again he lashed out but this time I was able to get out of the way and I rolled, nearly falling off the bed in the process. I’d managed to save myself from being hurt again but whatever was tormenting Shay was still doing so. I couldn’t watch him suffering like that anymore. I had to wake him.
He tensed suddenly, his body rigid and he began to mutter under his breath. I leaned towards him, still wary of being hit again, but curious to work out what he was saying.
“No…no…no…don’t…don’t. Why…why? Oh god…god it hurts…it hurts. Stop…stop. No…no…NO!” The last no was torn from Shay’ s throat and his body bowed alarmingly before beginning to shake so violently the whole bed moved under him.
Tears sprang to my eyes watching and listening to him. Something told me this wasn’t a dream. He was reliving something terrible in his sleep. I couldn’t save him from whatever previous horrors he’d endured, but I could save him from the torment he was reliving and wake him.
Reaching out to him carefully in case he reacted violently again, I laid a hand on his chest and shook him gently. His response was instantaneous, his body catapulting upright before his eyes even opened. One hand shot up and before I could move, his fingers clamped around my neck and I felt my airway close off when he crushed down hard against my windpipe.
Incapable of making anything other than a garbled noise in my throat, my hands came up to the one around my neck and I plucked at his fingers desperately trying to get his attention. I couldn’t make enough sound to penetrate whatever horrors w
ere driving him right now but the longer he held me down, the more I realised he could actually kill me.
Twisting my lower body, I swung my legs in an attempt to kick him or hit him hard enough to wake him. My vision was starting to dim and flashes of white like stars signalled I was close to blacking out.
My first attempt didn’t have enough power behind it and I barely grazed him. On my second attempt I threw every last bit of strength I had left into it and my foot connected hard with his shin.
The pain that shot through my toes would have been enough to make me cry out had I been able to, but with Shay’s hand still firmly around my neck, I couldn’t manage anything more than a hoarse wheeze.
I heard him grunt and his grip on my throat loosened slightly, enough that I could suck in some much needed air. With another well aimed kick and the use of my poor crushed vocal chords I screamed out Shay’s name.
It had the desired effect. He didn’t just wake up, he bounded off the bed, eyes flashing wildly, chest rising and falling rapidly. With him off the bed, I dragged my shaking body higher up the mattress, my fingers rubbing my throat where his hand had been.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Shay snarled at me, fury burning in his eyes and I momentarily cowered from him before I remembered he’d nearly choked the life out of me and suddenly I wanted to beat the man over the head with a blunt instrument.
He was getting all bent out of shape about me being in his home when he’d damn near almost choked me to death? What the hell was wrong with him?
“What the fuck am I doing here?” I hissed, my throat hurting when I tried to yell at him. “You drove me here last night. Have you forgotten that already?” I climbed off the bed, forgetting for the moment that I was naked. “We had sex. Do you remember that?” I opened my mouth intending to rant at him for hitting me and choking me but he interrupted me before I got a chance.
“I’m not fucking stupid. Of course I remember that we had sex. What I’m asking is why you’re still here? You shouldn’t be here. I don’t do all night with a woman: ever.”
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