Page 37 of Layne Closure Ahead

Joey approached her and took her by the waist, lifting her onto the edge of the counter. Layne swatted at him for fucking around while she was trying to have a damn conversation. What was Joey’s response? He gave a mischievous grin and placed a finger to his lips as an instruction for her to remain quiet.

At first, Layne was confused about his intentions, but then he pressed her to lay back on the counter. He pulled her by her legs to the edge before spreading her legs apart. The t-shirt got caught up underneath her and remained pushed up around her stomach. Her half-naked body was fully revealed to him, making her arousal quite obvious from his perspective.

“Layne, are you still there?” Eric’s voice echoed in her ear.

Her attention was drawn back to the voice on the other end of her device. “Yeah, I’m still here.” Layne’s brain struggled to recall his initial commentary thanks to her attention being drawn elsewhere.

Eric repeated himself. “You didn’t come home last night when I checked the security footage.”

Joey leaned over and hungrily lapped up her arousal along her folds with his tongue flicking over her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her hips jolted at the sensation and before she could squirm away, his hands clamped down onto her thighs to steady her.

Her heart was hammering away inside of her chest as she choked down a gasp.

“No, I didn’t.” Layne’s words purposely remained short as she spit them out.

That vague response didn’t seem to satisfy Eric as he continued talking. “Where are you? I want to make sure you’re okay.”

She pressed her lips together in a hard line as Joey began to assault her pussy with his mouth. His teeth nipped at her clit while the scruff on his face continually brushed against her. Layne placed a hand on her forehead trying to focus and maintain her composure while her thoughts felt scattered.

“I’m fine. I stayed at a friend’s.”

At the mention of the word ‘friend’ Joey raised an eyebrow, then snickered quietly to himself. He removed one hand from her thigh and pushed two fingers deep inside of her.

Layne slapped her hand over her mouth as she nearly cried out at the pleasureful intrusion of her body. Joey continued to lick and suck at her most intimate bits. Her hips were unable to stop themselves from grinding against his touch.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Let me send someone to come pick you up,” Eric pressed on.

Joey’s fingers curled inside of her, stroking over the special spot that drove her insane. Her face was flushing while her heart felt like it was loud enough to drown out Times Square on New Year’s Eve.

She removed her hand from her mouth briefly. “No, no. I’m already on my way.” As much as she wanted to set him straight about checking in on her, she just wanted to get him off the call.

That’s when she felt Joey’s teeth bite at her swollen bud. A squeak squeezed past her throat before she was able to muffle herself. Her eyebrows furrowed together as it became a struggle to keep all the pleasure bottled up inside of her.

Joey’s hand gave her inner thigh a slap as a warning to keep her sounds to herself. She looked down at him with a silent whimper.

Eric’s voice was barely audible in her ear over the sound of the blood rushing in her ears as it all traveled south to her center. “I need you to tell me these things, my little harpy.” While he explained the importance of him knowing where she was at all times for her safety, Joey didn’t ease up on devouring her.

The tattoos on his fingers disappeared inside of her every time he pumped them into her body. His tongue drew circles over her delicate pleasure button, occasionally drawing it into his mouth and sucking harshly on it.

She writhed under the overwhelming weight of desire and ecstasy building up inside of her and was unable to be vocalized. Her voice was strained as she did her best to wrap up the call with Eric. “Can I call you back? You’re breaking up.”

Noting that Layne was trying her best to end the conversation, only encouraged Joey to ante up. He pulled his mouth from her and licked the flavor of her body from his lips. It gave Layne a small window of relief, but it wasn’t long before his hand reached up and sealed down over her mouth.

That’s when Layne felt him shove a third finger deep inside of her as he picked up the pace of penetrating her body there on his kitchen counter.

Her hand grabbed the wrist of Joey’s hand that was pressed over her lips. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to pull him away or keep it there as sensations began to quickly escalate inside of her.

She thought she heard Eric say goodbye after she promised to call him back, but she wasn’t sure of anything at that moment. The several moans that managed to slip from her were muffled against Joey’s hand while her body looked for its release.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed the call ended on her cellphone. Her hand dropped it down onto the counter in relief. Her sounds of approval were still muffled as he coaxed her body closer to her climax.

His eyes flickered at the uptick of noise against his palm. “Did I tell you that you could make a sound yet, Layney?”

Her face looked at him pleadingly while her hips rode against his fingers with a strong need to hit the approaching peak. Layne’s whimpers vibrated against his palm.

Just before she spilled over the edge of sensual release, he removed both hands from her and pulled her upright. She panted heavily as the wave of pleasure began to ebb.

The second she was face to face with him, he pushed his fingers into her mouth with her body’s wet arousal coating them. Layne hungrily sucked on his fingers in the same way she wanted to put her mouth on other parts of him. She watched the lustfulness fire up in his eyes as she did so. Her tongue slid over every inch of each finger, being sure not to leave any part of her desire behind.

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