Page 30 of The Night We Met

“Lyla,” she tells me. “And your name?”

“Liam,” I tell her. Ignoring how cute our names sound together.

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend,” she says as her hands tease the hem of my shirt.

I pull my shirt off the rest of the way and then toss it to the bed. “And I’m not looking for a girlfriend. Just sex.”

“Perfect. And just one night.”

“Deal,” I agree and then press my lips to hers again. I move my lips to her jaw, down her neck, over her breasts covered with her dress. Before continuing down her body. Ilook up at her as I run my hands under her dress to the barely-there waistband of her thong. She nods her head and lifts her hips before I’m pulling them down her legs and tossing the scrap of fabric to the floor.

Flipping the skirt of her dress up, I blow cool air on her bare pussy.

She gasps a strangled, “Fuck,” before sliding her hands through my hair and pushing my mouth towards her pussy.

You don’t have to tell me twice. My mouth latches on to her clit. My tongue flicks the taught bud as I slide a finger into her. The sting of my hair being pulled heightens and I add another finger. Pumping them in and out, stroking her inner walls. I pull my fingers out of her and replace them with my tongue. Lapping up her arousal as she clamps her legs around my head.

I pay attention to her clit as I slide two fingers into her again. Pumping and twisting, urging her to come. My fingers find the spot that has her drenching my hand. Her scream barely heard over the sound of the party in the living room.

Pulling my fingers from her and sitting up, I hold her eye contact as I suck her release off my fingers.

Her hands pull the front of her dress down and play with her rosy nipples. “Are you just gonna stand there?” Her voice is husky, turning my erection to an almost painful feeling.

Grabbing my wallet and pulling out a condom, tossing it on the bed next to her. I swat her hands away and rip her dress off. It goes flying over my shoulder as I suck a hard pointed nipple into my mouth. My other hand plays with the other nipple. Lightly twisting and pulling until she’s moaning my name.

I back away and pull my pants down to my thighs.Reaching behind me I pull my shirt off and toss it to the top of the bed. I don’t miss the appreciation as she rakes her gaze over my body. Leaning forward, I grab the condom, I tear open the foil and roll the condom down my length.

Her legs spread in invitation, but I quickly flip her over to all fours. I won’t do missionary anymore. But this, seeing her perky ass and wet cunt in my face, yeah this works.

I tease her clit with my cock and watch her shudder. I slide my length through her arousal and coat my length before sliding into her.

Lyla’s moan has my cock twitching before I start thrusting inside of her. She arches her back causing me to slide deeper.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter.

“Harder,” she urges.

Don’t have to tell me twice. I perch a leg on the bed and pound into her. Her moans are the encouragement I need. Her ass matches my strokes thrust for thrust.

I’m seconds from blowing my load.

“I need you to get there Lyla,” I pant out. Her pussy strangles my cock. “What do you need?” I need to come now. And when she grabs my hand and places a finger on her puckered hole I know that this will send me over.

I lean forward and put my thumb in front of her mouth. “Suck,” I tell her. She doesn’t hesitate. When I feel my thumb is wet enough, I pull it from her mouth and run my finger around to her asshole before circling and slowly pushing in.

That movement has her pussy fluttering and my thrusts stuttering before she’s screaming my name as she comes.

“That’s it Lyla,” I call out before my balls draw up and I’m coming harder than ever. I pull out my thumb and grab onto her hips as I work myself through my release. WhenI’m spent, I pull out of her with a wince and collapse onto the bed beside her attempting to catch my breath. My jeans are still around my thighs so I pull those up and continue to look at the ceiling.

“Well that was fun,” Lyla breaks the silence after we’re done catching our breath.

I look over at her, letting out a chuckle. “Yeah.”

That regret I feel sinks back in and I turn my face away before letting her see in too deep.

The bed moves beside me as she gets up and grabs her dress. I don’t make a move to look at her.

“I know this was a one-time thing. And I’m okay with that. But if you need someone to have fun with, hit me up.” She tells me. Lyla finds a scrap piece of paper and a pencil. Jotting down her number she places it in my jeans pockets. Crawling over my body, she waits until we’re eye-to-eye. “I don’t know who she is and I don’t really care. You’re special, Liam. And I hope you know that.”

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