Page 79 of Double Play

While Cal chats away about the Cougars, I begin touching myself. Layton’s eyes are glued to the just barely visible top of my pussy where my fingers slide through my wetness.

I momentarily pull them out, reach over, and run them along his lips. His jaw slackens as he slides his tongue around his Arizona-covered lips. I can hear his breathing becoming more labored.

I quickly slide my fingers back into my pants. My clit is pulsating at this point, begging my fingers for relief.

My own breathing picks up as my strokes become faster. He watches on with heavy lids and darkened eyes, my panties remaining under his nose, my scent taken in with every inhale. His jeans look like they might burst off him at any moment.

He’s trying to stay present in his conversation with Cal but failing miserably. Fortunately for him, Cal is a talker and is carrying the conversation.

I work myself into a complete frenzy. At some point,Layton grabs his dick and squeezes it hard. I’m thoroughly enjoying driving him crazy.

I’m driving myself crazy too. I’m actually going to come in this Uber with Cal talking and Layton sitting three feet away from me teetering on the edge himself.

A few more strokes, and I squeeze my eyes shut as my body silently shakes into my orgasm.

The car begins to slow down. Layton practically growls, “Around the back, please. I have a private entrance.”

I didn’t know that. Anytime I’ve been here I’ve come through the front lobby, though I suppose I’ve never walked in with him. I have to deal with his eighteenth-century, weird doorman every time.

Cal drives to the back of the impressive looking building as I zip and button my jeans. I joke with Layton, “I’m exhausted. I might just head home.”

He narrows his eyes at me and practically pulls my arm out of the socket as he drags me out of the car. I giggle as he pushes me toward the entrance. I love when he’s a little rough with me. He doesn’t treat me like a porcelain doll and I’m here for it.

He quickly retrieves some sort of key card from his wallet. As soon as he waves it in front of the sensor, the elevator doors open. We step in and I see only one button to the eighty-eighth floor, which illuminates when he runs his key card over it.

“I get such a kick out of the fact that even your apartment number has eight in it.”

As he pins me to the side of the elevator, he says, “I couldn’t pass up a building with the penthouse on double eights.” He unbuttons and unzips my pants. “Now, where were we?”

“We were worrying about your Uber rating.”

He shoves his hand down my pants and runs his fingersthrough my wetness. “Now you can focus on the Layton rating.”

“Maybe I’ll post#laidbylayton. Three stars. Too much of a tease. Do not recommend.”

He slides his fingers inside me, but then remains still. “Okay. Then I won’t move my fingers. I’ll give you a three-star performance.”

I wiggle my hips, but he’s physically in control. “Fine. Four stars.”

He pushes his fingers a drop deeper, but not to the spot he knows intimately. He stares at me in challenge.

“Okay, four-point-nine.”

No movement.

“What? That’s good enough for Uber.”

The door pings our arrival. Without removing his fingers from my body, he uses his other arm to lift me through the door and into his foyer area, which is bigger than my entire apartment, and then eventually into a living room with windows overlooking the entire city. It’s gorgeous.

“Okay, the view brings you to five stars.”

He smiles as he sits on the couch and maneuvers my body so it’s straddling his. All with his fingers still inside me.

“Good girl. Now, you told me you were going to fuck me tonight. Let’s see what you’ve got. I hope it’s worthy of five stars.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ARIZONA

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