Page 15 of Trouble
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Maddox
Fuck, I was in so much trouble.
Lyla’s hot body was pressed against mine again and I was powerless to resist. For all my talk of not wanting to take it any further, she was making it reallyreallyfucking difficult. The erection I’d made a wisecrack about wasn’t a joke any longer. Talk about a serious case of blue balls.
She deserved more than an embarrassingly short quickie.
Wedeserved more.
I was conflicted.
My head and my heart were having more of a battle than the angel and devil did last night.
I’d loved her from afar for the past ten years. I’d watched as she dated guys who weren’t good enough for her—maybe even warned them off; I guessed I didn’t want anyone else to have her if I couldn’t. I’d watched her blossom from geeky tomboy to the gorgeous woman who turned up at the garage in an outfit more suited for a sexy music video.
Andre would go absolutely ballistic.
Wes would be disgusted with me for breaking the bro code.
But…
Lyla twisted in my arms, her hands threading into my dark hair, tilting her face towards mine, leaning up for me to kiss her.
I knew I should push her away, tell her I couldn’t do this.
Her lips moved against mine, insistent, caressing, biting.
My hands cupped her ass as she writhed against me, her tongue exploring my mouth. She grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. A sigh escaped her as she drank in my naked torso, running her fingernail around my nipple.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I couldn’t stop.
Before I had a chance to say anything, Lyla dropped to her knees in front of me, looking up at me with hooded eyes. Her hands went to the belt of my jeans and unbuckled it, before slowly undoing the buttons on my fly. She pushed them down to my ankles and then did the same with my boxers.
“Lyla,” I croaked, as she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and slid me into her mouth.
I drew a shuddering breath as she dragged her tongue up and down my shaft. My hands fisted in her hair…fuck, I was going to come, why did she have this effect on me?Lyla slowed her pace, taking her time as she took in the length of me over and over again. My cock flexed and I squeezed her shoulder. Lyla was worth more than me coming in her mouth. She sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth, blinking rapidly as she looked up at me with dilated violet eyes.
“What did I do wrong? Didn’t you like it?”
“Nothing, Lyla, nothing is wrong.” I kicked off my clothes and scooped her up, before placing her gently on the bed. “I want us to take our time.”
Lyla watched me, biting her lip, a smile playing on her mouth.
I nodded in the direction of her knickers. “It would be a lot easier if you took those off.”
She grinned and slipped her thumbs into the waistband. “Sure you don’t want to rip them again?”
I growled and pounced on her. “I can’t ruin all your underwear, Lyla.”
“Maybe I just shouldn’t wear any…” She let the sentence trail off and I realized that must have been exactly what she had done the previous evening when she left.
The tightness in my cock intensified at the thought. Laughing, she wriggled out of her panties, leaving her in only her bra. I hooked my hand around her back, wrestling with the hooks as she giggled and then did it for me; her nipples already erect. My mouth slid over one, gently teasing and tormenting as Lyla’s hands stroked my hair. I wanted to taste her and moved my head to her crotch, causing a sigh to escape from her. My tongue flicked over her clit and she tensed, gasping out a short breath as her hips lifted off the bed. I continued to torture her, rolling my tongue around her most sensitive area, not letting her come but able to tell she was close. At the exact moment I closed my lips over her clit, I slipped my fingers inside.
“Jesus, Maddox!” she cried, her body writhing around underneath me, hands clawing at the bedcover.
