Page 61 of Keep Me Still
“All of it, baby. I want to see all of you.”
Layla’s cheeks darken, and I keep my eyes on hers as she reaches back to unhook her bra. It falls to the floor, and my eyes fall to her perfectly supple breasts and the tight pink nipples protruding in my direction. Again, my tongue presses behind my teeth, aching to taste her.
“Panties,” I practically growl at her.
My chest heaves hard because I’m running out of willpower here. Her skin begs to be touched, licked, bitten. I have the strangest urge to mark her. Claim her. Eying me with her wary gaze, as if she can read my crazed thoughts, Layla bends at the waist and slides her panties down her thighs, past her knees, and lets them drop to her ankles.
“Lie down. On your back.” She blinks rapidly but does as I say.
My cock punches against the zipper of my jeans, and I’m done waiting. Setting the milkshake down on the night table, I undress quickly, leaving my boxer briefs on so I don’t rush things. Climbing on top of Layla, I take a moment to stare down at her perfect body. Perfect face.
I’m dirtying up my angel and I know it, but dammit, how can I not?
The memory of her petite features scrunching in pain and ecstasy has pre-cum dripping from my head, and I know I’m not going to make it as long as I planned. She drives me too insane with need. If she whimpers or moans my name like she did before, my intentions will be shot to hell. And I won’t be able to wait two seconds before ramming myself inside of her and hitting that sweet, delicious center.
“Want some milkshake, baby?” I ask, lifting the cup from the table.
Layla’s eyes widen. “Yes.”
I grin. She’s with me. Her chin dips to her chest. She nods and I allow myself a few seconds to imagine cupping those full breasts and sucking her into my mouth. “Say please.”
“Please, Landen,” she whimpers. My cock twitches against her thighs.
Filling the straw and closing the top with my finger, I pull it from the cup and place the tip against her lips. She opens without me having to ask, like the good girl she is. I watch her throat swallow and she shivers from the cold.
“More?”
“Yes. Yes, please.” Her breath is coming harder and the swells of her breasts are pumping faster.
“Pretty please, with a cherry on top?” I prompt. She nods rapidly and repeats the plea obediently.
I fill the straw again, but this time, when she opens her mouth, I don’t release. Instead I run it down her skin until those full swells rise to meet it. “For so long I couldn’t even look at a goddamn milkshake. Couldn’t even stand to hear one mentioned without picturing you drinking that first one on our first date. The way your eyes closed when you swallowed, and that little moan of pleasure you let out. Did you even know what you were doing to me?”
Layla shakes her head slowly, her eyes melting into mine. I release the cool liquid between her breasts and she twitches. “Cold,” she whispers.
Smiling, I nod and lean down to remove the cold dessert with my warm tongue. When I swipe across her nipples, her back arches and she moans. “But you knew what you were doing tonight, didn’t you?”
Layla licks her lips and nods her confirmation.
“Was my sweet girl teasing me?”
Her eyes darken and she shakes her head. “Not a tease, Landen. A promise.”
“Well, I can promise you something,” I say, leaning down and pressing my lips gently to the side of her neck just below her ear. “Next time you make me hard in public, I will fuck you in the nearest bathroom. Understood?” The thrill of panic that shoots through Layla’s eyes says she understands perfectly. And that I give orders quite well. The Colonel would be so proud. “Hmm…or maybe I’ll let my fingers fuck your sweet pussy under the table and we can see how well you can hide it when you come.Mysweet pussy, I mean.” I let my teeth graze her flesh just hard enough to let her know I’m serious. “You don’t know it’s mine, don’t you?”
“Yes, yours.Oh, God.” Layla’s breathing so hard and fast I’m almost worried for her.
“You okay, baby?”
She nods again, but I feel her twitching beneath me in an attempt to rub her thighs together. She must be aching, that deep ache that only I can soothe. “You need me to fuck you now, don’t you?” I ask, releasing more shake across her stomach before lapping it up.
“Yes,please.” Her voice is so tight, as tight as I know her pussy is going to be. But I need her closer to the edge. Need her to come before I do.
“Pretty please…” I prompt, and because she knows what I want, she gives me the response I’m looking for.
“Pretty please with a cherry on top,” she begs, still writhing.
“That can be arranged. Spread your legs for me,” I command as I take the lid off the cup and sit it on the nightstand. Only one cherry still has its stem attached, so it’s the lucky one I pull from the cup. Holding it between my fingers by the thin stem, I dip it into Layla’s mouth. “Clean it off but don’t bite.” I watch as she licks the cream off. Now I’m the one groaning involuntarily.
