It’s a ridiculous thought. It’s probably not even what I want. I’m just confused. Everything that’s happened over the last couple of days, how could I not be?
“You liked fucking him?” Sutton grumbles. My eyes widen, wondering if he read my thoughts. “Liked that fat alien cock in your tight little cunt, didn’t you?”
“Sutton…” I gasp as he forces my hands over my head, pinning them firmly to the mattress.
Sutton slows his movement. Taunting me with his body as much as his words. “Admit it, Layla. You liked it. You want more of it.”
I’m not sure if he’s trying to trap me or just wants to play out some kinky fantasy. “I love you, Sutton.”
He stills his hips and locks his eyes on mine. “Say it, Layla. You want more of that big, alien cock. Fucking say it.”
Whatever his reason, he’s serious. But is he angry?
I don’t know. I’ve never seen this side of Sutton before.
It scares me, but not as much as it turns me on.
Finally, eagerly, I admit, even though I’m not sure if it’s true, “Yes. I want it.”
Sutton moves his hips, slowly. Deliberately. Every inch of his length caresses my liquid-smooth tunnel. “What do you want, Layla? Use your words. Tell me what you want.”
“I want that big, fat alien cock.”
“Whose?” Sutton hisses, thrusting harder. Faster. Gripping my hips. “Say his name.”
I’m on the edge of my release when I scream, “Zayd. I want Zayd.”
Sutton groans as his hips shudder and his cock swells as he comes. It feels so good and rubs me just right that I come too, making Sutton curse and dig his fingers into my hips until it hurts.
“Jesus, Sutton. What the hell was that?” I say as soon as we’re finished, and the guilt covers me like a wet blanket.
Sutton withdraws and uses my shirt to wipe himself off. He grabs a pair of sweatpants out of the dresser built into the wall and pulls them on.
“You should get cleaned up. Your food will be here soon,” he says, coldly.
I don’t understand. It was his idea. Why would he torture himself like that? He had to know it would hurt.
Like I was any better. I knew it would hurt, and yet I played along.
We were both being stupid.
“Sutton…” I say, placing my hand on his shoulder, standing behind him. He pulls away. I wrap my arms around my chest. “I was just playing along. I didn’t mean it. You know that, right?”
“I know. I just… Go clean up. Please?” He turns his head to speak over his shoulder, but never takes his eyes off the floor.
“Yeah. Okay.” It’s weird, but I don’t think Sutton’s mad at me.
There’s definitely something going on there, but I don’t think it has anything to do with what I said. If I had to guess, he’s mad at himself. Probably for making me say those things about Zayd. We’ve played games in bed before that we’ve regretted later. Tried some more serious BDSM stuff. It was not for us. Maybe that’s what this is. He tried something, caught up in the heat of the moment, and now regrets it.
“I love you, Sutton. So much.” I kiss his cheek and turn toward the bathroom.
“Love you, too, Layla baby.”
Chapter 10
Sutton
Ican’tdothismuchlonger. Cooped up in this little apartment with Layla still smelling like… him. Even now, though she’s gone to the Courtyard, her scent, mixed with his, lingers in the air. It’s driving me crazy.
