I swallow hard and brace my hands on his shoulders. “While we sleep. We’re naked. His body rubs on mine.”
He teases my mound with the tip of his nose and light kisses. “What parts of his body?”
“Sutton…” He’s taking this too lightly. He’s going to regret it later.
Sutton’s hands grip my hips. His fingers dig into my flesh. “What part of his body rubs your pussy, Layla?” He teasingly licks and kisses my hips and thighs.
I’m asleep when Zayd marks me, but I know what happens. But I can’t tell Sutton that. Knowing what Zayd and I did while he recovered is why he left. I don’t want to drive him away again by telling him what he will regret hearing later.
“Say it, Layla.” Sutton bites the thick flesh of my hip.
I gasp, and my pussy flutters. I’m not going to last much longer. “I can’t.”
“I already know.” His voice is commanding as he loses his patience.
But I still challenge him. “Then why do I need to say it?”
His steely gaze sends shivers up my spine. “So you will know,” he says in a voice that is not his own. So deep and primal. As transformed as his physique. He is so unlike the Sutton I remember that I might have let fear pull me away from him. Until he says, “I’m well aware of what’s been here when I lick you.” And his tongue splits my slit and laps me clean through.
“Oh, shit,” I hiss as what he said finally makes sense, and I say what he wants to hear. “His cock marks me there.” And he’s licking it. Tasting my pussy and Zayd’s…
“Does it make you wet when Zayd’s cock rubs your pussy?” He licks me through again.
“Yes.” I pant.
Sutton hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up, letting him lick me more deeply.
I tangle my fingers in his night black hair to hold myself steady as he works his tongue and lips around my clit.
“You taste incredible.”
I smile down at him, meeting his eyes as he feasts on me.
“And he tastes good on you.” He smiles up at me, winking at my wide-eyed stare.
Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he covers my mound with his mouth, works the hell out of my clit until I come on his face.
Before I can catch my breath, Sutton stands, turns me around, and bends me over the dining table.
After kicking my legs wide, Sutton only prods my entrance with the tip of his cock, making me whine and plead, “Please, Sutton.”
“What’s wrong, Layla baby?” There’s a wicked taunt in his tone.
“Sutton, please.”
“What do you want, baby?” He slides his length through my slit, sending a shock through my center when his tip hits my clit, still tingling from my orgasm.
“Cock.” The word blurts from some unashamed monster I didn’t know I had in me.
“Whose cock do you want?” Sutton asks, teasing my entrance with his tip again.
“Yours.” I push my hips back, trying to draw him in, but he resists.
“Just mine?” Sutton finally dips his tip inside my pussy, but when he does, he also presses the pad of his thumb to the sensitive ring of my rear entrance, making me clamp down on his cock. “You want his cock too, don’t you, Layla baby? You’ve thought about it, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit when he finally thrusts deep inside of me.
As he fucks me over the table, I completely forget that knowing Zayd and I had sex was the reason Sutton left. I forget to worry that he might leave again. I forget consequences exist and give myself completely over to the moment. I focus only on the sweetslip of Sutton’s length in and out of my pussy, dripping with slick. The bump of his hips against my ass. Forgetting the future to live completely in the present I wish will never end.
