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Lyla
My head and body are fuzzy as I toss and turn in bed. My senses feel more dulled and the walls of my room are spinning. My comforter is super soft, like I’m engulfed in a fluffy cloud. I can smell the old paper from my book that’s on my side table, which is because it’s really old and smells bad and not because I’m drunk.
My clothes feel too tight and my skin buzzes with electricity. I take off my pink t-shirt and black yoga pants, feeling gloriously naked and light. I laugh quietly, not wanting to wake anyone else up, but I can’t help all the giggles from coming out. I’m getting louder and grab the pillow from behind me and scoot further under the blankets.
Finally, I get ahold of myself and catch my breath. I’m still really wired from the day and late night with Cole. He constantly surprises me with his easygoing personality. In my line of work, the men I’ve met are all really uptight and bossy. They don’t ask, they tell. It’s so nice to feel like someone actually cares what I have to say and respects when I don’t want to talk about other things.
Not to mention the fact that Cole might be a living, breathing sex god. The man drips charm, and the way he proudly adjusted his dick in front of me had me about to lose my shit. If Marcus wouldn’t have been there, I would have climbed the man like a tree and begged him to get inside me. Damn, Lyla, get your head right. Without another thought I throw back the comforter, pull open the small drawer, and pull out my battery-operated boyfriend, better known as BOB. The only other man I’ve had in the last four years, which is sad.
For now, I’m going to ride Cole in my wildest dreams. Clicking it on, I move the vibrator down between my breasts and over my navel. It quickly finds my clit, and I throw the blankets back over my head, wanting to block out everything except Cole's handsome face and strong body. His broad shoulders would be perfect to hold on to. His chest, I know for a fact, is just as impressive, but it’s the very large bulge in his pants and the way he was looking at me that has me so hot and bothered.
I’m panting at the thought of him between my legs, and I’m so close to the edge I don’t notice someone opened the door until the light in the room changes. My eyes snap open. The big white comforter is being pulled down to the tops of my breasts, and I gasp and fumble to stop the vibrator. My eyes meet Cole’s; holy shit, he’s sitting on the bed beside me, smiling, and I continue blindly looking for the off switch to my very loud BOB, failing and turning beet red. It shoots out my hand, and I’m about to start yelling at him to get the hell out when he says, “I heard my name.”
Bending over to grab the vibrator, Cole hands it back to me, completely calm like this is somehow normal. Both my hands cover my face in embarrassment. I’m breathing so hard, my heartbeat going a million miles a minute, and I don’t even take the toy from him. I’m so mortified I don’t know what to say. Before I can even start to make excuses, I hear a loud buzzing and risk a peek through open fingers. Cole turned it back on and is looking at me like he’s waiting on an invitation to pussy town. Nothing but an eager smile on his face. I search his eyes, hoping to find the answer to this crazy visit but not for too long because I want this more than I want to breathe right now.
Without giving him any words in response to his comment, I slowly move all my blankets from his side to the other side of the bed and let them fall off. His dark-brown eyes drink me in, and he inhales a big gust of air and lets it out slowly. He doesn’t say anything although I can tell he wants to. Instead, he moves the vibrator that’s in his hand to my inner thigh. He drags it between my closed legs slowly. My eyes are glued to his face, watching his dark expression as it moves over my most intimate places.
I want to see him, watch him touch me. My back starts to arch as he nears my core. He bends down closer and whispers in a deep husky voice, “Open your legs for me.”
I don’t say anything, just open for him slowly, goosebumps erupting all over the surface of my skin, my body feeling higher, lighter, when suddenly he slides it across my slit, the vibrations meeting my clit, and my mouth drops open with a moan, and my heavy eyes flutter closed. It feels so good. So much better than pretending it’s him, to really have him here making me feel like this has me bucking into his hand. I grind against the vibrator shamelessly and bring my hands around my breasts, squeezing them together, hoping to give him a show. When I pry my eyes open, I’m in luck. He moved between my legs and is watching me and working the toy better than I ever did. A second later he turns it and pushes the long pulsing toy inside me, and I gasp, my back leaving the bed and my eyes slamming shut in pleasure.
“I’m. So. Close,” I beg.
He pushes harder and faster, pumping in and out until I’m coming apart. Twinkling stars blur my vision as the orgasm rips through me like a hurricane. My body jerks, and my legs shake in uncontrollable spasms. I’m in total bliss and breathing hard.
My heartbeat is the only thing I can hear, and then suddenly I feel the bottom of the bed move. I watch Cole back up off the bed slowly, smiling like he’s become shy all the sudden. He stands and stares down at me in all my naked, sheet-soaked glory and licks his lips. He’s only in his black sweatpants, baring his chiseled abs and broad chest. I lick my lips, nowhere near ready to be done with him. I swallow hard and sit up, then crawl over to the edge of the bed closest to him, but he backs up a few steps. I slant my head to the side and look at him with the question in my eyes, afraid real words will break this spell that were in.
“I better go before your dad kills me,” he whispers and jams a thumb toward my bedroom door and takes slow, deliberate steps backwards, still staring at me with a huge grin on his face. I watch his eyes bob from my chest to my face several times before he opens the door and slips out.
