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Atlas and Mav keep sending me furtive glances as we eat, but I fully intend to ignore them. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone enjoy food the way Layla does.
I wonder if she’ll enjoy wrapping her lips around my cock, and I force myself not to growl at the thought. I have some pretty dark and depraved fantasies surrounding the little chick right now. I wonder if she can handle it.
Twelve
DRAVEN
It’s been a couple of hours since we all returned to our hotel rooms, and I made an excuse a few minutes ago to head to bed early. Switching out my clothes to get comfortable in a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else, I listen to their voices as they slowly retire to their own room.
Layla giggles in her room with Tyler, and I can hear muffled words as they talk. I wonder if they’re talking about their day, or if he’s talking dirty to her. The possibilities are endless. I wish I had more insight into their relationship or at least their sex life.
How innocent is the pretty little chick, and what does it take to make her sing?
A sound makes me sit up. Is that what I think I hear? It’s hard to know from across this huge suite, so I stand, palming my lengthening erection. Biting my lip, I walk slowly across the room. Heel to toe is the best way to keep from the floor creaking.
Slowly opening the door, I wince, grateful for hinges that are well oiled. My cock is so hard, it may as well have its own pulse at this point. Fuck.
“Yes,”Layla pants, making me fist pump in my head. I knew something was happening in her bedroom. My baby chick is so quiet. Please sing a little louder.
Atlas and Mav are right to worry. I am a possessive and obsessive asshole, and want Layla for myself. I don’t mind sharing, but I want to make her moans mine.
Leaning against the wall in front of her and Tyler’s bedroom, I feel confident that they won’t be able to see my shadow either since the room is so dark. Pulling down the waistband of my sweatpants, I quietly spit on the crown of my cock.
“You’re so wet, Little Flower,” Tyler groans. “Come on my face before bed. You deserve it.”
“Ty… oh God, please,” she gasps. Yes, please drench his face in your juices. As I tug at the piercing at the tip of my cock, smearing my pre-cum and spit over it, I wish I could watch her as he eats her out. I bet he knows all of her secret spots.
God, I’ve never been so damn jealous as I listen to her little moans and cries as she gets closer to her release. This isn’t like when I listen to Atlas and Mav and I’m perfectly happy to use it as live porn to fuck my hand. No, I physically ache with the wish to watch.
Layla comes, and I swear I also hear a rush of liquid as she does. Laying my head back quietly in frustration, I close my eyes as I fuck my hand. I’m so damn needy, but I can’t seem to get to my release. My abs contract and release as I fuck my hand, but it does no good.
Instead, I release my dick in disgust, my hands fisting as I listen to Layla and Tyler move around in bed, getting comfortable. Sooner than I’d expect, I hear their breaths even out.
I should go back to bed, or at the very least take a long, cold shower. Unfortunately, I’m not that good of a man.
Easing the door open, I push my sweatpants to the ground. Quietly, I walk into the room, easily able to pick my way through to their bed because of the ambient light outside. Layla is wrapped in Tyler’s arms facing me, the blanket around her waist.
Her breasts are full, her nipples pebbled in the cool air. I doubt it bothers her, though, because I’m sure her boyfriend is pumping out a lot of heat as he curls up behind her. She looks happy and sated, her cheeks still tinged with color from her orgasms.
My tattooed fingers wrap around my cock, my eyes closing to half mast as I watch her breathe. I should feel like a creeper, but I won’t lie to myself as my dick weeps with more of my arousal. Grunting softly, I use it to fuck my hand.
I wonder what she would look like with my cum on her body?
My chest heaves as my cock jerks in my hand, my balls starting to draw up against me. It’s amazing how difficult I was finding it to come earlier, yet just staring at her makes me want to explode after just a stroke or two. My dick curves, practically preening for this blonde-haired chick.
Fuck.I can’t hold back. I wish I wasn’t so fucked up, but I truly am. Bracing on the pillow above her head, I hold my cock at the base as I bring it to her lips. They’re slightly parted, and my eyes roll as her tongue slips out to lick her lips instead. Fuck, her tongue feels incredible. Instead, I hold back a moan as I push the tip of my cock between her lips. I don’t know how she’s sleeping so hard, but I gently rock back and forth, half terrified she’ll wake up.
The rest of me wants to see how far I can take this. Would she wake up when she gagged around my cock?
Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come. Pulling back quickly, I don’t even have to stroke myself again before I’m coming all over my hand and chest. My brain shorts as I shudder, biting my tongue to keep from making a sound.
I’ve already pushed this too far. My luck has to run out at some point. My eyesight tunnels and blackens with the force of my orgasm, and my knees almost buckle. I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard before.
For a second, my harsh breathing is the only sound in the room other than the soft breaths of the people in the bed in front of me.
“Do you think you could maybe wake her up next time so she could enjoy your little performance?” Tyler asks with a yawn.
Oh my God.
