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Maybe we didn’t break her five years ago. It was a real worry we both had, but I should have known Tyler would buoy her. The way Layla lost her shit at Mav says so much. There’s a burning fire inside of her, and the reality is that with so much sadness and hate, there’s a thin line from that to love.
Washing my body in a cherry-scented body wash, I think of Layla’s pouty pink lips and light-blue eyes. They tend to change color when she’s angry, which happens really often with Mav and I.
As my hand rubs my cock under the guise of cleaning it, I drop my head back with a grunt. I can still remember how perky and sweet her tits were five years ago, how tight her cunt was as Mav and I worked her over.
We pulled off all of Layla’s clothes, kissing and nipping at her body. Mav whispered in her ear about how amazing her pussy must taste, how beautiful she’ll look when she comes. My thick fingers were deep in her tight channel as Mav stole all of her beautiful sounds that night. Layla was so flushed and perfect.
And then… she begged for us to fuck her, and I remembered why we haven’t. I remembered why she’s strangling my fingers, and that they were the first to ever be inside of her.
We. Were. Unworthy.
My hand strokes my cock with a quiet desperation, tears beginning to leak from my eyes. The shower washes them away, but I can’t pretend they don’t exist. We dropped that gorgeous girl on the couch and barricaded ourselves in the room as it was the only way to keep from going to her.
We were feral for her, so Mav and I fell on each other like wild beasts instead.
My balls start to draw up, a tingling sensation rolling up my spine. I’m so close, it’s insane how just thinking about that fucked up night makes me explode.
I wonder if Layla is sleeping or getting fucked by Tyler and Draven. I bet she’d look so beautiful swallowing Draven’s pierced cock while Tyler made her come on his dick.
Shuddering, I brace my arm against the tiled wall in this tiny shower, as I imagine the sounds she’d make. They would be so much better than the tiny mewls she gifted Mav and I, even as undeserving as we were…
Groaning, ropes of cum explode out of me, hitting the wall before being washed away as if they never happened. Breathing hard, I feel ashamed for thinking of her like that. I’ll never get to experience her pleasure, not unless I earn her forgiveness.
Staring unseeingly as I think about every interaction I’ve had with Layla Campbell. I don’t hate her, I never have. I love her.
Holy fuck. We spent weeks alone on the road with her, performing, going out to eat, curled up watching movies in that stupid bed on the bus. It makes complete sense that Layla would want more with us.
Mav and I kept trying to figure out how she would fit with us, but it always kept coming back to our hang ups about her age.
Sighing as I turn off the water to towel dry off, I face the weight of my decisions. Something’s gotta give. All of the little things that I thought bothered me about Layla and her quirks are because I’m stupid.
I scoff at myself as I roughly run the towel over my body.
I want to be the one who brings her food, the simp she turns to when she needs something. Could she do it all herself? Probably. However, the pace we all work at is insane, and the fact that she isn’t willing to mention she needs a break or to eat, because she thinks it’ll make her a burden hurts my heart.
Mav and I made her believe that.
Now we need to fix it.
Pulling on my soft gray sweatpants and long-sleeved shirt, I take a hard look at myself in the mirror.It’s time to do better.No more biting remarks or cutting comments I could just fix myself.
It’s time to do the work to mend what I broke.
Layla Campbell is a grown woman, she shouldn’t have to live with the mistakes I made.
MAV
Hell yes, hello Kansas City. My neck itched the entire drive out of Chicago. Taking a deep breath as I see the sign for the outskirts of the city go by, I roll my neck to release the pressure.
I should have tried sleeping in the bunk, but Atlas has been muttering to himself, finally falling asleep an hour ago.
Guess I’ll just need some really strong fucking coffee to survive today. Thank God our next performance isn’t until tomorrow night and then we’re in Nashville for two days, where I’m assuming there will be some marketing opportunities for the band.
Things have been so crazy, I haven’t logged into my email to check what’s happening next. Tyler is on top of everything though, so I’m sure communication has been made in some way. I just have to stop being lazy and actually check it.
Blowing out a breath, I watch as Layla comes out of the back room. Her hair looks… even wilder than last night. Skin flushed, sated eyes, I’m pretty sure they were fucking. I don’t know how I didn’t hear any of it, unless someone was doing a very good job of using their cock to gag her. Clearing my throat, I find I need to say something now that she’s looking at me.
Ugh, I can’t even adjust my cock against my zipper with her watching me. Unlike Atlas, I didn’t bother changing.
