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I try to think of how to respond, to pretend it’s no big deal when it is a huge deal to me and getting bigger by the second.
The decent thing to do would be to apologize and go jump out that bathroom window before I do something stupid.
But then Lyla pulls her dress sleeves down her arms. When she lets go, it puddles on the floor around her feet, leaving her standing before me in nothing but her white lace panties that match her bra. The bra itself is hanging on, the straps lowering down her arms but not completely off yet.
“Touch me,” she says quietly as she covers my hand on her chest with hers. “Please.”
“That’s a bad idea,” I tell her honestly, my voice several octaves deeper. “If I start, I may not be able to stop. It’s been so long…”
“Then don’t stop.”
“I should go. This isn’t why I stayed,” I reply but can’t make my hand move away from her.
“I know, but it’s why I wanted you to stay.”
“You…you were having a bad night. You got hurt,” I remind her.
“I’m not that hurt. It’s just a few scratches.”
“Lyla…”
“I want to feel wanted. Just for tonight.” Her hand pushes mine down lower, inside one of her loose bra cups. I fill my entire hand with her heavy breast, and goddamn, there’s still more of it.
I’ve always been a tit man. When I used to enjoy watching porn, a nice pair of bouncing breasts was all it took to get myself off. I stopped watching that shit a long time ago because it felt empty, made me feel hollow.
This – holding, squeezing one of Lyla’s breasts in my palm,making her gasp loud enough for me to hear it – is everything. Every cell of my body feels alive again. I want to touch and taste every inch of her.
The fact that she’s the last person I should be with tonight for so many reasons doesn’t seem to matter. If anything, the forbidden aspect only makes me want her even more.
It’s not even about her sister, whose name I can’t recall right now. I’m just desperate for Lyla.
She said she wants me too. So, I’ll give her that night to remember she asked for and maybe find a little part of my old self in the process.
CHAPTER TEN
Lyla
I’m afraid to move. If I breathe too loudly, I fear that Barrett may stop touching me and leave.
If he leaves now, I think I would cry.
But I don’t want my first time to be standing in a hallway. I believe what he said, about how once he starts, he won’t be able to stop. I don’t want him to. I just want to lie down on a soft surface before my trembling knees give out.
I know we shouldn’t. I do. But the forbidden aspect of it has me so turned on I’m burning up inside.
That’s why I cave and ask, “Should we…do you want to go to my room?”
As if those were the magic words, Barrett snaps. He jerks my bra down to get both of his greedy hands on my breasts, squeezing them hard while rubbing himself against my backside through his jeans. His mouth attacks my neck, kissing, licking, biting, sucking. It’s likehe’s in a frenzy, and I love it. Everything he does feels so good and sends a jolt of surprise through me. I’m tingling all over, throbbing between my legs.
Eventually, Barrett spins me around, which is both scary and exciting. I’m scared the magic will stop when we’re face-to-face, that he won’t be as horny as he seemed to be from behind me. But at least I finally get to put my hands on his hard body now. His shoulders are still slick from the baby oil when I grab them. And all I can think about is wanting to take his pants off and rub some oil on that long, hard part of his body I first felt in the bathroom. I thought I was mistaken until the second time it happened…
Cupping either side of my face, Barrett tilts it up so I’m forced to meet his gaze. “Lyla, are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes.”
My answer is instantly rewarded with his mouth crashing down on mine. It’s a ferocious first kiss that would’ve made me stumble backward if Barrett’s arms didn’t wrap around me so tightly. The fronts of our bodies press together for the first time, his hard, hairy chest against my own soft one. It’s new and different but comforting all at the same time, like being wrapped up in my favorite cozy blanket in front of a fire. Every inch of my skin is overheating, yet I still want more of his warmth against me.
Barrett’s hands go down the back of my panties, squeezing my cheeks, and he groans into our kiss as if it’s the best ass he’s ever touched. Without warning, he easily hefts me up his body and carries me to my bedroom like I’m some petite pixie girl when in reality, I’m thicker than most.
