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“Deal.” She pressed her lips to mine and smiled into the kiss. “Now take my picture.”
She sat on my shirt without needing my instruction and leaned back on one hand. Spreading her legs wide, she reached down and spread her lower lips, showing me everything. “Is there enough of your come? Or do you need to add more?”
The question was asked so innocently, yet when I looked up from her beautiful pussy, her eyes gave her away. The little tease. I settled between her legs on my knees and gripped my dick. Stroking my length in hard, long strokes, I slowly jacked off over Layla’s naked body. I watched her pussy flush and her nipples pebble before I saw her eyes had taken on that half-lidded lust haze.
“You just stay there and rest, sweetheart.” I flashed her a wicked grin when she shot me a disbelieving look. “I’ve got this.”
She whimpered. “I love your cock, Jones. I don’t want you to waste it not inside me.”
I grabbed my phone and opened the camera. While I desperately wanted a shot of her face as she begged me, I made sure that no one else would be able to recognize who the perfect pussy belonged to. Only Mack, Xavier, and I would. I closed the phone and tossed it aside. “You love my cock, huh?”
She’d absently begun circling her clit with her fingertips. “Yes. So much. I’m not too sore. I want you, Jones.”
I loved the sound of her begging so much. “Your pussy needs a break, Firecracker… Your ass doesn’t.”
Without missing a beat, Layla rolled onto her hands and knees and arched her back to give me her ass. “Promise me we’ll never talk about the time I let you take my ass on a bathroom floor.”
“Fuck no, Firecracker.” I leaned down and spit against her puckered skin, drawing a moan from her at the dirty action. “This shit is what Mack, X, and I are going to talk about when you’ve got your period and need a break or any other time we can’t get our hands on you.”
She let her head drop and gasped when I scooped my come out of her pussy and rubbed it into her ass. Pressing my finger in, I stroked my hand over my back, distracting her from any discomfort.
“Why would you talk about this? Talk about a time we had sex on the bus.” She tossed her hair out of the way as she looked over her shoulder at me. “I’m still a lady!”
I watched her face as I pushed another finger into her ass. I loved the way her nose scrunched with each new stretch. “Of course, you’re a fucking lady. This, though? Layla… I’m seconds from fucking your ass on a dirty bathroom floor and it’s that dirtiness next to how fucking sweet you are that gets us hard. You have the face of an angel, but you want to fuck like the devil, baby. There’s nothing sexier. So, yeah, I’m going to sit down with Mack and Xavier and I’m going to make them painfully jealous when I tell them about this.
“Now rub your clit for me because I can’t wait anymore. Relax your ass like a good girl, and take my dick.” As I sank my dick into her ass, I listened to her grunts and moaned her name. “Good fucking girl, Layla.”
She groaned out my name and proceeded to show me yet again just how perfect she was for us.
29
Layla
Inearlyfelloutof the bathroom in my hurry to step into my skirt. “Shit. Stupid skirt. Come on, Layla. One leg at a time. Just like every other idiot in the world.”
I was disoriented. After Jones and I had exhausted ourselves the night before, I’d panicked and worked through the rest of the night to break down the stage. Jones helped, but we didn’t get finished until the sun was coming up. The driver was already waiting on us when we exited the arena and the moment we set foot on board the bus, we were moving. I’d sat on my bunk to grab my toothbrush and had apparently passed out. Then, I’d proceeded to sleep through most of the day.
I woke up to a text from Xavier letting me know that they’d stopped for dinner and they were inside a roadside diner eating. He’d invited me to join them and I was starving so I desperately wanted to, but in my rush to shower and brush my teeth, I felt like I was moving slower than ever. I wasn’t sure I’d ever moved so slowly. I was sore from my activities with Jones, but also from working on the stage. I wasn’t coordinated in any way at all after the night before.
Halfway into my shirt, with my arms in the air, I heard movement at the front of the bus. I’d left the bathroom to finish dressing so I spun away from whoever was coming inside, just in case it wasn’t one of the guys.
“No, ma’am. I would never.” Mack’s voice calmed my nerves and before I could panic that he’d brought someone onto the bus, I turned and saw he was on the phone. The panic came back when I saw him watching me with a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. “That life is behind us, it seems.”
I finished pulling my shirt on and inched closer. I didn’t trust that smile.
“You helped raise a wild child, ma’am. I hear she comes by it naturally, though.” Mack winked at me and sat down on a couch like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Does she talk about us a lot? I wouldn’t normally ask such a pitiful question, but she’s been ignoring me for weeks. Just call me needy.”
My eyes widened and I shook my head. He wasnottalking to Grandma. I closed the distance between us a lot faster and whispered down at him. “Is that my grandma? It’d better not be my grandma, Mack.”
“No, ma’am, I wouldn’t lie about something like that. My poor feelings are crushed. Rockstars feel things, too, you know?” He laughed at whatever Grandma said back to him. “Thank you. I’d appreciate that. I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”
I held out my hand for his phone, hoping he’d just cooperate and give it to me. Of course, he didn’t.
Mack blushed and stammered, shocked by Grandma’s response. “I… Well… Wow.”
I could only imagine what Grandma had said to embarrass him and everything I imagined left me blushing just as furiously. I leaned forward and desperately tried to take the phone from him, sure that I needed to get it from him if I was ever going to be able to look him in the eyes again. He grabbed my hand and tugged me forward so I fell into his lap. I grunted and then froze with my hands on his chest and my ass over his lap. The feeling of his warmth under me short circuited my brain.
Mack tapped a button on his phone and Grandma’s voice filled the room suddenly. “I can’t wait to tell Brenda that I made a rockstar blush! She’s always bragging about Victor Frank like I should give a damn. It’s not all that impressive to make a bag of bones like that blush.”
