Chapter 13
Layla
I look away quickly, chewing the inside of my cheek while I try to think of anything except how embarrassed I am that I’ve asked him to do something he probably thinks is as disgusting as Steven did. My head pounds with tears behind my eyes, and I want to curl up in my closet and hide.
Russell’s voice is distressed, his body rigid when he lifts himself up on his elbows. “How long have you been awake?”
“Since you kissed me.”
“Kissed you where?”
Maybe there’s some salvaging things. We don’t have to do that . We can do other things, especially since today has been on the lower end of the pain scale.
I finally face Russell, wanting to see his reaction when I arch my back and touch the hollow of my throat. “Here.” I trace the line of kisses he left on my chest and draw the triangle of fabric to the side, exposing my left breast. I touch the tip of my nipple, where I can still feel his tongue. “Then here.”
His eyes are locked on my hand when I cup my breast when he asks, “Why didn’t you stop me? ”
“Because it felt good, Daddy.” I love calling Russell Daddy . I don’t even mind so much that he knocked my teddy bear out of the way.
“Even though…even though I touched you when I thought you were asleep?” He sounds as guilty as I do when I take advantage of him, him having taken advantage of me but in a much different way.
“Yes,” I confess. “I was hoping you would.” I bite my tongue, wondering if I should reveal this next part or keep it to myself. Deciding it would be better to be honest, I tell him, “I liked it when you touched me the first time.”
“What first time?” he asks quickly, his voice pitched higher.
“That day you brought me home from the diner. When you unbuttoned my uniform.” I palm my ribs as he had done.
“Oh fu—” It warms me that he cut off his curse word. “I’m sorry. I tried not to.”
I reach out to palm his cheek, longing to take away his guilt. “I wanted you to keep going.”
“When you rolled over and we almost kissed…you were awake?”
“I thought I was dreaming.”
Russell’s eyes flash. “Did you want me to kiss you?”
“Always.”
“Darlin’,” he says with a moan before climbing up my body, bracing himself on either side of my shoulders. “Always?”
I nod and pull him closer. “Always.” I drop my voice lower, sharing my secret. “Even when I knew it was wrong.”
“Me too.”
We move at the same time, our lips crashing together. A real kiss. The kind that rocks a person to their core. I circle my arms around his neck, wanting the full weight of him on top of me.
“Careful, or I’m going to crush you.”
“Please.” My hips lift off the mattress, and I moan when he grinds his hard length against my center.
“Oh, darlin’.” Russell leans on one elbow to hike my knee up higher. “This is what I’ve wanted—you—for years. Beneath me. Kissing me. Mine.”
“Yes.” I try to kiss him again, but he’s already moving away.
Watching me closely, he pulls down the right strap of my nightgown. “Did it feel good when I kissed you here, too?” He swirls his fingertip around my nipple, which is a little sore, then dips to lick it.
“Mmhmm,” I hum, panting harder with the more of me that he touches.
He groans and snakes a hand down between us, palming my lower belly. “What about here?”
“Y-yes.”
“And here?” He moves his hand lower, twisting his wrist to cup my core. His thumb explores me until he finds the spot that makes my hips writhe and my breath catch.
“Oh god, yes.”
We hold eye contact when he moves down the bed to kiss my belly, then lower, his huge shoulders pushing my legs out wider.
“Is ‘pussy’ a curse word?” He kisses the inside of my thigh, then the other.
“It depends on how it’s used.”
“So if I said, ‘I want you to watch me kiss your pussy until you cum’, would that upset you?”
Want . He wants to kiss me there. My knees tremble. “No.”
Russell sits back on his heels to pull his shirt off over his head, his chest broad and carved, dark chest hair trailing down his torso to his cock. Though his size is intimidating, I want it all the same. I want him . All of him.
“I want you to watch me kiss your little pussy.” Russell tugs on my panties until I bring my legs together so he can pull them off. Then he parts my knees and lays on his front, inhaling my scent deep into his lungs, making my core clench with anticipation. “Watch me while I watch you cumming apart on my tongue.”
I thought I knew what it would feel like to be kissed down there. Maybe it would be uncomfortable. Clinical. Cold. But I was wrong. Russell’s kisses are hot and wet, his tongue firm on my clit, his beard tickling the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and pussy lips. I grip my pillow above my head, my mouth dropped open in pleasure when Russell wraps his arms around my upper thighs to hold my legs open when I try to bring them together, his tongue moving lower to push inside me. I’ve never experienced anything so erotic as when he moans into me, thrusts deeper, then laps at my clit.
“Oh, oh, that’s, oh god.” I can’t form a coherent sentence, my pulse sprinting when my lower abdomen tightens.
When he lifts his chin to take his first full breath, I palm the back of his head, playing with his hair. I relax my legs, wearing a goofy smile, I’m sure. “Thank you, Daddy. That was amazing.”
He turns to kiss the inside of my wrist. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet.”
“You’re not?”
“I’m not stopping until you cum.”
“I did.”
“No, you didn’t.” He gives me a curious expression, then dives back in, his gaze locked on mine while he focuses on my clit.
My abdomen tightens further, heat growing by leaps and bounds the longer he plays with me. I gasp when the pressure gets to be too much, too overwhelming. “I don’t…what is…what?” I throw my arms back, gripping the white spindles of the headboard, my hips aching when I flex my thighs around Russell’s shoulders.
“Now you’re getting close, aren’t you, darlin’?”
“Close to…to what? I don’t…Russell!” My stomach caves in, and I whimper when the heat in my belly multiplies, then pulses out in waves, leaving me high on ecstasy.
“Yes, darlin’, yes,” he moans, licking me up and down until my legs and arms go limp. Then he rocks against me a few times when he moves up my body with a guttural groan. He smells like me when he covers my body and kisses the corner of my lips.
I loop my arms around him, a few tears sliding down my temples, but not from pain. Not so much from pleasure, either, but something more . Something beautiful passing between us. Something I never want to go another day without.
Russell .
When I can finally breathe again, though shallowly with his weight on my chest—which I do not mind whatsoever—I tell him, “I think that was, like, five orgasms rolled into one.” I even giggle a little before a yawn steals my next breath.
* * *
Russell
I smile at her giggle, though my blood cools rapidly. “I think I’ve learned more about you in the last week than I have in the last three years.” And I already knew a lot, having stalked her most of that time.
She laughs, reaching up to play with the hair on the nape of my neck. “Oh yeah? What else have you learned, Daddy?”
Though I don’t like thinking of her in bed with Steven, I say, “You’ve never had an orgasm before.”
Her smile turns down. “Yes, I have.”
“No, darlin’, you haven’t. Not if you think that was more than the one I gave you.” It’s pretty awful of me to be smug at the idea that I’m the first to give her an orgasm, which I most definitely am.
“But…” She tilts her head to the side and doesn’t sound as sure when she says, “I had at least two.”
I roll us over onto our sides when she yawns again, gathering her closer with my arms wrapped around her, her head tucked under my chin. “I know I made you feel good at the start, but no, you only had one.” I kiss her forehead. “And it won’t be the last, I can promise you that.”
“Now?” She sounds so hopeful, even when she yawns again.
I hate to disappoint her, but she needs something else more than another orgasm. “Soon, darlin’. But for now, you need your sleep.”
She snuggles closer. “But what about you?”
I pretend to yawn, which turns into a real one since I could certainly use some sleep, too.
In a small voice, she asks, “Don’t you want me to make you feel good, too? ”
I clear my throat. “You, uh, already did.”
“That was hours ago.”
I sigh. “No, I came a few minutes ago.”
“Where?”
I don’t answer, fearing she may be upset since she wasn’t wearing panties this time around.
Layla fights my hold to roll onto her back, sitting up on one elbow while she spreads her legs, finding the cum I left between her pussy lips, though I hadn’t pushed any inside her. She swipes two fingers through it and holds it up to the light, which is strangely erotic.
My spent cock thickens, and as if she has a sixth sense for these things, her eyes dart to it. “Do you think any of it got inside me?”
I wish , but…“No.”
Her mouth twists, and her eyes drop back to my cock, which I still haven’t tucked away in my sweatpants. “Are you able to cum again so soon?”
I chuckle. “For you, yes. Why? Wait, no, you need your sleep.” I motion for her to lay back down, wanting her in my arms.
Her eyes are wide, staring at me without blinking when she asks, “Can we spoon? At least until I fall asleep?”
“Yeah.” Heck effin’ yes , is what I mean.
Layla rolls over onto her side, scooting back into me before I can move toward her. I drag the comforter up over the both of us, then wrap my arm around her bare belly, pleased that she didn’t pull her nightgown down. I’m even more pleased when she wiggles back another inch, my bare cock rubbing against her naked bottom.
“Goodnight, Daddy. ”
I readjust so that my length is pressed between her cheeks, though I don’t plan on doing anything other than resting beside her so I don’t disturb her sleep again. “Goodnight, darlin’. Sleep tight.”