Chapter 6
SIX
Layla
I drift in and out of a floating nap-slumber, the sound of Jack in the shower coming to me as if out of my own imagination. I’m half in this world and half in the dream-world, because I honestly can’t believe what just happened is real.
Did he really just call me a filthy slut?
God, yes he did. And it was so hot. I’m gone for him. So, so gone. I know I’m not thinking straight, but right now I don’t care.
I’m in his bed, wrapped in sheets that smell like him, and suddenly I’m not tired. I’m hot and wet between my legs. A low throb starts again as I think of Jack’s cock, the way he kissed me, pinched and smacked my nipple, igniting something deep down that can never be put away again.
Shivers roll through me as I close my eyes and think of the feel of his fingers, the dirty words from his lips. Then, just as quickly, I think of Carter.
And of Arianna.
Could what I have with Jack leave me without my brother and my best friend? Is there a way through this that won’t leave a dumpster fire of damage to the other two relationships that mean everything to me?
Being impulsive has never been my way. Since I was little, my mother controlled nearly everything in my life. Then, when she decided it was her turn to be wild and free, Carter took over that role. Today I threw everything I knew into the wind and I feel more settled than ever before, and at the same time I feel adrift, like I have no idea what’s happening in my life.
I’m stuck between the three people I love. Choosing the one I want may mean losing the others, but choosing two, my brother and Arianna, means I won’t have Jack. And that thought leaves me cold and more lost than I’ve ever felt in my life.
The sound of the water shutting off brings me back to the moment. Jack comes out, toweling his body, and I nearly double over when I take a long look at the hard protrusion leading the way. I want more of him. What he gave me will never be enough, it’s only fueled the forbidden fire and I am powerless to put it out.
He tosses the towel back into the open door of the steamy bathroom, then steps toward the bed, grabbing the sheets and yanking them clean away. His eyes graze over me, a low growl vibrating in his throat as I watch his brow draw tight as little drops of shimmering liquid seep from the tip of his erection.
Jack licks his lips as I turn onto my back, gazing up. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve beat off thinking about you?”
I shake my head, looking at the way his jaw muscle moves under the skin, the way his nostrils flare like a beast ready to strike. “How many?”
“I’ll show you.” He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a leather-bound sort of journal-looking book. “I wasn’t joking when I said I kept track.”
He hands it my way as I shiver, my nipples drawing so tight it hurts. The world feels like it’s moving, like I’m in a ship in rough seas, swaying and trying to focus on a point on the horizon to keep from losing my way in the storm
“Read some.” He leans down, his lips on my ear. “I want you to know what you’ve done to me. You’ve wrecked me, Layla. Now, it’s my turn to wreck you.”
I open the book to a random page as Jack’s heated breath moves down my chest. “How many of these do you have?” I flip to the back seeing all the pages full, looking wide-eyed at the obsessed father of my best friend. I see the black ink on the thick creamy paper and try to focus as my skin prickles and tingles, shivering as he runs the scruff of his chin down my soft belly.
“Not sure. Probably twenty, thirty? All full, except the last one, I’m still filling it up…”
I whimper into the ceiling as he moves his massive body so he’s laying face down between my legs.
“Read,” he orders, his eyes tense and hungry, voice flat and commanding. “I’m going to taste heaven while you read my sick fantasies back to me.”
“God…”
I press my head back into the pillow, the book in front of my face, wondering how I’m going to be able to read if he’s about to do what I think he’s going to do.
“God has nothing to do with this pussy. This is the devil’s work. I’d sell my soul to know I’ve made you happy, Layla.”
I moan as he shoves his face into my pussy, practically roaring as his tongue enters me in one hard push.
Trying to focus is hard, the words seeming blurry on the page, but I want to do as I’m told, I want to know what he’s been fantasizing about me for all these years.
“Fuck, today I know hell is my destination,” I read. “Hell is my home. I can’t have the only girl in the world that’s ever made me feel this. I’m filthy for her. I want to cradle her against my chest and at the same time, fuck her so sore every goddamn day she can barely walk. Speaking of barely, she’s barely fucking legal. She’s wrecking me. Fucking wrecking me. But that doesn’t matter, I can’t stop…it’s one hundred and fourteen times now I’ve jerked off thinking of only her…twenty days since I met the girl of my dreams. The girl I can never have. My best friend’s sister.”
The tip of his tongue connects with my clit and words are no longer possible as a quivering whimper falls from my lips. He lifts my ass in each of his hands, crushing my body to his eager mouth, growling into my spread pussy, the sound reverberating deep into my center.
“Keep reading,” he snarls, and I look down to see my shimmering wetness on his lips and chin.
His mouth returns, splitting me with his tongue before focusing again on my clit. My feet leave the bed and I bow my back, driving myself harder against the magic of his mouth while at the same time trying to focus on the words.
I gather all my strength and keep reading. “Today was the worst of the worst. I was in my fucking office, looking at pictures of her on my phone. Wonder if she has any idea that I’ve taken so many of her? That I beat off to these fantasies while looking at her sweet smiling face on my phone? She’s goddamn napalm to me. I was sitting trying to talk myself down but I knew it was impossible. I can’t even fucking do my job anymore because all I do is think of her, then beat off thinking of her, then growl and punch the wall thinking of her. Today, I imagined us in the park. Not any specific park, just a fucking park. I was pushing her on a swing. She had on this little yellow skirt and white shirt and I could see her nipples harden as I pressed my hands to her ass, pushing her higher and higher, listening to her squeal with del—iii—ight—”
My voice shakes, taking on a new pitch as Jack feasts between my legs, lapping and grunting as I feel the warm juices making sloppy sounds.
“Keep going,” he seethes, hot breath hitting my sensitive feminine flesh.
“I ca—can’t!”
The flat of his tongue takes a long, slow lick, making me gasp before he comes up for air. “It gets better, little Prima.”
With shaking breath, I force myself to keep reading. “I—I tell her in my fantasy it’s time to take another sort of ride—and she smiles and kicks her bare little feet in excitement. When the swing finally slows, I move around to watch her from the front, her dark h—h—hair flying back and forth with the breeze. I grab the chains on the swing, bringing her to a stop. I can’t wait any longer and I reach down to free my hard length from the zipper of my pants and step forward. ‘Time to suck, baby. Daddy’s got a surprise for you if you do a good job.’, ‘I like your surprises, Daddy. Especially the creamy ones.’ ‘Then do your best. I’ll be sure to fill your slutty little m—mouth with all I have.’”
I squeeze my eyes shut on a yelp as Jack’s teeth rake against my clit. A drumbeat starts in my core. Something primal and rebellious grows inside me as I read and lay there, spread open for my dad’s best friend, my best friend’s father…so many things are wrong with what we are doing but there’s no denying how right it feels.
Without missing a beat, one of his hands comes up to point at the book, urging me to keep going.
“I don’t think I can! I’m—I’m…God, Jack…”
He doesn’t stop but points again, and I do my best to comply as his tongue dives deep, toying with my entrance.
“Fuck, her mouth is everything. She’s wrecking me, fucking wrecking me as she sits there on the swing, her mouth the p—perfect h—height to kiss the bead of cum slipping from the slit of my dick, moaning like it’s the sweetest candy she’s ever tasted. I look down, watching her lick around, lap and suck, cupping my balls, looking up at me like I’m the last human on the planet. The only man her mouth will ever taste. The only man she will ever kiss or kiss her. She pulls the pleasure from me like a salve as I buck my hips forward, shoving all of me between her sweet lips. ‘Look at me, little one.’ I order and her dark lashes flutter, her eye—eye—eyes pin to mine as tears start to roll down her cheeks, hollow with her effort. ‘I’m close, but don’t swallow. I want to see my load on that little tongue of yours first. You’re going to look so pretty holding my cum in your mouth.’”
My free hand drifts to grip Jack’s hair as I heave air in and out of my lungs.
“You taste better than any of my fantasies. Your pussy is prettier than any flower, tastier than any candy.” He pauses for only a moment before slipping one hand up my body and grabbing my breast. “Finish the story, baby. Be a good girl for me.”
Oh God, I can’t. I can’t go on. I shake my head but force my eyes to the page, the words swimming as my crescendo builds.
“Her eyes are on me,” I say quickly, trying to get through it, “as I gag her with my dick, fucking her face as she winks and chokes, gurgling against the force of my thrusts. Then swallows, tightening her throat around the tip and grabbing my ass with both hands, driving me balls to chin deep and I’m done. I draw back, the first spurt hitting her thro—oh, God—throat, then the rest, nearly blinding me as I fill her mouth, my balls nearly disappearing inside my body. I’m standing there, looking down at my little Prima in her yellow dress, pulling my soaked cock from her mouth as she smiles and sticks out her tongue, showing me the hot release she’s holding for me. Fuck, that smile framing the come on her tongue is all I can take.
The fantasy held while I shot my load into the trash can under my desk, hoping no one in the outside office could hear me roar her name…”
I can’t take anymore, Jack’s words on the page, the way his tongue has me shaking from head to toe.
“I need you, Prima,” he growls into my pussy. “I fucking need you.”
That’s all I can handle. It’s all too intense and I explode, tearing at his hair, dropping the book to the side and I think my head is about to go all Linda Blair because he is exorcising demons from me, I swear to God. I buck and twist but he’s steadfast, lapping and sucking everything my body offers, bellowing and grunting like an animal in the rut. When I finally start to come down, the room is spinning and Jack’s rough beard traces up my body until he clamps his mouth to mine.
I moan into his rough kiss, tasting my savory arousal and wrapping my legs around him, trying to pull him into me.
“I need you too. All of you,” I manage on a whimper. I love him. I want to scream it to the world and to hell with who doesn’t approve.
“You have me. You’ve had me for a long time. I’ll be here, always.” Jack shifts backward, inching off the bed to stand, and I feel like I’m imploding.
“No, I need you. I’m going to die…” I’m begging now and I don’t care. “Please, fuck me, Daddy. I need you…”
I scramble to follow him. I’m still spinny and lightheaded from the orgasm but I want more. I want it all and I want it now, like a toddler in the candy aisle.
He’s given me so much already and not taken any pleasure for himself. Not unless you count how he humped my ass cheeks and coated my back with his cum. But, that wasn’t me giving something to him, I want to give to him like he’s done for me.
I hop up and off the bed, running my hands down the hard width of his chest and I open my mouth to tell him I want to please him, but stars are already dancing in my eyes and the world goes fuzzy.
“Layla?” I hear his voice but it’s far away, muffled, and my vision tunnels. “Layla!”
It’s the last thing I hear before blackness takes me.