Chapter 44
Layla
BELLA
Lil, where the hell did you and Kieran go?
Cindy is wondering if he kidnapped you
oh my fucking god I hope you finally told him how you feel
EEEEKKKKK
by your silence I’m taking that as a yes
I WANT ALL THE DETAILS!!!
Cindy is bouncing up and down like a kid on a sugar high
Asher had to physically drag her away from the house LOL
My heart has fallen in love with Kieran Ashford slowly, before I could even realize what was happening. Every day Kieran showed me who he was, all the layers of his soul bared to me, and with each layer exposed my heart fell and fell and fell.
I just didn’t realize it until I felt like I was stabbed a million times over when he walked away from me in the library.
Nothing has changed.
I’m still sick. I’m still having flare-ups that I haven’t told Kieran about, I’m still waking up in a panic anytime I sleep through my alarms, and I’m still utterly terrified that Kieran will hate the baggage I carry, but if I’ve learned anything from books, it’s that you need to take a leap of faith.
And I’m jumping into his arms.
The moment those words leave my lips, Kieran’s control snaps.
It was already holding on by a thread but with those words, the ones he deserves so much, it detonates. He smashes his lips against mine, and the kiss is anything but sweet.
It’s passionate, full of hunger and a need that’s been bursting at the seams between us.
His hands are on my face, holding me to him as mine explore. I keep my legs wrapped firmly around his waist, never wanting him to walk away again, as my hands slide under his shirt. I savor his groan as I splay them across the hard ridges of his stomach.
Feeling greedy and intoxicated by the sight of him, I grab the hem of his shirt and pull. Thankfully, he helps take the shirt off and yanks it over his head.
“Show me,” I breathe between kisses. “Show me how good it can be, Kieran.”
“Are you sure, Layla?” he asks.
“Yes, and that’s the last time you’ll ask me that. Now hurry up and show me how good it can be.” I’m all but squirming as I beg, “Please, Kieran, I don’t want to wait for you any longer.”
Like a rubber band being snapped, Kieran lunges forward, kissing me so hard and passionately I gasp into his mouth, whimpering as he pushes my legs further apart.
His hands are fumbling around my corset, trying to untie the ribbons from the back before he growls in frustration and rips his mouth from mine.
“Fuck it.”
In one fluid motion, Kieran grabs the small booty shorts I’m wearing and pulls, ripping them clean off my body before he drops to his knees and places his mouth on me.
Falling back onto the table with a thud, I brace each foot on his shoulders, digging my hands into his hair and pulling him closer to my core as he devours me.
It was good last time—fantastic—but with the pent-up energy that’s been brewing between us for weeks, this is perfection.
“More,” I pant, feeling that telltale high looming. “More!”
Kieran does the opposite. Instead, he pulls back and leans over me, his hands shaking as he fumbles with the button on his jeans.
Scrambling upwards, I smack his hand away, giddy to do this for him.
Once the button pops and the fly is pulled down, Kieran is standing before me, panting, his abs slicked with sweat and on full display.
I take a moment to appreciate the view before sliding my nails into the waistband of his boxers and tugging them off until he springs free.
I can’t help myself, I gasp.
The tip of him is purple, dripping precum, and he’s pulsing.
Reaching up, I trail a finger from the bottom all the way to the top, savoring the sound he makes as his hand slaps out, holding the wall to steady himself as he hisses, his long thick length pulsing against me.
My mouth is watering when I look up and find his hooded gaze on me.
“Keep looking like you want to devour my cock and I’m not going to be able to stop myself from coming.”
Arching a brow, I fist him and squeeze. His head drops back with a groan.
“You close to coming, Ashford?”
“When your hands are on me, sunshine? Always.”
Giving him another squeeze before slowly stroking him, I eat up every second I spend here, Kieran regarding me like I’m a goddess. I’ve never felt sexier than I do in this moment.
Reaching forward, he captures my jaw, mere inches from his swelling length.
“If you don’t wrap your pretty lips around me, I’m going to have to lay you down and fuck you instead.”
Wetness pools between my legs and I ache to squeeze my thighs together.
My core pulses again as he demands, “Lie down, sunshine.”
Doing as he says is like breathing—my body moves at his command.
Kieran fists his length and strokes it, moaning as he looks down at my center to see how wet I am. He rubs the tip of his cock along my entrance, making my hips buck.
“You want me?” he asks gutturally as screams ring out somewhere in the house. It shouldn’t, but the sound of everyone’s terror closing in around us has a tingle racing down my spine.
“Yes!”
Kieran shoves his hand in his pocket and pulls out a condom and I don’t care how I sound when I beg, “No, please, please, I’m on the pill. I want to feel you, Kieran. I want to feel all of you.”
If I thought his eyes were dilated before that was nothing compared to the inky black pools they become now. Throwing his wallet to the ground, Kieran hovers above me, placing a hand on either side of my head.
“You want me inside you bare?”
Nodding, because I don’t trust myself not to outright plead right now, I bite my lip. Kieran leans forward and licks it, forcing me to let go.
One of his hands disappears but I know where it goes a second later as he lines himself up, his eyes never leaving mine. “Are you ready, sunshine?” he asks.
Still not trusting myself to speak, I wrap my arms around his neck and slide a hand onto his cheek, nodding emphatically. Kieran captures my lips at the same moment he slides inside me slowly.
The books were right.
At first, it hurts. It burns as he stretches me, my body having to accommodate his thick length, but as he holds himself inside me, not moving, kissing me through it, I slowly relax.
My hips move of their own accord and that’s all Kieran was waiting for.
Pulling out, he leaves the tip in before thrusting forward, making us both groan. The sensation—my god, the sensation of him moving inside me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
Clinging to him harder, I meet him thrust for thrust, our kiss turning frenzied as his hips pick up the pace. His free hand snakes between us, finding my clit.
“Kieran!”
“That’s it, baby, scream my name.”
The moment his gravelly voice fills the space, my core clenches. We both feel it, him so more because he drops his head to the crook of my neck and starts cursing like a sailor, cutting it off with a gentle bite.
An electric current zips down my spine as we both pick up the pace, both of us chasing a high that only he can give me.
“My fucking god, Layla, you were made for me.”
“Don’t stop,” I pant.
“I wouldn’t fucking dream of ever stopping.” Kieran keeps up his relentless pace, adding the swipe of his thumb along my clit, and the combination of it makes me frenzied with need.
Fisting his hair, I pull him down to me, moaning into his mouth as he grunts, his hips slapping against mine.
“Someone’s going to find us if you keep screaming.”
My core spasms.
“You want that though, don’t you, baby? You want someone to open the door and see me bent over fucking you into oblivion. You want them to hear your little whimpers and moans as I fuck you.”
“Oh god, Kieran,” I pant, the desk screeching beneath me.
He uses a free hand to rip the corset down, just enough to make my breast spill free. The air that rushes for my pebbled nipples is so electric my back arches, begging for him. He willingly complies, lowering his head and taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking—hard.
I scream so loud my voice cracks.
“You’re begging to be caught.”
Kieran takes his thumb off my clit and I’m about to protest but the wicked glint in his eyes makes me pause. Smirking down at me Kieran keeps up his thrust as he drawls, “Be a good girl and scream my name while you come around my cock.”
He then sucks a nipple into his mouth again right as he brings his fingers back to my clit and pinches. Fireworks explode behind my eyes and I do just as he demanded of me. I scream his name as I come.
“Kieran!”
He goes still above me as my core pulses around his cock, his body tensing as he captures my lips, groaning so deep and long into my mouth I know he’s coming. It’s only confirmed by the liquid heat that enters me.
“Layla,” he moans against my lips, and it’s music to my ears.
I’m not sure how long we stay like that for, Kieran kissing me slowly and whispering my name as if he can’t imagine that this is reality, but it feels like eternity. Yet I know it couldn’t be longer than ten minutes before he starts to slowly pull out of me.
It leaves me feeling hollow and empty, making me want to beg him to come back.
But as he looks down at me, I can’t help but smile. “That was…”
“Everything,” he whispers.