Chapter 11
Case
Twins if our parents hadn’t walked in, I would’ve fucked her on every surface of that house.
There’s no doubt about it. Taking out my phone, I call over to Collette and make my appointment. Once I’m done I shoot Lyla a text.
Me:
Avoiding me much?
Doll:
Is it that noticeable?
Me:
Ouch, Doll. You wound me.
Doll:
LOL I’m sorry. I actually thought you were avoiding me. You haven’t been back since that night.
Me:
It’s hard being in the same house as my father, amongst other things.
Doll:
What do you mean? Do you not like my mother?
Me:
No, no that’s not what I meant.
Me:
Do you have dinner plans tonight?
Doll:
I can’t, I have to work.
Me:
I thought you didn’t work.
Doll:
School work.
Hmm, why do I get the feeling that she is lying to me? My phone vibrates again and I see a text pop up from my brother. Opening it I read it and take a deep breath.
Crew:
Yo bro, you home or at the dorms?
Me:
Dorms.
Crew:
I need some advice. I’m coming over.
Me:
See you soon.
Why is it that any time my brothers need something, I’m the one they run to? Going back to Lyla, I shoot her another text before my brother arrives.
Me:
Are you sure you don’t want to eat? I’ll cook.
Doll:
I can’t tonight.
Me:
Can’t or don’t want to?
Doll:
Case…
Have I had it wrong all along? Maybe she’s not into me–maybe this is just a crush because of hockey. That thought alone pisses me off. Chucking my phone next to me on the couch, there’s a knock at my door then it opens and Crew steps in.
“Yo, what’s up?” I ask and he takes a deep breath, coming to sit next to me on the couch.
“I fucked up,” he tells me and I shake my head.
“What did you do now?” I ask, standing from the couch and walking into my small kitchenette to grab us both a drink. Opening the fridge I grab two beers, handing him one. I twist off the top and bring the bottle to my mouth, taking a sip while waiting for my brother to explain himself.
“I fucked Scarlett,” he says, bringing the bottle to his lips and downing it in one shot.
“Scarlett who?” I ask, raising a brow and he looks down then back up at me and my eyes widen. “No-no way. Scarlett Graves as in Coach Graves’ wife?” I ask, completely stunned. That is not what I thought was going to come out of his mouth.
“Yeah, bro and the worst part is… I think I’m in love with her.” he says and I shake my head.
“No man. No you are not in love with our coach’s wife. How the fuck? Ya know what? I don’t even want to know. You know this can ruin your career right?” I ask, trying to keep my tone neutral but fuck! This can ruin everything he’s worked so hard for.
“I know. I’m fucked. I just needed to tell someone and you and Cruz are the only two people in this world, I trust.” he says and I nod.
“So it’s a one and done right?” I ask and he nods again, walking to the fridge and grabbing another beer.
“It has to be, it doesn’t matter how I feel. It will never work right?” He asks, his tone unsure of the words that he just spewed. It’s like he’s talking himself off the ledge, when all he wants is to jump off it–head first. I walk towards him and place my hands on his shoulders.
“Crew, I’ll never tell you what to do or who to love but this—it’s dangerous territory.
If she is who you want and she feels the same way about you.
Then do it correctly. She needs to leave the Coach and be fully divorced before being seen with you.
This shit can never get out.” I tell him and his eyes snap to mine with so much hope.
“She’s worth it man.” he says and I sigh.
He’s like a love sick puppy for this woman.
Don’t get me wrong. Scarlett Graves is smoking hot.
Not as hot as Lyla but she’s definitely up there—If you’re into women over forty.
“Hey thanks bro. I gotta meet Cruz and the others. You coming tonight?” he asks but I shake my head.
“Na, I got plans. I’ll see you tomorrow at practice,” I tell him and he nods, smacking my shoulder and leaving the same way he came in. Grabbing my phone I check the time, then get ready for tonight.
Entering the house, I sit at the bar and wait for Collette to let me know Mercedes is ready for me.
“Mr. Knight—Room 206 is ready for you,” Colette purrs in my ear from behind me.
I reach into my pocket and hand her my credit card, while Lexi places my drink on the bar for me.
Stepping away with my double bourbon in hand, I walk through the foyer and down the hall.
I find my room with ease and open the door.
Notes of fresh flowers and honey hit my senses making me groan and automatically think of Lyla.
Shutting the door behind me, I walk in and see Mercedes laying on the bed, mask in place, completely naked and her legs spread. Next to her is an array of objects and I lick my lips thinking about exactly what I’m going to do to her.
“Close your eyes,” I whisper, taking a sip of my drink as I pick up the blind fold and place it over her thin mask.
I run my fingers down her throat and over her breast, flicking her nipple.
Reaching into the glass I scoop out a cube of ice and rub it over her hardened peaks.
Her body shivers at my touch, as I continue to drag the cube down her stomach and right between her thighs.
I bend down and lick up the trail of liquid as I use the melting cube and graze it over her clit.
She moans, arching her back. I continue to rub the melting ice, gliding it over her pussy and spreading her lips, inserting it into her core.
She jolts as I sink a finger inside her feeling the ice melt the further I push it into her.
Taking another sip of the amber liquid, I remove my finger making her whimper.
I move over to her head, grasp her cheeks forcing her mouth to open and dribble the bourbon from my mouth into hers.
She swallows, then moans and I take a step back.
Placing the glass down on the nightstand, I pick up the soft silk rope, lift her wrist tying it to the bed post and do the same with the other.
I stare at her body as I remove my clothes, wanting nothing more than to sink inside her already but, I won’t.
I want to take my time and watch her–listen to her sounds then feel her every quake, the minute my cock slams into her drenched core.
My cock hardens and I take it in my hand, stroking myself to relieve the ache.
I climb between her legs and lift the purple vibrator, pressing the button.
A soft hum echoes through the room and I place it against her clit, making her jump.
She moans then cries out, when I take the toy away.
I drag it up her stomach to her tits, circling her nipple then up her breast bone to her throat and jaw.
“Open, make it wet,” I whisper as her mouth parts, sucking the toy just like I asked.
While she’s being such a good girl, I use my free hand to spread her lips and run my nose up and down her clit.
Her legs tremble around me, making me smirk.
I snake my tongue out and flick the tip of her aching nub causing her hips to roll.
She moans around the toy and I shove it deeper into her mouth as I suck her clit into mine, biting down on it.
Her back bows off the bed and I remove the toy only to press it against her clit.
She cries out again, when I move it away and sink it inside her.
I reach up, pinching her nipple and pulling at her piercing, as I lick her nub and fuck her cunt with the toy. Her legs shake and her breathing picks up as I lick, pinch and pump. Her hips start moving erratically then I remove the toy, abruptly stopping. She growls and I grin.
Placing the toy to the side, I pick up the nipple clamps and attach them.
She hisses as the metal bites into her tender flesh and I pull the chain attached to the clamps.
She whines as I continue to pull and I kneel between her legs, taking my cock and slapping the tip against her clit.
Her hips rise, trying to get me to sink into her but not yet.
So I pull away and pick up the small whip, gliding it over her chest down to her ribs and slap the leather against her skin.
She cries out pulling on her restraints and I do it again, loving the red welts the leather leaves with each hit.
I do this a few more times before I put it down and pick up the small silver butt plug.
I glide it down her lips and sink it into her cunt, twisting it around to make it wet then remove it and circle her tight hole.
She lifts her leg onto my shoulder as I spread her cheeks and slowly push the plug into her ass, while using my thumb to rub tight circles on her clit.
I groan watching the silver plug disappear into her ass while her cunt begs to be fucked.
I tap the bottom of the plug and she groans as I rub her clit faster.
She pants and whines, rolling her hips trying to get the friction she needs, just for me to stop.
I pull at the chain on her nipples and she screams which is music to my ears.
Pulling again only this time harder, I use my free hand and line my cock up with her soaked entrance and slam into her, digging my fingers into her skin.
I reach up and wrap my hand around her throat as I continue to pound into her, my balls slapping against the plug forcing her to tighten around me.
I squeeze her throat tighter, lifting both legs onto my shoulder, folding this woman like a damn pretzel as I fuck her cunt with such brutality.
I know she’s going to be hurting tomorrow.
Letting go of her throat, I pull at the chain again then grab the toy, turning it back on and pressing it roughly against her clit.
She screams and thrashes against her restraints but I press the button again, increasing the vibration against her clit.
Her body convulses and her pussy tightens around me then gushes all over my cock.
But I don’t stop, I press the button again and she screams as I slam into her harder and harder until my balls lift and I cum so fucking hard inside her I see stars.
I chuck the vibrator across the room and gently remove the plug from her ass as I slow my pace, still incredibly hard inside her.
Tears pour from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and I reach up to remove the clamps, leaning down and sucking them gently.
She jolts from how sensitive she is but I can’t get enough.
So I swirl my tongue around her tender flesh, slow down my pace and fuck her slowly.
So fucking slow that we both are covered in a sheen of sweat.
It’s not before long that she cums with a scream.
Her pussy is so god damn tight I can barely move so I pull out and jerk my cock, and growl as I spill my load all over her clit and stomach.
Climbing off the bed, I undo her restraints and cover her naked body with a blanket. I grab my drink and down the rest then grab my clothes, get dressed, leave some money on the table for her and leave the room.
This is the part I hate about paying for sex. There’s no cuddling, there’s no talking. It’s a simple transaction with no feelings, no intimacy and that’s what I yearn for from a woman… It's what I want with Lyla. Fuck me.