Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LYLA
I can’t believe I was brave enough to ask him. I couldn’t get that kiss out of my head that we shared in the kitchen. It was the first time our bodies molded together and unlike anything I’d ever felt before. My curiosity and need overruled the logical part of my brain that says it can’t last, knowing I can’t move forward until I’ve slayed the demons in my past.
He hovers over me now, looking at me like I’m the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, making me feel like I’m worthy of love. He acts like he’s the one who’s been given the greatest gift when it’s me who’s been gifted. He makes me believe in love and all the good in the world, and when I’m in his arms, I feel all my worries disappear.
“Thank you for trusting me enough to ask me,” he whispers, bending down and kissing my neck. I feel his tongue come out, and I immediately arch back, wanting more.
“Thank you for showing me what I’m capable of feeling.”
“Baby, I haven’t even begun to show you what I can make you feel.” He leans back and lifts the hem of my tank top over my head. His eyes rake over my lace bra, making me feel like I’m his next meal .
Reaching behind me, he unclasps my bra and slides it down my arms, baring my breasts to him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he rasps out, taking his time to soak in every detail of my body.
Usually, I don’t like being exposed and want to cover myself, but with him, I feel…empowered. His mouth finds my nipple, and when his tongue flicks across it, I can’t help but dive my fingers into his hair to grab onto something before I float away.
He lightly bites and sucks, causing heat to shoot through my belly. I’m already warm from the bourbon, and his touch is just further igniting the flame within. When he pulls harder and sucks deeper, I moan as he pulls more sensations from my body.
“Do you like that little hummingbird?” He murmurs against my skin before feasting on the other one.
“It feels so good, Jake,” I whimper, digging my fingers into his scalp.
He moves lower, and his mouth teases me with little nips on my stomach. When he reaches the buckle on my jeans, he stops. His breath caresses my skin before he kisses me right above my waistline.
“I want to taste you now. Are you okay with that?” He asks in a low voice, his breaths coming out faster.
“You…you like doing that?” The surprise in my voice has him lifting his head.
“With you, I know I’m going to like it very much. Do you not like it?” He asks, puzzled.
“I don’t know…he hated it, so he never…” I stop when I feel him grip my hips tightly and press his forehead to my body. I hear him take a deep breath before he speaks.
“We will be talking about this later, but I refuse to bring him into this moment with us right now. If you don’t want me to put my mouth on you, I won’t, but I promise you, we both are going to enjoy this immensely. ”
I can feel his anger like it’s my own, but he’s trying to rein in his emotions for me. The last thing I want to do is give Tim any more power over me.
“I want you to,” I say firmly, meeting his eyes when he lifts his head. “Be my first, Jake.” His greys darken as their smoldering heat sends goosebumps down my body.
“Gladly,” he growls, undoing my pants and sliding them down my legs along with my thong. I’m laid out completely naked for him. His eyes burn into me with such intensity that I wouldn’t be surprised if I have scorch marks on my body tomorrow.
“If you could only see yourself the way I see you right now. Your body just might be the one thing I can’t live without. It’s me who's afraid of what I’m feeling now,” he softly says, running his hands down my thighs and grabbing my calves. He bends my legs and opens my legs wider, exposing the last bit of me to him.
I feel his finger slide through my center before savoring the taste on his finger. “I told you earlier that you were my favorite dessert, and now I’m going to prove it to you.” He lifts his shirt over his head, and I watch his gorgeous body come into view.
My heart beats fast against my chest as he lowers his head. When his tongue flicks my swollen bud, I gasp at the heat that floods my body.
“This is going to be intense, my little hummingbird, but I swear to God, I’ll be right here when you land,” he says seconds before he dives in.
His mouth feasts on me, and thousands of sensations slam into me all at once. Moaning, I grip the sheets and lift my hips as if my body has been waiting forever for this moment.
Growling, his hands slide under my ass, and he lifts me higher. His light scruff sends delicious scrapes across my sensitive skin, setting them on fire.
I feel his tongue go deep inside me, and I lose all sense of reality.
“Jake…oh God…Jake,” I whimper incoherently. His fingers plunge inside, stretching me wider, and I shamelessly meet his thrust. My body hugs him greedily as if it never wants to let him go.
“Cum for me, baby.” His lips find my clit, and when he sucks hard, my orgasm slams into me with such force that I cry out his name as tears fill my eyes. My body pulses around his fingers as he continues to move deeper, sending sparks spiraling deep inside.
I finally go limp in his hands, breathing heavily as I slowly release my white knuckle grip on the sheets.
He places a soft kiss to my center before kissing along my stomach. I feel him hard against me, and I suddenly want to return the gift. I pull his head down to mine and crush my lips to his.
Moaning, he deepens the kiss, welcoming me in without hesitation. I taste myself on his tongue and suddenly feel pleased that it’s me he’s coated with. I push him onto his back so I’m straddling him.
“My turn,” I smile.
“You don’t owe me anything, Lyla. I’m okay with moving at your pace.”
“I want to.” I touch the buckle of his pants. “May I?”
“You don’t ever have to ask me permission. I’m forever yours to do with as you please.”
I quickly free him and get him out of his pants and boxer briefs. My eyes take him in, and like him, I want to memorize every detail I can.
He’s hard and swollen for me, and I watch, fascinated, as arousal leaks out of his tip. Knowing I’m doing this to him makes me even more desperate to please him .
His eyes are hooded as he watches me reach out to touch him. Velvet skin touches my hand as I circle his length. “God, Lyla. You have me so hard right now with the way you are looking at me.”
He moans when I slide my hand down before bringing it back up, swiping the tip, and catching his arousal with my finger. Curious about how he tastes, I touch my tongue before sucking it clean. Sweet and salty hit my taste buds, and I smile when I realize how much I enjoy it.
“Jesus,” he rasps out, watching my every move.
“I’m not very good at this,” I whisper. “So if you don’t cum it’s okay.”
Something flashes briefly in his eyes…anger…sadness, I can’t tell. “That’s not possible. I’m barely hanging on as it is, and you haven’t even started. Just having those beautiful lips around me is going to be my undoing. There is nothing you could do that wouldn’t feel fucking amazing.”
His words fill me with confidence as I lean forward and wrap my lips around him. A moan escapes him, and that’s all the encouragement I need to bring him deeper.
I quickly realize how different I feel from my experience in the past. I’m not repulsed or disgusted to the point of gagging and wanting to vomit. I’m…enjoying it. A deep need to please him has me unlocking a side of me I didn’t know I had.
I set a pace that has him gripping my hair. His breath becomes shallow as he guides me.
“That’s it, baby. You feel fucking incredible.” He moans when I relax my jaw further and bring him to the back of my throat. “Fuck, Lyla,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hair.
His words and sounds arouse me as I moan around his cock and suck harder.
“I’m going to cum, Lyla,” he rasps, giving me a warning in case I want to release him. I don’t let go, though, wanting to feel what it’s like to have his taste fill my throat. I want this. I want every part of him that he can give me.
I bring him deeper, letting him know I’m not going anywhere.
He lifts his hips with a shout as he releases into me. Warmth fills my throat as I greedily take it all. I make sure I don’t miss a drop before slowly pulling back. His arm is across his forehead, and his breaths are jagged.
“Come here,” he whispers, sitting up and pulling me up to him. He wraps his arms around me, and I feel his heart beating rapidly as I lay my head on his chest. He holds me tight until I finally hear the beat of his heart return to a normal rhythm.
“Why did you say you weren’t good at it?” His voice breaks the silence, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the past. “I need to know what happened if we are going to move forward. I can’t undo the damage he has caused you if I don’t know how deep it runs.”
“You’re not going to like it,” I whisper. Fear hits me that he will run after this, and I start to shiver against his chest. He pulls the covers over me and strokes my hair.
“You’re right. I’m not going to like it. In fact, I’m going to want to track the fucker down and beat the shit out of him. But nothing you tell me is going to change the way I feel about you. I’m not going anywhere, Lyla. We will work through this together, but I can’t be in the dark anymore. I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.”
“Promise me, you won’t hate me,” I say, barely able to get the words out.
“I could never hate you, but I will promise you if it will make you feel better. You can trust me,” he says softly.
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and tell my story aloud for the first time ever.
“By the time I turned eighteen, I was in a bad place. I was working two, sometimes three jobs just to get by, and then I had to take care of my mother on top of that. She needed more help than I could provide for her. I was mentally and physically exhausted.” I feel his hands run up and down my back, soothing some of my pain away.
“There was an older customer who started coming to the coffee shop where I worked. He was well-dressed and good-looking and made me feel special. He would lavish me with gifts and bring me flowers, and for once, I didn’t feel so alone. After weeks of coming by every day, he finally talked me into having dinner with him.”
“What’s his name?” He asks quietly.
I hesitate before answering. “Tim.”
“Tim, what?”
“Just Tim for now.” I can’t take the chance he will try to find him. I don’t want to worry about him getting into trouble.
I hear him sigh, but he doesn’t press me further, so I continue.
“He drove this fancy car and had this beautiful home. He had everything I never had, and he wanted to give it all to me. I finally told him about my childhood and how my mom needed more care than I could give her. That’s when he came to me with a solution of sorts.” I pick at the sheets nervously, afraid to go on.
“It’s okay, Lyla. I promised you and best friends don’t break promises.”
I blink back the tears and pray his words are true.
“He told me how much he loved me and wanted to take care of me. He said he would put my mom in the best facility he could find, and she would get the help she needed. I wouldn’t have to work anymore or worry about where my next meal would come from. All I had to do was one thing in return,” I whisper .
“Tell me,” he says quietly.
“He wanted me as his wife.” I barely speak the word out loud as the lump in my throat gets bigger. His arm stills on my back, and I feel the tension in his body seep through.
“I knew it was wrong to say yes. I was infatuated with him, but I didn’t love him. I was just so tired and so lonely. I wanted a way out, and he wanted to give me one. I thought I would grow to love him, but I was wrong.” I fist the sheet in my hand and feel the disgust and disgrace weave its way in. “I grew to hate him.”