Chapter 3 Lila #2
He pulls off my shirt as his mouth travels downward, drawing a nipple into his mouth as he kneads lightly at my breast with the other hand.
I can’t take my eyes off of him; it’s like everything that has led to this moment has completely and utterly fallen away, leaving nothing but the sheer intensity of our need in its place.
His tongue teases against my nipple and I moan again, balling my hands into his hair to pull him back to kiss me on the mouth once more.
He slips his hand into my sweatpants as he makes out with me, grinding his cock against my thigh like he just can’t get enough.
God, and I thought older men were meant to be way less energetic in the sack.
I grin against his mouth as his fingers find my clit, and I feel his cock twitch with excitement as he discovers just how wet I am for him right now.
He slips his fingers down further, letting them graze over my slit before he plunges them inside.
My body arches, rocking toward him, but it’s not enough.
No, I need him inside of me, every inch of him, that beautiful cock that I can feel grinding against me through the fabric of his pants.
It suddenly feels utterly infuriating that he is still wearing clothes, and I reach down to his pants, scrabbling with the zipper as I try to pull it down.
But he doesn’t need telling twice. He kneels above me, unzipping his pants and tossing them aside.
As he pulls down his underwear, his cock springs free, and I feel another fizz of excitement at the sight of him.
Not just because of how beautiful he is down there, though that’s part of it; he’s thick, with a long seam running up the inside.
No, my excitement is because he’s already rock-hard and leaking pre-cum, a sure sign of how badly he wants me.
The thought of this man, this gorgeous man, being so hungry for me that he can hardly contain himself, is almost more than I can take, and I can only lift my hips and moan incoherently as I wait for him to take the hint.
“You want me to fuck you?”
I nod, as he leans down to press a kiss against the spot just above the top of my sweatpants. The heat of his breath there sends another helpless shiver through my body, and I wriggle this way and that as he strips me easily out of what little clothes I have left.
As soon as I’m naked beneath him, he pauses for a moment, casting his eye over me as though he can hardly believe that this is happening.
He runs his hands down the sides of my waist, tracing out the shape of me, his calloused fingers carving lines along my form.
The look in his eyes…I don’t know that I’ve ever seen it before, at least not when someone is looking at me.
It’s pure want, pure need, pure desire, distilled down to its purest and most essential form.
He grasps my hips and pulls them level with his, one hand tucked beneath the small of my back and the other wrapped around his cock. Slowly, he brings us together, till I feel the nudge of his head past my folds.
He doesn’t take his eyes off of me, gazing at me like I’m the most impossibly gorgeous creature he has ever seen in his life.
He seems to pay no attention now to the bruises on my arms or the other marks on my body.
And for a second, I’m not just the girl on the run from her abusive ex, the girl fleeing for her life.
I’m just a girl, giving herself to this man, and nothing else matters in the entire world.
He moves into me at last, bringing our hips flush together in one smooth motion that draws a groan from between my lips. If our kiss was a circuit closing, this is the whole damn power station.
He stills himself there inside of me, keeping my hips raised and stirring his hips against me for a moment, and then, drawing back, he plunges into me once more.
“Oh God,” I gasp, as I reach for his hands, interlinking my fingers with his while his gaze sears into mine.
The fullness is almost more than I can take, but at the same time, I crave more.
Enough to wipe my mind clean, enough to fill my body with pleasure instead of pain.
Enough to start over and leave it all behind…
I rock my hips against him as he moves inside of me, taking me in long, slow strokes like he’s savoring every second of this.
His hands tighten on mine as we come together over and over again, our bodies matching each other with ease.
I’ve never felt anything like this before, never felt like my body was meant to come together with someone else’s so easily.
My wetness is beginning to leak down my thighs, my body rising to meet him with every motion.
“You feel even better than you look,” he groans, that rasp at the back of his voice telling me that he’s being completely honest. I moan at the sound of more praise, and he grins, moving down on top of me, pinning me to the bed.
“You like it when I tell you how good you feel?” he asks softly, tracing his tongue along the spot just behind my ear. I nod—God, I don’t even know how to put it into words, how much praise I want from him, how badly I want to be good enough for him.
“You feel perfect,” he continues, kissing softly along my neck. “And those sounds you make…fuck, if I’d known you would feel this good, I wouldn’t have waited for you to make the move…”
I whimper as he drives himself into me over and over again, pounding me into the bed. I can feel my orgasm rising now, faster than I can take control of it, my thighs starting to twitch as I inch closer and closer to the edge.
“I want to feel you come for me,” he continues, his hands moving to my hair, his gaze meeting mine once more. There’s such a delicious darkness to his eyes, as though I have unlocked something completely new in him, completely different from the man I met in that car.
That man, that gentleman, was nothing but a sweetheart, but this man? He’s dark and wanting and desirous and willing to take everything he wants from me and more.
And I don’t want to deny him a single inch of it.
He shifts slightly, letting his hips grind into me, making sure to press into my clit with every motion.
The sensation of the internal and external stimulation scrambles my brain, leaving what’s left of my good sense to vanish entirely as I stare up at him.
My lips are parted, breath coming quickly, chest rising and falling fast as I feel the pleasure build and build and build until…
When I come, I cry out so loud I’m sure they can hear me all the way back in the city.
My body contracts around his, clenching with a dizzying pleasure as my body throbs beneath him.
All the tension that has built in me unravels in an instant, giving in to him, and he moves slowly into me, letting my spasming slit massage the last of his pleasure from him too.
I feel him drive himself deep one last time and then come to stillness inside of me, a deep, throaty sound rising from the back of his throat as he moves into his release at last. I rake my nails down his back, trying to guide him into me even deeper, trying to hold him there a while longer.
I know that this has to be over soon, but for now, at least, I want to pretend that we can linger in this moment of pure pleasure forever.
As he catches his breath, he turns his head to kiss me once more. He makes no move to pull back from me, as though his mind is exactly where mine is right now. His arms curl around me, pulling me against his chest, and I feel the grin on his lips as he kisses me again and again.
When he finally draws back, I let out a little whine. He chuckles, brushing my hair back from my face. “You should get some rest,” he murmurs. “Busy day for you, huh?”
“You could say that…”
I’m sprawled naked across the bed, and to my surprise, I don’t feel at all vulnerable or on-display in front of him like this.
After the way he talked about my body—and the way his actions backed it up—I’m not exactly feeling insecure about the way I look right now.
Hell, if I stick around here much longer, I get the feeling that my ego is going to swell so big I’ll have a hard time fitting it through the door.
“As tempting as it is to leave you naked,” he murmurs playfully, reaching for the covers. “Bit too cold for that now.”
He draws the blankets up over me, and I close my eyes, head sinking back onto the plush pillow behind me. I could listen to that accent all day, the lilting, singsong nature of it. But as soon as I let my eyes drift shut, I feel the exhaustion rise up to get the better of me.
Before I know it, I’m fast asleep.
When I wake the next morning, it’s to the unfamiliar sound of birds chirping outside the window.
I’m more used to starting my day with the sound of construction workers, drills, and cars honking on the street outside.
The birdsong should be relaxing, but instead, my head jerks up in a panic as I remember everything that happened last night.
The rain seems to have cleared, crystalline blue light filtering through the window. The bed is just as comfortable as it was last night, the plush covers draped over my still-naked body, the pillow imprinted with my damp hair from the shower I took before we…
Yeah. Before we did that. I look over to the man sleeping beside me, his chest rising and falling slowly as he sleeps peacefully, and I bite down hard on my lip.
It’s not that I don’t know what I was thinking.
I do. I was thinking that this man seemed to actually give a damn about me in a way nobody else has for so long—that he was willing to care for me and look out for me without expecting anything in return.
I was thinking about how free it made me feel, how open.
How much I wanted to give him something in return, especially considering that he happens to look like that.
But…but what if he expects something from me? Something more than I’m willing to give? It’s not that I don’t like him; I do, but I hardly know him.
Shit, I didn’t even ask his name last night before we…
God, I must be crazy. I need to get myself in hand. I can’t just go running around and hooking up with guys when I’m so soon out of a relationship that practically gutted me from the inside out. And who knows what Thom would do to this guy, if he thought for a second that he had laid hands on me?
I need to get out of here. Before he wakes up.
If I’m still around when he comes to, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to explain to him exactly why I need to leave. He might take it badly.
Shit, he might freak out on me. What if he was only kind to me last night because he thought he was going to get what he wanted?
I know all too well how much things can change when men decide that you’re not giving them everything they feel they are owed, and I don’t want to find out just how much that description might fit him too.
I slip quietly out of bed and gather my stuff, dressing as quickly as I can without looking back at him. He seems to be a heavy sleeper, which is something, at least.
Guilt twists inside me at the thought of him waking up alone, after everything he did for me, but what choice do I have? The longer I stay here, the more paranoid I’ll be that Thom will figure out where I’ve gone, the higher the chances are that he’s going to be able to track me down.
The last thing this sweet stranger needs is to have all my drama dumped on his doorstep, when all he wanted was to do a good deed.
I pause for a second in the doorway to the bedroom, once I’ve finished doing my second sweep to make sure I haven’t left anything behind.
I’m going to call my cousin Sofia, ask for a lift back to the city; she’s always been there for me, even if we have drifted apart the last few months since Thom really started closing the walls in around me.
If I have to crash on her couch, I will.
No matter what explaining I have to do in the process.
I know I will never see this guy again. And that feels unfair, somehow. For him to have been so kind, acted so sweetly, only to get dumped before he even wakes up.
But I can’t risk sticking around and trying to explain it to him. I’m just out of a relationship with a man who ripped my life apart at the seams, and the last thing I need is to be pulled into another one with a man I don’t even know.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
Hitching my bag over my shoulder, I hurry to the door before I can change my mind, pulling out my phone so I can call Sofia with the signal I have up here.
All of this, it was nothing more than a one-night stand, a chance for me to feel free again after being locked in the prison of that relationship for so long.
This is where it ends.
At least, that’s what I have to keep telling myself.