3. Layla
3
LAYLA
I wake up with Taylor’s scent deeply embedded in my nose and lungs.
I smile and take an enormous breath, giggling as I bury my face in the sheets he’s been sleeping in until last night. I can’t remember the last time I slept so well–and after an attempted kidnapping.
Safe.
That’s how I feel.
Protected.
With a contented sigh, I roll over and am greeted with the smell of bacon seeping in from the other room. I swing my feet out of bed and find a huge pair of sweatpants and an enormous T-shirt set out on the side table, presumably for me.
They’re both massive on me, which has me laughing as I open the door and find Taylor hard at work in the kitchen. He looks up from a pan and smiles as I enter.
“Hey there, darling. Sleep well?”
My heart flutters at his greeting.
Darling…
I nod, stretching my arms by my sides, then twirl in place, causing the shirt I’m wearing to spin like a dress. “Like my new fashion?”
“I’m a fan.” He smiles. Yeah, we’re actually flirting this time. No question. And it feels so natural. Taylor has me feeling so at ease that I’m not even nervous. I’m in his huge sweats and enormous tee and have a bad case of bed-head, but I’m totally relaxed. I don’t feel the need to try to impress him. I only met him last night, and I already feel like we’ve been dating for years.
“Hungry?” he asks. “I’ve got bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, strawberry jam, several types of tea: mint, jasmine, English breakfast–”
“I’m sorry– what? ” My mouth hangs open as I watch him scoop eggs onto plates. Is this guy screwing with me?
“What?”
“Do you read minds?” I ask.
Taylor laughs and tongs the bacon from the frying pan. “Not last time I checked, no. Why?”
I move right up to his side, trying not to lose myself in his delicious scent.
“Because you’re making the exact meal I eat pretty much every morning.”
Taylor smirks as he grabs the toast from the toaster. “Am I now?”
“Scrambled eggs, bacon, two slices of toast with strawberry jam and English breakfast tea.”
“Well, I’m a fan too. I guess we’ve got some things in common, sweetheart.”
I’m about to lose it. My ovaries are screaming again.
Breed me, big man. Breed me.
“That must be it…” I mutter.
“How else could I know?” he asks. “I’m an actual mind-reader?”
I smile and offer to take the plates to the table, but Taylor insists. He then goes back for the tea and cups and also a carton of orange juice “just in case.”
I watch his strong neck move as he eats and try to calm my bouncing leg as shameful thoughts invade my mind. I do my best, but after a minute or two, I can’t help myself.
“So where’d you learn to be a gentleman like this?” I ask. “Trained by your ex?”
Taylor chuckles and quickly shakes his head. “Only thing that filly taught me was how to run for my life.”
I can’t help but laugh, but then I remember her photo from last night, and a pang of jealousy stabs me in my stomach.
I shouldn’t ask. But I have to.
“Why’d you two break up? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Taylor shrugs. “We were just oil and water, you know? She’d wanna go left, I’d wanna go right. Never could agree on anything.”
“So how’d you get together in the first place?”
What a dumb question. You know the answer to that.
He shakes his head. “Thinking with the wrong organ, I guess.”
Again, my stomach sinks. I know he’s had girlfriends. Probably tons of them. But hearing about it has my jealousy on a high simmer.
“Not the best foundation for a relationship,” I say and instantly regret it. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you’re right.” Taylor smiles. “You know she wanted an ‘open relationship’ near the end?”
“Open relationship? What’s that mean?” I frown.
Taylor gives me a look like I’m just the sweetest little thing in the world, and that’s it–I’m blushing again. “It means that we’d still be together, but we could have sex with whoever we wanted.”
I quickly put a hand to my mouth to stop myself from gasping.
“What? Why would she suggest that?”
Taylor raises his eyebrows. I’m forcing him back into memories he’s clearly put behind him. This is making him uncomfortable.
“She thought it would keep me around,” he replies. “Figured if I was ‘satisfied’ that she and I would work out.”
I shouldn’t ask anymore.
I should stop now.
But I have to know.
“So…did you?”
Taylor scoffs. “Hell naw. Relationships don’t work like that for me. If I’m with a woman, I’m with her. She’s my one and only.”
Yeah, my panties are melting for sure now. I thought Taylor couldn’t get any more perfect, and I was wrong.
“That’s very noble of you.” I nod. “Most guys would take advantage of an offer like that.”
“Well, I’m not most guys.”
That’s the truth.
I’m finding it hard to breathe. Moments ago I was waking up nice and relaxed. Now, after only a few minutes with Taylor, I’m jittery and filled with fire.
I take a bite of my toast and stand. “I should get going. I’ve got work later, and I have to shower–”
“I’ll walk you,” Taylor says, standing. His eyes are truly brilliant as he fixes them on me, and I’m reminded of how small I am compared to him as I look up at his fierce, protective gaze.
Why is he being so nice to me?
He clearly has no issues getting women, and he didn’t even try to make a move on me last night. And why would he? I’m just some awkward virgin, and he’s a leading Hollywood man just waiting to make his big break.
“You don’t have to.”
“I insist.” There’s that accent again. Some girls might dismiss him as just another cowboy, but it’s just right to me. “I wouldn’t feel right if I let you go and those men came back and I wasn’t there.”
The tingling between my thighs is back, and I’m starting to overheat. I take a deep breath, but that only serves to send more of his mouth-watering scent back into my lungs.
I do want him to take me. So why protest?
“Okay.” I smile. “You can be my bodyguard.”
“I got no problem with that, dear.”
Taylor brings our dishes to the sink while I go to the bedroom to get my things. It’s odd wearing heels with sweatpants and a T-shirt as he escorts me back to my building, but what do I care? Anyone wants to make fun of me can just look at the gorgeous man walking beside me.
When we reach my door, I look up at my window and feel a sense of dread. “Would you mind…just coming up with me?” I ask Taylor. “To make sure no one is there?”
I’m sort of playing the helpless-female card but I am also actually worried. If my uncle’s rivals failed to kidnap me, there’s no reason they wouldn’t also break into my apartment to try again.
“Not a problem, sweetheart,” Taylor says. “Lead the way.”
Okay, this is really happening.
My head’s spinning as I bring him inside. He doesn’t even mention the fact that my tiny building has an elevator, but I guess he’s been around Austin enough to not be impressed. I sure was. It was one of the reasons I rented here.
He moves fast when I unlock my door, going in ahead of me and checking each room like the cops do on TV.
“All clear,” he calls out, his voice strong and firm. I’m instantly at ease again.
“Thank you.” I marvel at his ability and the way he moves with such incredible grace for such a man of his size. “I’m just gonna shower now.”
“I’ll leave you to it. You ever need me again, you know where I live.”
He turns to go, but panic hits me, and without even thinking, I blurt out: “Can you stay?” What am I thinking? “Just until I go to work? It would make me feel…safer knowing you were out here.”
I’ve never felt like this before. Acted this way.
He’s got me in some kind of a trance. I barely know this man and yet I’m smitten. Maybe he has magic powers.
“I can do that,” he replies, taking a seat on the couch. “Don’t you worry. This place’ll be safer than Fort Knox.”
My eyes are drawn to his rough hands. His thick forearms. What does the rest of him look like? The bulge in his jeans is there again. His pupils are wide, surrounded by blue like crystal. He’s been nothing but a gentleman so far. But I can’t help feeling like he wants me. Or maybe I’m just projecting, hoping my dreams become reality.
“I won’t be long,” I stammer, trotting into the bathroom before I embarrass myself. I slam the door shut and quickly turn the water on to cover up the sound of my rapid breathing.
I’m wet. My panties are soaked as I strip them off, and my whole body is quivering, aching for the touch of his callused hand again. I can feel him out there, pulling at me like the gravity from a massive star. What will happen to me when he actually does leave, though? Will I just float away into the black void of space?
I step under the warm water and try to calm myself. But it’s no use. There’s an absolute Adonis sitting out in my living room, and I’m tingling all over now, possessed by the fantasies of something I’ve never even experienced.
I need to hurry up and shower so I can dry my hair and get ready for work, but there’s something I have to do first if I want to actually be able to perform my job today.
Closing my eyes, I slide my hand down between my thighs to my aching center. The explosion of sensation as I touch myself is so great that I have to stifle myself from crying out. My clit is a swollen little button of bliss, and I waste no time applying pressure, rolling my fingertips in tight circles as images of Taylor flip through my mind.
This must be done quickly. I don’t have time to lie back in bed and spend an hour dreaming of all the things I want him to do to me. I’m so turned on that it’s only seconds before I feel my orgasm approaching. I lean my head against the cool shower tiles and prepare myself…
And it’s just then that the bathroom door opens.
I nearly slip and fall as I leap up, gasping as Taylor enters. He removes his shirt, revealing ropes of tanned, chiseled muscles, far beyond anything I’d imagined. I involuntarily cover my nudity from as he advances on me.
“I’m sorry, Layla,” he says, his voice low. “I couldn’t stay outside. Not when I knew you were in here…like this.”
My heart is racing as I stand there before him, tongue frozen, eyes fixed on his broad chest as his hands move to the fly on his jeans.
“I saw the way you looked at me,” he rasps, his eyes exploring my body. “And you saw how I was looking at you. We both want this.”
He’s reading my mind again.
His magnetism is overpowering.
I take a breath to speak but swallow it when Taylor drops his pants to the floor, revealing his cock standing out straight like a thick, muscled spear, fertile veins running up the shaft to a swollen head, already dripping with pre-cum.
“Holy shit…” My legs go out from under me, but Taylor rushes forward and catches me with his buff arms, taut and sinewed like massive pythons. “Whoa, there,” he breathes. “Don’t go hurting yourself now, baby girl.”
He steps into the water with me and flattens me up against the wall. Thank God for the cool tiles because my body is on about to overheat as he presses his mouth down against mine with a deep, guttural moan. His strong hand caresses my nape as the other grips me firmly by the thigh, kneading the flesh and causing me to arch my back and press my body into his. I feel the solidity of his manhood against my stomach as he slips his tongue between my lips, caressing mine with his in a possessive embrace. I’m a rocket soaring into orbit. It’s incredible to be in his grip, to feel this alive. All I want is more. More.
I run my hands over his robust body, exploring every defined line and muscled cleft. I kiss him back with unbridled lust I didn’t know I even possessed. He slides his hand between my legs and touches me, and I break our kiss as a desperate mewl escapes my lips. My body stiffens as pleasure floods through me.
“I–I can’t believe this is happening…”
“Yes you can,” he whispers in my ear, pressing kisses down the side of my neck. “Layla, I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”
His words nearly level me. He can’t possibly mean that. I’m nowhere near Taylor’s league.
“I’ve never even done this before,” I confess, sure his next move will be to release me and step back in shock and horror. But to my surprise, he stares deep into my eyes as if he’s attempting to peer directly into my soul.
“You’re not serious.”
I try to look away, but he stops me with his hand. “I am,” I sigh. “I get it. You don’t want to do this anymore.”
A low laugh escapes his lips, and he grips my ass tight with both hands and pulls me closer, sliding his hard cock between my legs.
“Are you joking, Layla? Now I want you more. I want to be the first man to claim you and the last to ever have you.” His fingers spread my folds, and I feel the tip of his cock press against my entrance, taking my breath away. “Say yes.”
I swallow hard. “Yes.”
“Atta girl.”
Something about giving myself to him out loud thrills me and lights up an unknown part of me I never even knew existed. I brace myself, expecting him to thrust inside, but that’s not what happens. Taylor drops before me and presses his lips against my sex, his hands gripping my thighs tightly like he’s trying to keep me from running away. And that’s a good thing, because when I feel his tongue against my clit, my whole body is raked with a spasm of pleasure.
“Oh my God!” I cry out.
“I knew you’d taste delicious,” he growls, burying his face in my slick channel. “I could die here, you know? It would take the entire United States Military to get me out from between your legs, gorgeous.”
His words are like golden poetry. I white-knuckle the shower curtain as he licks me. Thank God Tasha and I went to see Kandis, our gal at the waxing studio, just two days ago. I can’t imagine how embarrassed I’d be if he’d felt a single hair down there.
But it’s such a massive turn-on feeling his beard hairs against my inner thighs…
I have no experience to compare this to, yet I know I’m the luckiest woman in the world right now. Taylor absolutely knows what he’s doing, and there’s not an ounce of jealousy in my mind as he applies pressure to my bits. He’s a machine of masculinity. Chivalrous and filthy. It’s like he’s worshipping me as he looks up with those gorgeous blues, his wet skin gleaming, his tongue stimulating my clit with every hungry stroke.
“Oh my God…Oh my God…”
I don’t even know what to say. I don’t even know how I’m standing. I can barely find the cognition to breathe as my legs begin to shake from my impending release. I am right on the precipice and use all the remaining strength I have to brace myself. But that’s when Taylor pulls back. Removes his mouth from my lips. I gasp in shock and loss, but it’s only momentary. He rises up, parts my valley with his cock, and with a single thrust, pushes inside me.
And just like that, my whole world changes.
My legs instinctively clamp down, but he forces them apart, driving his erection deep like he’s trying to split me in half. A ring of pain stings me, and my head begins to spin. “It’s okay, sweet thing. You just have to get used to it. Once you do, you’ll be in heaven.”
“Yeah?” I whimper.
“Oh, yeah. And then you’ll be blowing up my cell daily, begging for every inch of this cock.”
My God, he’s speaking like he stepped out of a porno.
His words should offend me. So why am I getting even more turned on?
I let go of the curtain rod and wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, trying my best to relax my center and accept his thickness. His domination. His possession. That’s it. He’s made a woman out of me. Nothing will ever be the same.
His breaths come harder now, faster, as he withdraws and slams back into me, creating loud slapping sounds that make it clear he owns me now. “Your hole is so fucking tight, sweetheart,” he rasps, tilting his hips up and making my eyes go wide. “You really are a virgin, aren’t you?”
I nod, feeling my eyes starting to tear up. “Yes.”
“Well, you were ,” Taylor corrects himself. “Now you’re mine.”
Yes, I belong to him now. The realization hits me, and that’s when the tears spill from my eyes.
Thank God we’re in the shower, or he would see them streaking down my cheeks.
I’m not upset, and I don’t want him to think I am. I’m just overwhelmed with emotion. I thought I would never be able to trust a man again. Never be able to give myself over to one. And then Taylor crashed into my life like a meteor and saved me from a terrible fate. He made me a woman. He’s filling more than the hole between my legs; he’s filling the holes in my heart. And with each thrust, he drives more courage into me. Along with a hefty dose of intense pleasure.
I feel warmth and tingling deep inside, right up by my cervix as the pain subsides and is replaced by smooth, sparkling delight. I push my hips back into him, and he laps at my lips like a hungry animal.
“You love it now, don’t you, Layla?”
“Yes.”
He smiles and caresses my breasts with his rough hand, reminding me of his strength and ability. He snatches my ass with the other and ruts deep inside, groaning in my ear as I feel myself approaching the precipice once more.
“I don’t believe in coincidences, Layla. Or accidents. I believe I was meant to save you from those men. I believe you and I are meant to be together. Don’t you?”
He’s conquering me. And I love it.
“Yes,” I mewl, tracing the slabs of muscle on his back with my fingertips. “You were meant to save me.”
His chest swells. His eyes narrow with intensity.
Something else inside me awakens. A lust I’ve never felt until now. I can’t quite wrap my head around it. I don’t even know what to do with it, but I don’t have to. Taylor is in charge. He knows. All I need to do is submit while he presses his lips across my cheeks, neck and breasts, while he spreads me wide and delivers every inch of his cock into my soaked valley, while he fucks me hard like he’s possessed by me somehow. And simply allowing myself to become his slave sends me right over the edge.
“I’m coming!”
He grips me harder as I go off. I feel his cock flex within me.
“So am I.”
I should panic. I’m not on the pill, and he’s going to shoot inside me.
But I don’t panic. In fact, I welcome it.
My orgasm ignites and explodes like a thousand fireworks and is instantly amplified by the hot sensation of Taylor’s strong, sticky seed erupting from the crown of his cock. His body grinds hard against mine as he coats my walls with his load, his shaft flexing over and over, again and again as I contract down on him, the both of us rocking together in unfathomable ecstasy. His strong arms snare me in an enamored embrace as we both begin to come back to our senses.
“What a good little girl,” he pants. “Coming like that for your daddy.”
My ovaries scream once more.
Procreation instincts flare deep down in my core.
Daddy .
No one has ever called himself that around me, and if you’d asked me up until now how I’d feel about it, I would have said it probably would have given me the ick. But not now. Not this time. Now I’m licking my lips while I sob my eyes out and his spend drips out of me, rolling down my thighs until it’s washed away by the water raining down on both of us.
“Yes, Daddy.” The word coming out of my mouth is somehow even hotter. “That was incredible.”
I’ve found him. A man I can truly give myself over to.
I feel his smile in his kiss at the base of my neck.
“You know what I just remembered?” I ask him, slumping my head down on his muscled shoulder.
“What’s that, sweet thing?”
I almost laugh at how ridiculous it is. “I have to go to work soon.”