Chapter 11
It was humiliating showing Shayla first-hand how dysfunctional my family is, but the way she stood up for me, putting my sister and my mom in their places…well, I just fell for her that much harder. Though she’s been affectionate with me today, I’m not confident it will lead to anything if her stricken reaction to what we did last night is anything to go by. So when she told them she was my girlfriend, my already abysmal mood dropped, knowing it was just a nice white lie, one she told for my benefit and nothing more.
I use the keycard to unlock the door to our hotel suite and hold it open to let Shayla and Lainey inside first, then follow them in with Grayson. The suite has a kitchenette, a small living room with navy blue and white accents, including a plush couch and mounted TV, and a separate single bedroom with an en-suite bathroom.
Shayla smiles through her fatigue as she lays a blanket on the living room floor and puts Lainey down on it with a few of her toys. Then, she takes Grayson from me while I bring our luggage and the babies’ car seats in from the bellman cart.
Once we have our luggage put away, I roll the travel cribs the hotel provided into the bedroom, one on each side of the king-size bed that I look at with longing, and get them set up for the night. When I’m done, I return to the living room just as Shayla is shutting the hotel door. She sets the room service dinner I was able to order ahead of time on the small round kitchen table, and then Shayla, Lainey, and I silently dig into our food.
Shayla and I don’t have the energy to do much more than yawn between bites, though our babies are wide awake after their nap in the car from the airport. We have yet to talk about sleeping arrangements since I first told her the hotel only had a one-bedroom suite available, and we still haven’t discussed it two-and-a-half hours later when we’re both done with our showers and ready for bed.
Shayla, who let me take the first turn in the shower, is a vision of beauty when she comes out of the bathroom with her towel-dried hair piled in a bun on top of her head. She’s wearing an old oversized burnt orange T-shirt with my alma mater’s initials on it that she must have taken from my suitcase at some point, the bottom hem skimming slightly higher than the middle of her thighs. It rivals any racy lingerie I’ve seen, and I have to quickly look away from her bare thighs when my dick threatens to harden.
I’m perched on the edge of the bed with both babies, bathed and dressed in their matching light blue sleep sacks. I was able to get them to each take a bottle while Shayla showered, and their eyelids droop heavily. Shayla stops and spins on her heel, exiting the bedroom and coming right back a second later with her cell phone.
“Smile,” she whispers, and the camera flash goes off in the dim lighting, snapping a picture of the three of us. Lainey jolts at the flash, and Shayla apologizes under her breath as she takes Lainey from me and cradles her, swaying back and forth on her bare feet until her eyes droop again.
When I readjust Grayson in my arms, I find he is already asleep, his tiny lips parted and long eyelashes fluttering slightly. I gingerly stand and lay him down in his crib closest to the bathroom. With another look of longing at the bed, then at Shayla and back again, I gather two of the four pillows and the extra blanket laid at the foot. I quietly leave the bedroom, only partially closing the door that separates it from the living room so I can hear the babies if they start crying.
As much as I want to sleep next to Shayla, I don’t want to make her uncomfortable or force her to ask me to leave if she’d rather sleep separately. Because, of course, she would. Why wouldn’t she? What I wouldn’t give, though, to sleep next to her all night, maybe even spoon her for a few minutes if she allowed me to.
I flip off the living room lights, leaving the small overhead light on in the kitchenette in case Shayla wakes up in the middle of the night and stumbles out for a glass of water. She’s all I can think about as I pull off my T-shirt, arrange my pillows on the couch, and shake out the blanket. I hear Shayla moving around in the bedroom, probably laying Lainey down in her crib and climbing into bed by herself.
I’m dead tired, but my mind won’t quieten enough to go to sleep just yet, so I slump on the couch with my head tipped back against the wall. Last night in my office flashes behind my closed eyelids, and my cock hardens fully in my sweatpants. Shayla was so beautiful, standing before me with such compassion in her eyes as she unclipped her top and slowly pulled one side down. And when she pressed her pink nipple against my lower lip—
There’s a soft snick of the door closing that breaks me from my thoughts, and I straighten up to find Shayla shuffling toward me. She sinks on the couch on my right, tucking her feet under her so she’s sitting on a hip with her knees resting against my outer thigh. Even that little point of contact makes my dick twitch. I cross my hands over my lap, hoping she doesn’t notice it standing at attention. For a long moment, she chews the inside of her cheek while her eyes bounce between mine.
“What’s up?” I ask to break the silence.
She drops her eyes. “I just wanted to say that I really am sorry about today. I know you said I didn’t need to apologize, but I feel like I took a stressful situation and made it so much worse. If I hadn’t come, then you’d—”
I squeeze her knee to stop her. “If you hadn’t come, I’d still be miserable and homesick for you.” I didn’t mean to say that last part, as true as it is. “Grayson would be too. So no more apologies, ok?” She nods, and I sigh, leaving my hand where it is and wondering if she’s even noticed it, seeing as how she hasn’t shifted away from my touch. “If anything, you and Lainey are the only things making this trip bearable. My dad—” Emotional overload hits me like a freight train just saying the word Dad out loud. “I can’t believe he’s gone.”
I close my eyes and tip my head back, trying to hold back the tears that have formed, but they fall against my will. Shayla shifts position next to me, and I open one eye to see she’s sitting up on her knees. She moves her hand to cup my cheek and wipes a tear away with her thumb, the move mimicking the one she made last night.
I suck in a breath when she places her other hand on my chest and rubs it up and down over my bare skin, warming me beneath her soft palm and fingertips. Her lips part, and her breath hitches, matching my own, when her thumb grazes my nipple.
And the way she’s looking at me…
“Shayla?”
Her voice is so low and hesitant that I can just barely make it out when she asks, “Do you want me to…to comfort you again?” She bites her bottom lip, and it feels like my heart is going to explode out of my chest when she circles my nipple with her thumb, intentionally this time.
I want to ask if she’s sure about her offer, but I can’t make the words form, and instead nod my head twice. My unspoken prayers have been answered. I watch with rapt attention as she slides her knee over my lap so she’s straddling me, and she slowly settles her weight on my lower thighs.
I don’t blink for fear of missing a single second as she pinches the hem of her T-shirt—my T-shirt on my angel—with shaky hands and pulls it up and over her head. She drops it on the floor, leaving her in just the tiniest scrap of black panties and nothing else.
“Shayla.” Her name comes out strained as I pant with my heart jackhammering inside my chest. My dick is at full mast as my eyes drop to her dark pink nipples that harden to buds as I watch. My hands move on their own, palming the skin just above her knees, then sliding higher and higher up her thighs to the outside of her hips until I’m palming her ass cheeks, barely covered by her panties.
She gasps and braces her hands on my shoulders when I flex my fingers and yank her lower half closer until there’s not an inch separating us. Her chest rises and falls faster, and I lick my bottom lip, eager for another taste of her. She slides one hand behind my neck to palm the back of my head and cups her breast with the other, squeezing it until a drop of milk beads at the tip of her nipple.
“My angel,” I whisper right before I lean forward and latch onto her nipple, sucking and swallowing the first jet of her sweet, warm milk. We moan in unison when I draw her nipple deeper, and more of her milk fills my mouth. My touch and tongue turn aggressive as I alternate suckling and yanking her hips back and forth over my achingly hard dick.
I roll my eyes up to watch her reaction. She has her head tipped back, supple lips parted as she moans my name and chants, “Yes, yes, yes, James.”
I pop off her nipple so I can fill my lungs with much-needed air as my breathing turns ragged. The friction and pleasure from the weight of her rocking back and forth on my dick has it reaching its breaking point within a minute. I want to make this last, especially if this turns out to be a two-and-done situation, so I clench my muscles, willing myself not to cum yet.
She spears her fingers in my hair and tightens her hold as she uses me for leverage so she can alternate bouncing and grinding on my lap. I slide my fingers under the elastic sides of her panties, needing to feel more of her bare cheeks under my palms. She moans breathily when I suck her untouched nipple deep into my mouth, loving the way her milk slides down my throat and heats my belly.
“James, oh god, James, yes. Please, I need…I need you.” The sultry way she says my name has me on the verge of cumming in my pants again.
I thought I was lucky enough just to have her practically naked on my lap, grinding on me with only a few scraps of cloth between us, but then, oh fuck, she slides her hand down where our bodies are pressed together. She sits up on her knees and pulls her panties to the side, and I get my first look at my angel’s bare pussy. Hers is the first I’ve ever seen in real life, and I clench my jaw, barely holding back the urge to flip her on her back and sink my cock inside her.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven because I can’t believe she’s willingly bared herself to me, is aroused by me, as evidenced by the glistening sheen of her pussy.
“Oh god, angel, you’re so beautiful. You have no idea how much I want you. No idea.”
Her eyes light up, and then the sweetest, most precious, most gorgeous girl I’ve ever known cups my face and kisses me right on the lips. And it’s not just a peck. I’m so shocked by what’s happening that I don’t even kiss her back. Can’t kiss her back because my jaw drops open in astonishment.
She leans back and frowns, and I can’t have that. Can’t let her think for even a moment that I don’t want her with every fiber of my being. I slide my hands up to cup her face and pull her back to me. I kiss her with all that I have, showing her how much I crave her lips on mine. Our first kiss. The only kiss that has ever meant anything to me. I wish it was my first-ever kiss because they should all belong to her and her alone.
She lowers her hips, her bare pussy sliding back and forth over my bulge. Her arousal soaks the fabric of my sweatpants, and I need more. Need to feel her, to explore her body like I’ve been dreaming of for so long. I need it like I do my next breath.
I move my hand between us and twist my wrist so I can slide my fingers through her wet slit. She throws her head back and moans my name as I continue sliding the tips of my first two fingers up and down her pussy searching for her clit, then through her slit to gather more of her wet arousal, and back again.
“There, oh god, right there,” she moans as she covers my fingers with two of her own and pushes them against a spot toward the top of her pussy.
“Here?” I ask when she gasps and jerks her hips. I rub circles with my fingertips over the small nub again and again and again. “Is this how you like it, angel?”
“Yes, yes! More, just a little more.”
“I’ve never—this is the first—” I clear my throat, embarrassed by my partial confession. “Tell me what you want me to do if I don’t do it right.” If she thinks it’s weird that a twenty-eight-year-old man has never touched a pussy before, she doesn’t comment on it.
All she says is, “More, I need more, James,” and lifts her hips off my lap slightly.
I switch to rolling my thumb over her clit so I can work my first two fingers between her parted pussy lips, not sure what it is she wants me to do. I accidentally sink the tip of my middle finger through her entrance, and we both inhale sharply. Her pussy is sopping wet and so warm, and fuck, it’s even better than I dreamed.
When she rolls her hips and sinks lower over my finger to take it deeper inside, she whisper-yells, “Just like that, James! So good just like that,” and my dick fires off a spurt of cum. I strain to hold back the rest and refocus on her and her pleasure.
Gaining more confidence in my abilities with every moan she makes, I start pumping my finger in and out, my voice an octave lower when I ask, “Is this what you want? You want my finger deep inside your pretty pussy, angel?”
There’s a wild look swirling in the depths of her gorgeous gray eyes, and she whimpers when I apply more pressure to her clit. “Yes, oh god, yes. I need more.” She doesn’t wait for me to give it to her. Instead, she starts working her hips up and down a little harder, fucking my middle finger until it’s as deep as it can go. “Another finger. Curl them inside. Make me cum, James.”
“Oh fuck, angel. I’ll do anything you want.”
It’s a tight fit, but I manage to work my index finger inside as well, and she starts lightly bouncing her hips up and down, sinking her weight onto my hand as I continue to roll my thumb over her clit. I experiment with different ways and directions to curl my fingers until I get it just right, exactly how she wants it. She’s moaning so loudly now that I worry she’s going to wake our babies, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than her.
Her voice pitches higher, and suddenly her pussy walls convulse around my fingers so tightly that it’s near impossible to keep pumping them through her channel.
“Oh, I’m cumming. James! James!” She draws out my name, almost crying in pleasure. More of her wet heat slicks my fingers until they’re drenched with her release.
I can’t believe it’s my fingers that made this angel cum. That it’s my fingers still buried deep inside her hot pussy. I’m transfixed by her face, how her eyelashes flutter, and by the sound of her voice as she screams my name in the throes of ecstasy.
I’m not in control of myself when I pull my hand away and shove the waistband of my sweatpants down enough for my dripping dick to spring out. I grip my shaft and fuck my fist with my hand coated in her cum, desperate for my own release.
When her eyelashes stop fluttering and she opens her eyes, she sucks in a breath and moans when she sees what I’m doing. Her eyes go as big and round as saucers, and I see the moment her pupils blow wide.
“Oh my god, James, your dick is huge! I thought it was just a joke, but it’s freaking massive.”
I grunt in pleasure, her praise driving me closer to climaxing. Her gaze is locked on me jacking my cock with a frenzy, and her jaw goes slack. I’m so close to busting a nut, but I continue to battle it back, wanting this moment to last forever.
I plead with her, not at all embarrassed at the moment by how desperate I sound. “Angel, please. Let me feel you. Sit on it and make me cum.”
She nods fast and yanks my hand away. She scoots closer on her knees until she’s hovering just above it, then drops her weight. Her ass cheeks slap against my upper thighs, and she grinds back and forth until her pussy lips part to accommodate my size, nestling around the underside of my shaft. A groan works its way up from the depths of my chest at my first time feeling a pussy on my dick.
“Angel, angel, oh god, your pussy feels fucking incredible. My beautiful angel.”
She moans and rolls her hips, then kisses me again, slipping her tongue between my lips. I suck on it, then slide mine eagerly along hers, hoping like hell I’m doing it right. She works her hips faster, more aggressively, then tilts them at just the right angle that makes the head of my cock hit her clit each time she slides forward. I break the kiss and throw my head back, thumping it hard against the wall as the sensitive nerves on my tip sizzle.
She leans in and whispers in my ear, “Are you going to cum for me, James?”
“Fuck yes. Gonna make me cum with your angel pussy.”
We work together with my hands on her hips to pull her weight further down on my dick, and without warning, the orgasm that I had been battling back for ages fucking explodes. I moan her name as sparks of light dance along the edges of my vision as waves of sheer bliss overwhelm my senses. I’ve never cum so hard before, and god, I don’t think I can go back to cumming any other way. My hand will never be good enough after this.
She slows but doesn’t stop rocking as spurt after spurt of cum spills from my cock, drenching both of our laps. I finally have to hold her hips still, my dick overly sensitive now, my balls completely drained. She sags against me, both of us breathing heavily. When she circles her arms around my neck and licks a line up my bared throat, another spurt somehow works its way out, slicking the skin between our bellies.
I wrap my arms around her naked back, holding her flush against me until our breathing finally goes steady and my dick softens. When she pulls away, I loosen my hold but keep my arms around her, not wanting this moment to end just yet.
She scoots back on my thighs, and we both look down at the mess we made. There’s milk leaking from her breasts, and some of it has dripped down my chest. My cum coats both of our bellies, and I exhale harshly, my heart starting to pound again when I see my cum slicking her mound and soaking her panties where they’re still pulled to the side. I’ve never seen anything more erotic, and my cock quickly starts to harden again.