8. Layla
LAYLA
Acool shower on a hot Texas day is nothing to take for granted.
With Stetson on my mind throughout the market—the way his muscles tensed with every touch, the passion in every swipe of his tongue and nip of his teeth—I needed all the cooling down I could get.
The water refreshes my soul like last night’s admittance renewed my faith in him.
A spark of trust to take everything he says at face value again.
Being each other’s firsts erased the perception I’ve held onto.
That night was just as meaningful to him.
For two and a half years, I've carried his touch. The memory like a wound that never quite healed. But he’s always been a balm to the anguish.
Eyes raising to the bathroom mirror, I stare at myself, every feature exactly as it was before. But something new shines through. Something a lot like hope.
My fingers brush over my bottom lip. Stetson’s kiss lingers while my stomach flips, aching for another chance to be alone with him.
A knock rattles my apartment door. Smiling wide, Karli thinks she’s so clever. Right on cue, I happen to be naked.
“It’s open!” I yell, grab a towel, and walk out of the bathroom. “I’m unclothed like I said I’d be!” My giggle strangles my throat. Stetson stands in my kitchen with a clenched jaw. His eyes roam me top to bottom like I’m about to be his next meal…I can't say I hate the feeling.
My words trap. “You’re––you’re not...Karli…”
Stetson’s mouth opens, then closes as he tilts his head curiously. “Am I supposed to be?” He huffs a nervous laugh. “Are you two––”
“No! An inside joke…never mind.” His eyes magnetize on the hem of my towel, not caring about my answer. “What are you doing here?”
“You invited me in.” His throat tightens with an attempt to swallow. My stomach swirls with excitement. “I came to talk.” He adjusts his backwards hat, dropping his eyes down my body.
“Did you now?” I step forward.
“Yeah.” He grips the counter, his forearm tightening as his veins grow.
Are other veins protruding as well?
“You wanna talk here?” He nods in response, jaw set firm while his eyes bounce around the kitchen. It’s almost comical.
“Yeah.” His minty breath rattles out of him. Am I actually making him nervous? This effect on Stetson is empowering.
I lift my arm to “casually” fluff out my curls. “You must be a starved man after a day on the ranch.” He’s baited and knows it.
“Famished.” There’s grit to his voice. A deep masculine tone lighting up my skin. Hell, that was hot. My pussy tingles, loving the way his eyes track every step I take closer.
“One-word answers all you’ve got?” My dominant energy feeds my soul as my neck remains craned, staring him straight in the eyes.
“Trying to behave.” He strains using every ounce of control. I leave a few inches between us, and he cuffs my hair behind my ear.
“Where’s the fun in that?” God, this man is so much taller than me.
There it is. The dark shift in his eyes waiting to see if I’ll back off or let him take what he wants. His other hand flexes, then balls into a fist. Stetson stares down, imagining things I desperately want him to follow through with.
“Layla.” Chest to chest, our tension is bottled so high a flake of a Mentos will trigger an eruption.
“Still one-worded answers.” Stetson’s hand lands on my waist as he leans in.
“You rather zero, sweet girl?” His breath on my ear sends need through me, pulsing my clit.
“You could put that mouth to better use.” My eyes go wide, reveling in my own candor.
Stetson pulls back as his eyebrows raise with surprise.
“Maybe sucking the brat out of you is exactly what you need.” His wicked grin forms. “Your clit’s calling out for attention, isn’t it?”
Running on deprived hormones, my arms wrap around his neck. My towel loses its hold and falls to the floor. His restraint dissolves as our mouths collide in a messy, desperate kiss. Overwhelming relief pumps through me. This man is about to blow my fucking mind.
Flexing my hips into him as I moan, his fingertips dig into my ass.
Thoughts dissolve as his tongue slips into my mouth.
My pussy aches in anticipation, head spinning under his perfect spell.
Lifting a leg around his upper thigh, his jeans brush against my clit, hitching my breath.
Stetson smiles into the kiss before I’m lifted from the ground and gently placed on the counter.
But given the look on his face, he’s about to be anything but.
And I’m sooo here for it.
“If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me.” His arms on each side of my thighs cage me in.
“Yes, Sir.” With that, he smirks.
His eyes deepen blue, desire strong, his energy radiating the same as mine. We can’t believe this is about to happen. Again.
He kisses me deeply, his lips tugging mine—it’s still not enough. My fingers curl around the bottom of his shirt, lifting it over his head.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Layla.” The heat of his gaze burns into my veins.
“Look who’s talking.” My mouth waters, wanting to kiss every inch of him.
Stetson lifts my legs, my heels naturally resting on the counter’s edge. I’ve never felt so exposed and turned on at once.
“Lie back.” Surrendering to his command, he lowers himself as anticipation rises in my lower abdomen. “You’re not gonna come until I tell you to, sweet girl.” My body relaxes, yet excites all at once.
Hands meet the back of my thighs. Stetson parts my knees, pushing my knees to the sides, spreading me wider, but he doesn’t dive in.
Lips graze the side of my knee, slowly trailing up my thigh.
Heart pounding, my spine arches, awaiting contact.
He teases, building me up until I squirm from insanity.
I'm about to grip his hair and drag his mouth where I need it.
He must know because he releases a low chuckle.
An inevitable moan escapes me as Stetson’s mouth covers my pussy.
His groan vibrates against me before he flattens his tongue, licking my opening to my clit.
He repeats the movement, this time remaining on my clit.
It’s almost too much as the sensation rolls my eyes back.
Stetson works his way up to sucking like a starved man more famished with each taste.
My brain fuzzes, spinning with a new high.
“Stetson,” I breathe out as he flicks my clit, swirling his tongue around it. “Please don’t stop.”
“Mmm.” He muses with approval. His finger enters me slowly before a second pushes in.
My head tilts toward him as he retracts his soaked fingers.
“I love what a needy mess you are for me.” Admiration fills his eyes.
He slides them back in, pressing a soft kiss to my clit.
“This pussy is going to hug my cock so well after my mouth fucks you.” He says it like a promise, siphoning every damn thought from my mind.
Keeping his mouth attached, his hand slides under my back, picking me up. One second, my pussy is being devoured like a full-course meal and the next, my hand is weaving through his hair as I sit forward on his shoulders.
Sensation builds, every point of contact hypersensitive. His mouth vacates to lay me down on the mattress. My hips buck. “Please,” I beg.
“Such a polite girl.” His grin is devilish as his mouth hovers above my clit. “I'm gonna make you come all night.” Stetson flicks his tongue over my clit. Every breath becomes more difficult to catch as my head goes light.
“Yesss.” The word’s more of a hiss while he works me quicker each time. As my heels begin to dig into the bed and buck, he stands. My pussy stays connected to his mouth, as my top half hangs upside down. I lock my ankles behind his neck. “Oh, God, Stetson,” I gasp, blood rushing to my head.
I’m caught between not wanting this moment to end and completely letting go.
Everything tenses within, chasing the most beautiful pleasure I never imagined possible; I shake as my vision blurs.
Slowly, he eases up, laying me flat on the bed.
My breath fights to even out alongside the pounding of my heart.
“Watching your body fall apart for me is the most beautiful fucking sight, Layla.”
“It’s yours to use any time.” What am I even saying?
He hovers above and my hand lifts to hold the back of his neck.
“Those are dangerous words, Layla.” Stetson stares down at me. “You just obliterated every sane thought I had.”
“I never knew a mouth could make me feel like that.” Oral was one thing we skipped our first time. “How about that cock now?” Boldy, I kiss him, tasting myself.
“I’ve fisted my cock so many times remembering the way you felt.” Stetson presses into me, still fully clothed, his arousal against me. “I’m gonna slide into your warm wet pussy now.” His mouth clasps on to a sensitive spot behind my ear, stifling my breath.
My legs spread as my hands graze down his back.
“Then take these off.” My hands fiddle with his shorts.
Stetson pulls back, standing before me. Stripping down, he watches me, my mouth gaping at the naked sight of him.
Now it’s my turn taking time to drag my eyes down his body.
The V-line is a perfect runway to his dick standing proud.
The soft light through my sheer curtains highlights every muscle.
He’s a piece of sculpted art. His cock is thicker than I remember.
My body humming, already anticipating his swollen tip entering me.
“If you’ve changed your mind.” His voice is pained as he strokes his cock. “We can sto––”
“Fuck me, Stetson.” Breathing out in frustration, my pussy aches.
“Condom?” Oh.
“Was sex really not in your plan?” Maybe he actually was trying to behave.
“Tried to behave.” His lips roll as he strokes himself.
“I’m not ovulating.” He raises an eyebrow. “I track my cycle daily like my life depends on it…well, technically someone else’s new life.” But we don’t need the semantics.
“I’m trusting you.” Settling between my legs, his eyes hold mine.