96. Brutal Beauty
brUTAL BEAUTY
LAYTON
I growl as she kisses me and do one crunch, knocking our heads into each other.
“Ow.”
“Ouch.” I laugh at how ridiculous the situation is.
Livy giggles, and her body shakes on top of mine, stirring my dick. She notices as she hovers over me.
“Are you still in that chivalrous mood?”
I shake my head, face serious, eyes locked on hers. “Nothing I’m feeling right now is about chivalry. Or doing the right thing.”
“Then what are you thinking about?”
“Folding you over into creative yoga shapes, stuffing you full with my cock, making you come until you pass out from exhaustion, and then waking you up the same way.”
“Is that all?”
She’s baiting me, and fool that I am, I accept. “As far as round one goes, yeah.”
“Well, get on with it then.”
She lifts off me, stands above me, and extends a palm.
“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into, Pix?” I ask as I accept her proffered hand.
She shakes her head. “Nope. Do you?”
I don’t answer because like everything Livy does and says, she cuts straight to my core. I don’t know what I’m getting into, but somehow it doesn’t feel like bed is the only answer.
To avoid considering anything along those lines, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, spanking her ass when she shrieks.
“Favorite three positions?”
“I’m not complaining about this one.” She squeezes my ass as she says it.
“Can’t fuck you like this, baby. Now—” I drop my shoulder, bumping her body to spin while keeping hold of her leg, flipping her to a standing sixty-nine position. “Now, this way, I could.” I bite the inside of her thigh as I make it to the back bedroom.
I set her on the bed. “I could fuck your mouth like this,” I say, running a thumb over her bottom lip. “But you still haven’t answered me.”
I stride to the windows, closing the blinds and drawing the curtains before stalking back to her.
“Cowgirl, doggie, and missionary, but only if it’s not boring.”
“Challenge accepted. I dig your top three, but I’m not taking you for the first time from behind, so you’re stuck with me having to get creative to keep you from being bored.
“Now, come here, Olivia.”
Her face jolts. I’ve never called her that. But she does as she’s told, rising from the bed to stand in front of me.
I tilt her face up to mine. “You’re going to tell me what you like. You’re sure as fuck going to tell me what you don’t. I want to hear how I make you feel.” It’s not a question. I’m not asking for her acquiescence. I’m demanding she agree.
She nods once.
“Undress me.”
Her hands reach to the waistband of my tee, and she uses her fingers to play along its hem.
She lifts the shirt, and I bend forward to allow her to pull it over my head.
Her fingers trail down the ridges of my abs, playing in the divots and swells.
She comes to the vee that disappears into my pants and rubs her thumbs through those muscles.
I have a steel pipe in my pants from her looking at me like she is and flirting as she undresses me.
She slides my track pants and briefs down my legs, trailing her hands down my thighs as she shoves them down.
She bends to the floor to help me step out of them but lets her splayed fingers climb up my body as she stands.
She grabs my balls, holding them in the palm of her hand before grasping my dick and rubbing her thumb over its head.
I reach and lift her sports bra, dropping it to the floor. I place both hands on her shoulders and move them in unison, to circle her tits, rub her erect nipples, and thumb the underside.
“So you like that?” I ask.
She holds my eyes and nods. “But I want more.”
“Good girl.” I’m glad she tells me.
I slide my thumbs into her pants and push them down. “Out,” I order, and she steps free of them. I grab her ass skin-to-skin and pull her to my body, letting my splayed hands feel as much of her as I can.
“Are you wet for me, Olivia?”
“Check and see.” The challenge in her voice is coupled with the glint in her eyes. Her hands come between us, back to my cock and begin to touch me slowly. Her rhythm is hypnotizing. She’s not trying to get me to the finish line; she’s just touching me for my pleasure and hers.
“You want my fingers or my tongue or my cock to make that assessment?”
“Your call.” Her eyes hold mine in an erotic dance.
She walks backward until her knees hit the bed and she sits there, before turning onto all fours and beginning to crawl toward the head of the bed.
Her ass on display does it.
I pounce.
Livy
I don’t know if it’s what I said or what I did, but my breasts are down on the mattress, as is my face, but my hips are lifted, and Layton’s fingers spread me wide. He places kisses up my spine, until his mouth is at my ear.
“Such a temptation. Fucking beautiful, baby. Do you know what you do to me?”
I shake my head against the mattress.
Until I feel him and moan. His long hot cock is at my butt sliding up and down my cheeks.
“You send me out of my mind. You do this to me, Livy.” I feel his head playing peekaboo with the crack of my butt. “Say I do the same for you.”
I whimper and nod, both at his words and at the magic he’s creating with his fingers at my clit.
He flips me over to face him, and his cock is doing that same slide through my wetness. I lift my knees, seeking relief from the pressure he’s building.
He pulls back and reaches for his wallet and grabs a condom. He takes care of it and then tosses my legs around his back and growls as he invades my body with his dick.
I’m so full. Too full.
And I groan.
“Look at me,” he commands. “I want to watch your face as you take all of me.”
“That’s not all?” The pitch of my voice might as well be an octave higher than usual.
“Oh no, Pix.” He looks down at where we’re joined and then back to me. “More than half, though. Need you to relax so you can take my cock.”
He stills, holding himself above me on those strong biceps. His chest flexes, and the muscles from his neck to his shoulders ripple with use.
“How’d you come up with the name Kyle?” he asks.
I laugh. “You’re asking me that now?”
And with my laughter, he fills me to the root, his heavy balls slapping me when he does.
“Oh God.” It’s the only thing I can say.
“Fuck me. I didn’t think you could be more beautiful. Truly. But the expression on your face and watching your eyes roll back in ecstasy. I was flat out wrong. Damn, woman. Are you trying to ruin me?”
I hold his eyes for one second before looking away. I’ve ruined enough. I won’t ruin Layton Ranger too.
“You need to move, Layton.”
“If you say so.” He pistons in and out of me, searing me with his heat.
Pleasure mixes with a hint of pain at his size.
I focus everything I can on the pressure that builds inside me, the delicious slide of him, the heat of him.
How the crown of his cock rubs all the right places and bumps into that spot—the one no one can ever find, creating in me an explosion in the making.
Can you die from an orgasm? Shatter into so many pieces that it breaks you?
He stops abruptly, inside me, around me, over me. His eyes are intense, boring holes through me. He waits, staring. “Where’d you go?”
“I’m here.”
“Nope. You were, but you left.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“And now you’re lying.” He withdraws entirely, and I whimper at his exit. My body misses his already. His blunt head stretches me when he pulls out.
He rolls over onto the bed and lifts an arm to cover his eyes.
“I’m not lying.”
Silence.
With all the boldness I possess, I crawl over him, position him at my entrance and sink down to take all of him.
His groan mingles with my moan. I do it again, and he bucks up into me, jolting me, taking control, refusing to let me dictate the pace or the depth. I get four strokes before he flips us again, throwing my ankles over his shoulders, and drills me deep.
“Look at me, Livy. I want to watch your face as I fuck that sweet cunt.” He looks down as if to verify it’s still there. “I want to see your face when I take you over the edge with my cock. I’m going to take in every moment of us being connected like this and you’re—”
Slam.
“Going.”
Slam.
“To.”
Slam.
“Let.”
Slam.
“Me.”
Slam.
“I’m close, Layton.”
“I know, baby. I can feel it.” He levers up higher on his knees, rolling my knees farther to my ears and thumbs my clit as he takes me in hard, sharp downward thrusts.
I clench and explode, falling into oblivion. “Look at me, Livy.” I drag my eyes to his, fighting to keep them open as everything inside me clenches and throbs. I scream when I feel something I never have deep in my core, rippling and waving.
Layton never stops. He pistons his hips, hitting my G-spot, causing me to spasm, all the while still rubbing my clit, sending sparks over my skin.
“Too much. It’s too much. I— I—”
The waves just don’t stop. His strokes are stretching them out.
His face above me is intense. He stares down into my eyes like he’s confused or puzzling something together that he hasn’t quite worked out.
He tosses one of my legs to his other shoulder so they’re both together, crossed at the knees. “You’re so tight. It feels so fucking good. I…”
“Come, Layton. Let go with me and take your pleasure.”
And he does. A few more strokes and he plants himself to the root and shouts my name. His eyes never waver as they hold mine.
He collapses on top of me, a shiver running through him, still inside me as his orgasm works out of his body.
Warm lips caress my shoulder and trail to my ear. “You’re fucking perfect, Pix. How will I ever resist you?”
I stiffen and look away. Of course, he’d be thinking how to leave while he’s still inside me.
A strong palm turns my face to his. “What?”
I shrug and shake my head.
“Not a chance, Olivia. Talk to me.”
I clench around him, hoping to distract him. The groan I pull from his chest is worth it, and he pushes in a little deeper.
“I wish I could describe what you feel like inside me. Brutal beauty and perfect fullness. It’s like hunger and satisfaction at the same time.”
“I can’t explain how you feel around my cock,” he whispers. “A velvet vise. I never want to leave it.”
I squeeze him again. Instead of feeling him move, he withdraws, rolling me to face him. His murmured voice is sated but serious. “What did I miss? I can’t read your mind.”
I drop my eyes, staring at his pecs, tracing my fingers around the muscle of one. “Why do you need to resist me?”
His hand stills on my face, he doesn’t lift mine to his. He waits. Who would’ve thought Layton Ranger was patient?
After several long moments, I prompt him, “Well?”
I misread his silence for patience. Persistence is a better description.
When I finally look into his eyes, they’re warm but firm. The fun, easygoing man I know has been replaced with an intense one.
“I… Have I angered you?”
He shakes his head, saying nothing.
“Why do you want to resist me?”
“Do you think I don’t want you?”
I shrug, not quite sure what’s happening here. It’s like post-coital snuggling but with word games. My eyes drop of their own volition.
“Look at me, Olivia.”
I snap up to meet his gaze.
“Can you think of no reason I should resist you?”
I hedge. I’m mellow after the orgasms, but not interested in opening myself up for rejection while I’m still naked.
And vulnerable.
“You are formidable at work. You own the rooms you walk into and not in the loud way of some who announce their presence. But in the way of a person who’s confident in who they are and what they offer.
You know your business. You don’t have to convince anyone of that.
It exudes from you. You’re playful and funny outside of work.
And you’re sexy as fuck. Speak your mind, Pix. I’m waiting.”
Well, shoot. Is that how he sees me?
I must be silent for too long, lost in my thoughts, because he rolls away from me and stalks to the bathroom.
I drop my head into my hands and regret the mess I constantly make of my life.