134. Brutal Pleasure
brUTAL PLEASURE
LIVY
We stumble into the house, stripping clothes as we go.
“Where?”
“Anywhere. Everywhere,” he answers.
I lean over the kitchen island. “Here?”
The growl behind me makes me want to giggle. It also makes me want to run. The downside is Kyle thinks it’s a game, too, and begins springing until I open the door, allowing him to run and do his one big lap to burn off some energy.
Layton corners me at the living room French doors.
I can see his reflection in the glass and feel his thick cock on my back.
“Kitchen sex is a yes. So is up-against-the-door sex. But tonight is you-under-me sex. Gonna exhaust you, baby. If you want a shower, do it now. Once I get my hands on you, I’m not letting you up for air. ”
His voice is playful, but the kisses he trails down my neck are definitely going somewhere. His huge hands splay over my belly, and the tips of his fingers dip under the waistband of my pants.
I push back into his body, giving him more room between me and the door to access what he’s aiming for.
“I changed my mind. No time for a shower. I’ll get Kyle. You get naked and get in bed.”
“But—”
He pulls my body deep into his as he speaks. “Baby, I just found my way home. I want to be buried there so deep I can’t remember when I was homeless. And I want you to feel me so deep inside you that you don’t remember what it was like to be empty.”
“I’ll meet you in bed, then.” I step out of my pants and drop my shirt on the floor to walk stark naked through the kitchen to our bedroom, calling over my shoulder, “Don’t be long.”
I duck into the shower and rinse off since it takes Layton way longer than I’d hoped. I come out wrapped in a towel to find him staring out the back door, one hand scratching Kyle as his tail sweeps the floor.
“Layton?”
He turns a serious face on me. I extend a hand. “Come to bed, handsome. Need to feel you slide home.”
He checks the lock on the door, hits the lights, and tells Kyle to go to bed. He stalks toward me and tugs the towel until it hits the floor.
His hands hit my jaws, and he tilts my mouth up to his in a brutal kiss. I reach for his waistband and tug down his joggers, palming his hot erection.
He steps out of his shoes and lets his pants fall to the floor, pushing his cock into my hand.
He’s too much for one hand—his length, his girth, the shape of his tip. I moan as I stroke him.
He breaks the kiss long enough to rip his shirt over his head and lay me on the bed. He crawls over me without a word, holds my eyes, and positions his cock at my entrance. I wrap my legs around his back and lift to meet him.
When he won’t come inside, I reach between us to guide him. He clamps his eyes shut, and his jaw clenches.
“Layton?”
“I’m sorry I hurt you, Pix. I’m sorry for everything I put you through. I—” He opens his eyes and holds mine as he slides inch by inch inside me until he’s fully seated.
My nose warms, and I fight tears.
He drags out of me so slowly before gliding back in just as measured.
“You feel so good. I can’t explain it. So tight, so slick.
I’ve never, except for earlier with you, ever been like this.
It’s brutal pleasure and exquisite pain.
” He pulls out again, twisting his hips before sliding to the end of me.
“I wish there were words to explain…”
“Don’t hold back. Take what you need, Layton.”
“I have what I need. I have you.” His mouth comes to mine, slow and languid.
When he pulls back, a grin plays at his mouth. “Did I ever tell you about after our first meeting in your office?”
I shake my head.
“Well, you’re hot as fuck. And your body is freaking amazing.
I’m sure you said something wonderful and brilliant, but I wanted to suck your tits until they pebbled and run my tongue along the ridges of your abs.
” He keeps stroking me deep, building a beautiful orgasm inside me.
“I’m not being sexist. It wasn’t like I wrote off what was between your ears for what was between your legs, but I left with a semi.
It didn’t get to full mast because I spent half the time trying to think of things that are boner killers. ”
I laugh, and the movement changes his rhythm. He gets faster, more erratic.
“What did you think of me?”
“I thought you were arrogant, but that if I gave you enough time, you’d come back. You’re too smart and competitive not to take every advantage when it’s given.”
“You didn’t think about what it would be like between us?”
“Not at that first meeting, no.” I lift one leg higher on his back, mentally registering it’s his stronger side.
“The second?”
“I knew there was a problem when you rebuffed me at the club.”
He stops mid-glide. “I never rebuffed you.”
“You said something like you thought I was sexy from afar but didn’t know it was me. The fact that hurt told me I cared more about your opinion than I should.” I reach to pull his butt toward me, lifting my hips. “Don’t stop.”
He starts to move. “I’ve got to tell you, I read that whole conversation way differently. I wanted you. I wanted to dance with you and touch you, and when I discovered I couldn’t… Let’s just say I spent time thinking of ways to tame my cock that night too.”
“Do you know how hard it was not to touch you in yoga class? Move faster or touch my clit, Layton. I want to come.”
“Patience, grasshopper.” He slides a hand under my waist, changing the angle.
“Oh, God.”
“That’s better. I love when you call me a god. You failed, by the way. How many other students did you reposition in yoga?”
“Only the women.”
“So just me? I’m the one you couldn’t not touch.” His thrusts have gotten hard and fast.
“Uh-huh.”
“Say it, Olivia.”
“Only you, Layton. Only you I wanted to touch. Only you I wanted to take to bed. Only you were worth risking my job.” I laugh, and that drags a groan from him. He pistons his hips, hell-bent on winning a race. “Only you were worth leaving my job. Leaving my home. Only you were worth the risk.”
“I don’t know what I did in my life to deserve you—” He releases my back and finds my clit, strumming me like an instrument. “But I’ll work every day to earn it.”
“I’m close. I’m going to come. Just a little bit mo… Ah.” Ripples of pleasure pulse through my body, from my core, through my womb. My clit is hot. My nipples could cut glass, and my body is riding a wave that dominates most of my senses.
“I want to feel you come on my cock every day of my life. I— Fuck.” He plants himself to the root, deep inside me, and heat floods my center. Layton’s cock jerks inside me.
He resumes his gliding.
When I open my eyes, I’m staring into the eyes of the most remarkable man I’ve ever met.
“Marry me.”
Layton
Livy’s eyes go huge. Until tears fill them and spill over the edges.
Fuck. That slipped out. I meant it. I mean it. But did I mess this up? Shit. I can’t very well say never mind. Did she want something more romantic? Bigger scale? Like they do in the movies.
“Yes.”
The laugh that bursts from me is pure joy, absolute fucking elation. I dip to kiss her and feel my cock stiffen. My laughter made her tits bounce, and now I want to watch them.
“I hope you’re not too sore because I want you to ride me, baby.”
“I probably won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Then we best make the most of tonight.” I slide out of her, and she moans. That sound is enough to send blood back to my dick. I roll to my back and prop my head on a pillow. “Come here.”
She crawls over to me and straddles my abs. She’s so petite and has to stretch wide to accommodate me. Wetness pools on my belly, and when I see my cum dripping from her, I lose my mind.
I run my fingers from her clit to her pussy and back again until I’m fingering her cunt, trying and failing to push my cum back inside her. My cock is all about the view and the fucking possessive thought of stuffing Livy full of my cum. It bobs between us, a compass needle seeking true north.
“I’m not going to last long with you playing with me like that.”
“I’m not going to last long with the view. Climb on, Livy, and ride me hard and fast. I want to watch you take your pleasure.”
Holding my eyes, she reaches behind herself and positions my cock, but instead of sinking onto it, she rubs the head against her clit, rocking until she can’t keep her eyes open. My dick is playing peekaboo with me between her lips, and I may explode on my own chest if I watch too long.
I reach up and take her tits in my hands, rolling the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers until she moans. When I pinch, her eyes shoot open, and she goes practically feral.
“I need to be inside you, baby. I’ll blow my load another day just watching you masturbate yourself on my cock, but not tonight. She pulls forward, almost kissing me, and pushes fully onto my cock in one solid stroke.
“Oh. My. God.”
“So full. So full.” She bounces hard and deep on me, and I reach for her clit.
It takes very few strokes of her clit and very few slides of my cock until we both come again. She collapses on my chest and kisses my breastbone before dragging in a deep heaving breath.
I thrust as much as I can from below her, just stretching out what has become my very favorite thing in the world.
I pull out, watching her eyes as she loses my dick. The beauty on her face as my cock moves inside her… I’ll never not want to watch it. I slide her off me and head to the bathroom. I clean myself off and grab a warm, wet washcloth and do the same for her.
When I slide into bed, I roll into her body and spoon her deep.
I rest my lips on the nape of her neck and plant a kiss there as I splay a hand on her abs. “Tell me a secret, Pix”
“I’m scared by how big my feelings are for you.” She yawns. “Tell me a secret, Layton.”
“Every moment of those twenty-eight days was worth it to come home to you.”
I wake as the sun rises and look down at the woman sound asleep in my bed. My equal. My everything. My fiancée.
I slide out of bed to make coffee and let Kyle out to explore and empty his bladder.