Layers

by Alexander, TL

  “Those are the important things?”

  “Hell yes. It’s the little things that really make us who we are. So it’s the little things that really matter.”

  “Okay Ms. Keith, what are the little things that you know about me?”

  “Okay, Mr. Ryan. I know, that you secretly like romantic comedies and girl bands. I know you like to sleep on the right side of the bed. You talk in your sleep. You’ll only wear one brand of boxer-briefs. You can’t stand it when your sock seams aren’t aligned perfectly. I know you miss your parents and think about them every day. You love rollercoasters. You hate for people to stand behind you. Someday you would like to ride your Harley to Sturgis. When you like a song you play it over and over. You love the smell of my hair. During boring meetings you draw buildings on paper or play poker on your laptop. And I know of at least five of your ticklish spots.”

  “I had no idea, that you knew those things about me?”

  “I know because little things do matter. You could tell me that you loved me, and it would matter. But telling me that you know I have a philtrum fetish mean just as much to me.”

  Jaxson, stops eating (thank fuck), and walks around his desk and pulls me out of my chair and onto a sofa, and then plants his ass next to mine.

  “You’re weird, Lex.”

  “Well, thank you, Jax. Fucked up and weird. Words every girl wants to hear.”

  “I didn’t mean, in a bad way. I guess I should have said, you’re not like most of the women I know. You really don’t care about all the…fluff do you?”

  “Fluff?”

  “Yeah, money, position, looks—the fluff.”

  “I wouldn’t say, I don’t care. I just don’t think, they mean anything if you don’t have…the non-fluff-stuff.”

  He takes my hand and entwines our fingers. “I know it’s hard for you to be here. But I love having you here. I want you to see this part of my life. To see what really matters to me.”

  He cups his hands under my chin and looks into my eyes. “Lex, what are we going to do.”

  “You, mean about us.”

  “Yes. Things between us have to change.”

  He drops his hands and I wipe some cinnamon from the corner of his mouth.

  “I agree and I’ve been thinking.”

  “He rolls his eyes.

  “Hey, thinking isn’t a bad thing.”

  “When it’s not you, maybe.”

  “Smart ass. Do you want to know or not?”

  He sits back into the sofa. “Okay, Lex, tell me what you’ve been thinking.”

  “See, that wasn’t so hard. I was thinking maybe…maybe me being here could be a while in Rome kind of thing.”

  “What?”

  “For a smart guy, you’re pretty dense sometimes.”

  He thinks for a minute. “Oh. While in Rome…you mean we could…”

  “Yeah, we could.” I raise a horny brow.

  “Hell, yeah, I’m all over that. But…”

  “But…?”

  “But it can’t end like Dublin, Lex. It’s not going to be a one-night thing then…see ya later dude. I said things need to change, and I meant it.”

  “I know. I wasn’t proposing that it should be a one-nighter. I think you need to understand something Mr. Ryan. I was just as affected by that night as you were. I ended it because I cared about you.”

  “Lex, I…”

  “No Jax, let me finish. I know you don’t get it. And I don’t want to get into it now. All you need to know is that if we do this… I’m committed. I want…us. All I ask, is that you understand, that I have issues…”

  “Yeah, you think and talk to much.”

  “Jax, I’m serious.”

  “I know, babe, I’m sorry.”

  “All I ask is that you understand that I need time to work out some of these issues. And that I’m scared shitless.”

  “Babe, I’m just as scared. I’m scared you’ll leave me again. So, I need you to promise not to give up on us. Can you do that?”

  “I promise, if you promise.”

  “Okay, so we’re good babe?”

  “Yeah, all’s good.

  JANE LIKE TARZAN

  Jaxson pulls me—no…drags me up the stairs. I take two—three steps at a time in an effort to keep up. When we reach his bedroom he scoops me up and then tosses me onto his bed.

  I laugh because being tossed on a bed is fun. You should try it.

  “Why are you in such a hurry?” I ask.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. My balls are so big and blue I could bowl with them. Hell, we could join a league. It was hell having you a few doors down from me the last couple of nights. It’s been awhile since the best night of my life. I’m not waiting a second longer for it to be the best afternoon of my life.”

  “Dublin was the best night of your life?”

  “Hands down.”

  My eyes begin to cloud over and I bite my lip.

  “Don’t you dare cry on me.”

  I bite down harder. “Okay.” I suck in a breath.

  He pulls out his wallet and goes through it. ”Fuck!”

  He throws it on a bedside table and stomps toward the in-suite bathroom then turns around. “Don’t go anywhere! Don’t move a muscle, an inch, millimeter a…just don’t move.”

  He disappears into the bathroom and I hear him rummage through cabinets and drawers. “Fuck!” He shouts.

  He reappears tugging on his hair.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m trying to find a condom or preferably…condoms.”

  “Oh. What about the bedside tables?”

  “No. I never have sex in this bed, this room, not even in this house.”

  Wow. A girl can never hear those words enough. Like never ever.

  He gives me a hopeful look. “What about you?”

  “Seriously?” I point out my tee and pocket less yoga pants. He points to my bra. “Yeah, I usually tuck one in my bra. Dammit—the one time I forget.”

  “Don’t be a smart ass. What about your room?”

  “Sorry. Only batteries are required for what I’ve been doing in there.”

  He starts to pace then stops. “Lane!” he yells. “I’ll be right back.”

  He runs out the door and slams it shut. Two seconds later it flies open.

  “Don’t you dare move…an inch and all that stuff I said before.”

  “I won’t. I promise.” He nods, and then the door slams behind him.

  A few minutes later the door flies open and he walks—no bounces in, waving his bounty. He dribbles the condoms like some kind of yoyo-basketball.

  “He shoots!”

  A dozen or so condoms fly through the air and land on the bed.

  “He scores!”

  “And the crowd goes wild!”

  I look at the pile of condoms. “You must think you’ll be scoring double digits.”

  He gives me a sexy, suggestive grin. “I plan on shooting three pointers all afternoon, and all night.”

  I lift a brow. “Lane gave you a hard time, huh?”

  “Yeah, the asshat made me beg. So I grabbed every condom he had and ran.”

  He kicks off his shoes and pulls off his sweater. He pauses.

  “What are you waiting for?”

  “I don’t know. This just feels rushed—fast.”

  “So?”

  “We haven’t even kissed.”

  “So?”

  “A little foreplay would be nice.”

  “That will come later, all I want now is to fuck you fast and hard.”

  “Wow, and they say romance is dead.”

  “I’ll give you romance and foreplay. I’ll kiss, lick and suck every perfect inch of you. Fuck first. Play later.”

  I laugh because I can and it was funny. “Okay, Tarzan.”

  He rips off his T-shirt and I scan his drool-worthy chest. Okay I’m starting to feel it. He steps out of his jeans and then his boxer briefs. Oh yeah, I’
m feelin’ it. To hell with foreplay. I rip off my runners, then my clothes in world record time.

  I sit on the edge of the bed and take in the magnificence before me. I suck in a breath and as I exhale I feel my nipples harden and moisture pool between my legs. Holy hell—I feel like I’m on page seventy of a romance novel. You know where the good stuff starts.

  He rips open a condom with his teeth and then slowly rolls it on. He lifts a brow and gifts me the sexiest grin ever. Then he prowls toward me. Yes, I said prowls. He is Tarzan, after all.

  “Jane like Tarzan,” he purrs as he pushes me down into the mattress.

  “Jane like Tarzan. Jane forget. Tarzan hung.”

  He gives me a self-congratulatory grin as he nudges my legs apart with his knees. He leans over me. Our eyes lock and as he enters me my vision blurs. Fuck me. I’m dripping but his cock is an overachiever, it’s freakin’ huge.

  He backs out. “God you’re so wet for me but you’re so fucking tight.”

  “I was doing okay.”

  “Lex that was just the tip.”

  “Oh. Then you better go slow. Like real slow. It’s been awhile.”

  “How long?”

  “Well…Dublin.”

  “Really? Dublin.”

  “Really.”

  He spreads my legs wide. Dammit. I feel like I’m doing the Chinese splits.

  “Are you ready?”

  “I think so. Yeah. I’m good.” My eyes drift close when I feel him enter me slowly.

  “Lex, look at me.”

  I open my eyes.

  “Don’t take your eyes of mine. Even for a second.”

  I nod.

  He pushed into me with more force. As he fills me I swell around him. When he’s fully seated I feel a throbbing burn that resides somewhere between pleasure and pain. Holy Hell! I don’t remember him being so thick. And what the hell? Did my vag shrink like five sizes? I’ve wanted him, us—for so long. Now that I’m here I can barely breathe.

  He begins to pull out. I close my eyes.

  “Lex. Eyes.”

  I open them and look into his.

  “Are you okay babe?” he whispers.

  “All’s good,” I whisper.

  He pulls out to the tip then plunges back. It takes everything I have to keep my eyes on his.

  After a couple of minutes my eyes are open but everything is a blur. I bite the inside of my cheek. Flashes of old memories spark. I blink. What the fuck?

  Memories of my lost virginity invade my brain. Hell if I know why. I’m so fucking weird. The yearning, the anticipation, the thrill of the unknown—then it happened. The deed was done and I felt cheated. I wanted a redo, a rewind. The thrill was gone as they say. Where was the unforgettable fuckin’-fantastic-orgasm? All I got was an incredibly unfulfilling painful invasion. I’d willingly given my virginity away, but I wanted it back.

  My memories fade to black. My vision clears and I watch as Jaxson’s pupils begin to dilate with lust, and love. Love—Holy hell. Then it all connects—the yearning, the anticipation, the thrill of the unknown—a new beginning, like a virgin. But this time I won’t feel cheated. I’ll get my fuckin'-fantastic-orgasm.

  “Babe, are you with me?” He breathes out.

  “Yeah, I’m with you.”

  “I thought I’d lost you there for a minute.”

  Okay, add “mind reader” to his list of abilities.

  “You’re so fucking tight. Do I need to slow things down?”

  “No…don’t. It would be a shame and a major disappointment. I want my hard and fast fuck.”

  He groans. “You devastate me Alexia. Do you know that?”

  “Yes, I know.” I squeeze his ass, coaxing him to move. He circles his hips, sliding over my swollen clit. The burn fades and I moan.

  “God, that feels incredible” he hisses, circling over my clit again.

  I squeeze his ass this time embedding my nails. He moans low and deep and picks up the pace.

  Each time he pulls out I feel a hollow emptiness. When he pushes back in I feel an abundant completeness. Our eyes dance in complete synchronization: swaying, dipping, spinning. I hear a buzzing in my ears as I watch his pupils dilate and his irises fade.

  I’m close. My fuckin-fantastic-orgasm stands at the intersection, impatiently waiting for the light to change. I groan. He moans. I feel his cock inflate and lengthen. How is that even fucking possible? Then as promised the rocking turns into a hard and fast fucking.

  “Fuck” I hiss and pull him closer.

  Then, in a flash the light turns red and I walk—no run—across the intersection. When I reach the other side my orgasm tosses me in the air and I fly. My vision blurs and I float. When my focus returns I tilt my wings and prepare for landing. As I’m making my approach I feel his balls swell and slap into me.

  He breathes out a deep moan. “Fuuuuuck—you feel so fucking fantastic.”

  I smile. Yeah, he’s going to get his fuckin’-fantastic-orgasm, too.

  He starts to pound into me so hard my teeth hum, and my body melts, then molds into the mattress. His jaw tightens, his teeth clench, he throws his head back and I feel the warmth of his liquid release flow into the barrier.

  He continues to pound, circle and grind into me, never losing his rhythm. I know what he wants and he won’t stop until he gets it. I’m one lucky bitch because he is my stubborn persistent man. My man?

  I’m fucking close, and then he commands me to come. I was never good with commands but things change.

  “Lex. Come for me baby. Come now.

  I spread my wings and fly back across the intersection and leap into my second fuckin’-fantastic-orgasm.

  I feel my grin press against his lips. He ends the kiss and slowly pulls out of me. I moan my displeasure.

  “Tarzan fuck. Now play. Jane play?”

  “Yes, Tarzan. Jane play.”

  THE DILEMMA

  Ten days, four hours and ten minutes later. I’m in a dilemma. Or is it I’m having a dilemma? Whatever. I feel something hot, hard and huge (three words we all love) pressing against my crack and lower back.

  Now I know you’re saying or thinking—why the fuck is this a dilemma? So here’s the thing. I’ve just fucked, and preformed acrobatic feats never known to man—for twelve freakin’ hours—not seeing the dilemma yet? Boy, you’re slow.

  Okay, I fucked and other stuff with Jaxson Mega Hung Ryan. Now you’re catching on. You’re a lot smarter that you look.

  Remember major man wood pressing between my ass cheeks. Remember fucking said major man wood for twelve hours. You got it…I’m hurting. Every bone and non-bone in my body is on fire. I just moved my right little piggy and now I can barely breathe.

  So what do I do? You know, when he wakes up. Because he will wake up—it’s inevitable. I could pray for a mini coma but it’s futile. He’s going to wake up and he’s going to want to do it—multiple times. I don’t want to be wuss and I don’t what to see the look of disappointment in his beautiful eyes when I say. “Baby I’m so sorry, but I just can’t. Rain check?” I can’t do it. I’ve disappointed him so many times in the past.

  Okay, it looks like I’ll need a plan, and fast, because he’s stirring.

  I feel his warm breath on my neck.

  “Good morning.” He breathes into my ear, and it’s the most amazing sleepy man voice—ever.

  Shit. Fuck. Shit. I’m in trouble.

  He pulls me into him. Now his hugeness is all but up my butt.

  “Good morning.” I breathe out. Holy shit if I don’t have the sexiest morning voice—ever. Crap, I all but make myself come. Just kidding.

  He rolls me over, and now we’re forehead-to-forehead—nose-to-nose—and I’m praying that the fairy of morning mouth has sprinkled some magical, minty mouthwash dust onto my tongue.

  He smiles. That’s a good sign. Right? Then he presses his lips to mine and he doesn’t pull away repulsed. He’s tongue is now tracing my lower lip, and continues onto my uppe
r, then slides in. Thank you fairy of morning mouth.

  I let my tongue tangle with his. It’s lazy and loving and I feel my toes curl.

  Ouch!

  Our mouths begin to melt into each other. He moans. I moan. The pulsing pain between my legs goes warp speed into pleasure, and then the floodgates open. Holy shit.

  Jax grabs a condom and slides it on. Then he slides on top of me and spreads me wide with his hips. He enters me and I suck in a breath, bracing for the pain. But it doesn’t come. My sex endorphins have taken over. Thank fuck. That entire dilemma worry and panic were for nothing. I’m such a spaz.

  He takes our hands and entwines them. Don’t you just love that word? Entwines.

  His lips peel away from mine. That’s when I realized that my eyes were closed. I open them and see the look in his eyes. How can I even put it into words, words that you’d understand? Hell, I’m not sure there are any. So I won’t, I’ll just let you fill in the blanks.

  Our eyes never part. There is this overwhelming sense of oneness—one melting into one becoming one. I’m afraid that if I blink he’ll disappear and I’ll be alone, truly alone. It’s at this very moment that I realized how much power he has over me. I’ve just let him into that space. You know that space don’t you? We all have one. The space so deep, yet so close to the surface—you feel it but you can’t see it. It’s a space filled with insecurities, utter confusion and aching need. It fucking terrifies you to let anyone get near it and if they touch it you might just die, or wish you had.

  And then he moves. It’s unhurried, and gentle, almost to the point of agony. We both let out a long sigh. Our eyes remain locked—we utter no words.

  As his pulsating cock slides though my wet and swollen walls—reaching the end—I melt. He pulls out then glides back in. He’s filling me, with more than his body, and it’s just too much, I blink, and then close my eyes.

  I’ll let him in—but I can’t let him touch. I just can’t—not yet. So I keep my eyes shut and just feel his body moving within mine. His breath caresses my cheek, then his lips lock onto mine and I smile into them.