He must have been satisfied that I couldn’t go anywhere because his touch gentled, his lips not so bruising against mine and the hands that had held the back of my head began to shift restlessly over my body. Fingers grazed my nipples and I felt them harden, pressing firmly against the bodice of the dress I wore.
Desperate to touch him too, I reached for him, not breaking contact with his lips, my fingers gliding over the hard planes of his stomach, feeling each ridge of his abdominals. God he felt so toned and muscled. He’d look amazing naked I was sure and when he shifted closer his body against mine and I felt the impressive ridge of his erection, I knew he’d be well hung too.
When he moved his hips restlessly against me I moaned again, dropping a hand to cup him through his jeans and it was his turn to moan. I traced the length of him through the denim and he thrust into my hand his lips torn from mine and his breathing harsh.
“Fuck.” He growled as he brought his lips to my ear, nipping at the lobe and I shivered as heat exploded low in my belly. “I need to touch you; to taste you.” His breath was like fire against my skin. “Let me touch you: please.”
I whimpered in response. I knew I needed to answer him but for the life of me I couldn’t seem to make my vocal chords work for anything other than whimpers and moans. This man, my brother’s friend who was younger than me was turning me to mush. He was causing the connection between my brain and body to short circuit and I was incapable of responding in any way other than to nod.
As soon as I gave him my silent consent his hand dropped to my thigh, shoving my dress up high enough that I felt the cool breeze from the air-conditioning against my skin. His fingers roughly pushed the lace of my panties aside and my knees buckled, unable to support me when he buried two of them inside me.
I clutched at his waist, hanging onto the firm flesh I could feel beneath his tee-shirt as he plunged those fingers in and out of me, sliding his palm against me so it grazed my clit over and over.
I’d never felt anything like it. I’d never been pushed so rapidly towards an orgasm as I was now. No man had ever turned me on like this before and I couldn’t believe that the man doing it was the one man I shouldn’t be letting anywhere near me.
Ignoring the faint cries of the voice of reason inside my head, I fumbled my way to his jean’s zipper yanking it down with zero finesse. Eagerly I reached inside, a throaty moan torn from me when I felt the long, hard length of him. I felt like the air had been sucked from my lungs when I realised he was commando and for a moment I forgot to draw breath when my shaking fingers discovered he was pierced. There was a row of what looked like mini barbells running up the underside of his cock.
I opened my mouth with the intention of saying something but for the life of me I couldn’t get anything to pass by my lips. It was as if someone had cut the connection between my brain and vocal chords. I couldn’t believe it. Not only was he pierced but he walked around with that huge amount of gorgeous man meat unrestricted by boxers or briefs or anything really, other than his jeans.
I heard Shay hiss as my hand grasped him firmly, sliding up his cock until I reached the broad head, feeling the dampness on the tip. It felt strange with all the piercings snagging at my palm and acting like mini speed humps. They interfered with me caressing him but I tugged on him anyway, my head thrown back while his lips nipped and sucked their way down my neck. It was all too much with his lips on the sensitive skin at that point between my neck and my collarbone. It was overwhelming with his fingers, those wonderful, magical fingers that explored me and caressed me, working me towards a release I instinctively knew would be explosive.
“You’re going to come aren’t you?” He whispered. “I can feel you tightening around me. I wish it was this that you were squeezing with that snug little pussy of yours.” He thrust into my hand and I moaned again, my legs shaking violently when a powerful wave of pleasure surged through me.
“God…yes.” I cried, my answer telling him I was about to come. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was just that, or that I too wished it was his cock in me. More than likely it was all of the above.
With one more practiced curl of his fingers I cried out and like a line that was strung too tight I snapped, and started to come. I did more than just come. I shuddered and shook. I moaned and gasped, and I clung to him. One hand clutching his waist and the other still gripping his cock as ripple after ripple of the most intense feeling coursed through me. It was unrelenting. It was mind blowing and it truly was the most incredible orgasm I’d ever had. Nothing Jeff or any of the ones before him had ever done had been remotely close to what Shay was making me feel.
As I peaked at the most amazing high before beginning to come down from it, Shay kissed me, raining small kisses over my neck, cheek and lips. Under the light touch of his lips the trembling in my limbs began to subside although my heart still pounded out every remembered moment of my climax.
All too soon his lips left my skin and my eyes opened. His were dark with his own arousal, his breathing choppy and uneven and wanting him, needing him, I reached out to him again.
Before I could do anything though, he raised the fingers he’d had inside me and I felt a wave of heat consume me when he brought them to his mouth and sucked the moisture from them.
“You taste so sweet.” He murmured before stepping forward again and I thought for a moment he was going to let me touch him. To do something to ease his own need that was so clear for me to see. That huge cock of his still jutted out from his open jeans. Rock hard and engorged with blood. Dotted with the silver barbell piercings. The head flushed with blood and glistening with pre-cum that leaked from the slit. I so desperately wanted to make him come, to be the one who brought him pleasure.
“LYLA – YOOHOO - WHERE ARE YOU?” Sharon’s voice cut through the passion soaked atmosphere where Shay and I stood.
I saw him tense, the arousal disappearing from his eyes as swiftly as if someone had just flicked a switch. He hastily shoved his cock back in his jeans, zipping them up again so fast I worried he’d pinch the swollen flesh in the metal teeth.
“LYLA – ARE YOU HERE?” Sharon screamed out again and I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to get myself back under control.
“WE’RE IN THE KITCHEN.” I yelled back as I watched the gorgeous man before me turn back to the table where his coffee sat. He raked a hand through his hair, disturbing the neat ponytail it was in.
He didn’t bother trying to fix it. He simply took the mug to the sink and poured the coffee down the drain. His movements choppy and jerky, his expression dark, and I realised it was sexual frustration causing it. I didn’t have time to dwell on it though because my assistant burst into the small area and the moment was gone.
Sharon’s eyes shifted back and forth between the pair of us and I knew she sensed she’d walked in on something. Still, rather than asking any awkward questions she held up a box which I recognised as being from the cake shop down the road.
“I got us a coffee cake. Sorry I took so long but I ran into Janice. She’s a friend of my mother’s and the woman does love to talk.”
I shot her a smile. “It’s alright. Coffee cake sounds great.”
“I have to go.” Shay spoke over me. “I just…I just needed to be sure you were ok.”
“Well I am, thank you and thank you again for being there to help me that night.” I went through the pleasantries with him but it felt so fake after what we’d just shared.
“Good and I’m just glad I got there in time.” He said, turning towards the doorway. “I have to go.”
As he nodded at Sharon before shooting out towards the entrance to my shop, I rushed after him.
“I don’t know what to say.” I spoke softly and he hesitated, something flashing in his stunning eyes.
“Nothing; say nothing. It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have done that. You’re the forbidden fruit and I shouldn’t have taken a bite.” He murmured, closing his eyes a moment as if in pain before tur
ning and walking out the door.
Chapter Ten
Lyla
“Holy hell, now that was intense.” Sharon’s voice sounded almost reverent when she spoke behind me after Shay had left.
“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to play dumb.
She made a snorting sound. “Don’t try and tell me nothing happened. You could cut the air between you two and anyway,” she pointed to my neck, “you have gravel rash.”
I slapped a hand to my neck and I could feel my cheeks heating as Sharon stared at me – trying hard not to laugh at my obvious discomfort.
“Bloody hell. Is it bad?” I asked.
“You’re going to have a good old fashioned hickey there by the looks of things. So that is the famous Shay? The one who saved you from being raped? He’s your brother’s friend and the one they call a Sex God?” She fanned herself frantically. “Hot damn; I can understand why. The man is a walking orgasm. You see him: you come. It’s that simple.”
I couldn’t help laughing at Sharon’s description of Shay. She was pretty accurate. He was also good with his hands as he’d demonstrated. If my assistant hadn’t come back when she did, I had a feeling I’d have let more than his fingers inside my pussy. We’d come so close. I’d had my hands on him and damn the man was hung like a horse alright. That thing inside his jeans was a beast and he didn’t even keep it contained. I’d nearly combusted on the spot when I realised he didn’t have any underwear on.
“What did he do to you while I was out buying cake?” Sharon asked, her eyes narrowed at me. “Don’t tell me nothing either. You looked flushed. You still do, and there’s something about you, something in your eyes.” She tapped a finger on her chin. “Not to mention him. The tension coming off him when he stormed out of here; phew.” She fanned herself.
“He kissed me.” I reluctantly confessed.
Sharon’s eyes widened. “Oh my god – really? I’m guessing he’s damn good at it too if the colour in your cheeks is any indication.”
“Too good at it. He’s too damn good with everything for that matter.” I sighed. “Nothing’s going to happen though. He’s my brother’s friend and he’s younger than me by three years.”
“You’re not seriously going to use the age difference as an obstacle?” She scoffed. “It’s three years. That’s nothing.”
“It’s not just the age difference Sharon. He’s not a relationship kind of guy. How do you think he earned the name of Sex God? It’s because he has sex with numerous women, but only for one night. Maybe not even for a night. I’ve always been in relationships.” I sighed. “Would you believe my brother suggested I have a thing with Shay? He seems to think I have had nothing but dull boyfriends and that Shay might be able to give me something I need. Ha. An orgasm or two and then he’s gone? I concede the man is hot. He’s probably the hottest man I’ve ever seen but I’m not sure I’m cut out for one night. What if he’s good and I want more? I’d have to put up with running into him when he comes to the apartment and it would get really awkward.”
Sharon was silent for a moment. “Don’t shoot me, but your brother is right. Steve was pretty dull and Jeff,” she rolled her eyes, “that man had about as much passion as a well-used dishcloth.”
“Why is everyone choosing now to tell me I date boring men? Why did no one warn me of this while I was actually dating them?”
“Well that would be just plain rude now, wouldn’t it?” She grinned. Her expression sobered. “If I was a single woman I’d be climbing that man like a bloody tree and taking what I could get and hang the consequences. A chance to be fucked by a man like him? Maybe you’ll be the one that breaks his one night stand record? I saw his expression when he left. He wants you and you said he kissed you, so he’s clearly interested.”
“He doesn’t want me Sharon. He told me he doesn’t get involved with women for anything more than one night. He went as close to saying he wouldn’t touch me because he doesn’t want to have to deal with me if my heart gets involved. I guess he sees me as the clingy type. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t touch me if I came gift wrapped with a huge bow around me and a two week holiday in Hawaii thrown in for good measure.”
Sharon snickered. “So why was he here kissing you then? That doesn’t sound like the actions of a man who doesn’t want to get involved. Ok, so it seems he’s fighting it but trust me if he didn’t want you Lyla, he wouldn’t have rushed out of here with an erection so hard he could hire that thing out to be used on demolition sites.”
I laughed at her words. “You noticed that?” I asked.
“It was kind of hard to miss even allowing for the brief glimpse I got when he took off.”
“You shouldn’t have been looking.” I raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re a married woman.”
“I’m married, not dead or blind for that matter.”
“Ugh, enough of Shay. Let’s have cake.” I told her, smiling brightly, determined not to give that gorgeous man any more of my time despite the fact he’d just been here kissing me and giving me the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
Shay
By the time I got back to my car after leaving Lyla I felt like I was going to explode. What the hell had I been thinking kissing her and touching her like that? She was exactly what I’d referred to her as, ‘the forbidden fruit.’ She was everything I normally went above and beyond to avoid. I should have just checked she was ok and gotten the hell out of there. It would have been much kinder on my dick.
Climbing behind the wheel I winced as the denim of my jeans tightened over my erection. I plucked at the fabric trying to ease the pressure but it was futile. I needed to jack off and soon if I wanted any kind of relief.
I raked a hand through my hair and caught a trace of the lingering scent of Lyla on my fingers. Unable to help myself and knowing I was adding to my torture I brushed them under my nose, inhaling the smell of her. Her pussy was sweet, intoxicating, a temptation I had to ignore. Of course that didn’t stop the images filling my head of her face as she’d come and the sounds that she’d made. Watching her had been incredibly sexy. It had been a huge turn on and my ultimate sacrifice. I’d gotten her off but been left hard and aching for my own release. If her assistant hadn’t come back? Would I have let her get me off?
Lyla was seriously fucking up my sex life. She’d denied me Lisa that night at the club although technically blaming her for that wasn’t fair. She would have been raped if we hadn’t been there but I’d gone home without a pussy for the night.
Since that night, I hadn’t bothered going anywhere. Why? I wasn’t sure. Maybe it was because I was concerned about how she was after being drugged and ending up in hospital. Maybe it was the frustration I felt that Leo wouldn’t let me see her.
Maybe that’s why I’d felt compelled to see her today but that sure as hell didn’t explain why I’d kissed her. I had to stay away from her. She screamed relationships and that was something I didn’t do. I had no desire to ever do the relationship thing. I’d seen what relationships did to people. They went to shit and sooner or later someone wanted out. In my mother’s case, she’d chosen death as the way to escape my father. My – fucking – father.
I brought my palms down on the steering wheel. Why was I even thinking about this? My mother was dead. My father was the asshole to end all assholes and with all the fucked up genes I had, I already knew I’d never be able to commit to one person.
But thinking about Lyla - tasting her - smelling her - listening to the sounds she made when she came made my cock throb. Fuck it, I needed pussy and I needed it now. Stuff going home to wank like a loser. I wanted to fuck not jerk off. Pussy was a more tempting proposition than my hand. With the decision made, I started my car and pulled out into the traffic heading for the city.
Several hours later I was wound up tighter than a bow after seeing Lyla earlier. I could have come home and jerked off but instead I’d settled for a cold shower and prepared to go to the club to pick up pussy, determined
not to let the silvery haired beauty mess with my head. Now with my intended conquest preceding me, I unlocked my apartment and waved her inside.
“Wow, this is nice.” The slightly nasally sounding voice of the dark blonde woman grated on my senses as I watched her looking around. Despite the apartment being nothing more than my fuck pad I had made an effort to make it look like I lived in it, and it had been professionally decorated.
“Do you want something to drink?” I made the token gesture to be hospitable but really I just wanted to get her naked and find some much needed release in her.
Fortunately she must have wanted to fuck as badly as I needed to because she shook her head and instead advanced on me. “Sugar, all I want is you out of those clothes.”
“Now that I can do.” I said, taking her hand and dragging her towards the bedroom.
She resisted me though and I frowned as I turned back to her. “I want to fuck here - up against the glass - looking out the window.” She told me.
I frowned and then smiled. I wasn’t used to women telling me how they wanted it. I usually told them how it would be but after walking around with a hard on for hours following the time I’d been to see Lyla I probably would have fucked in the middle of the damn road if it meant getting my rocks off.
“Take your clothes off then.” I ordered, already reaching to unbuckle my belt. When she smiled and began stripping, I watched her as I too shed my shirt, jeans, socks and shoes.
When we were both finally naked, I let my eyes drift over her body. She was built like an athlete, lean but toned. An intricate vine shaped tattoo curled around one breast and worked its way across her stomach where it then wrapped around her lower back.
She was attractive but as I stared at her something felt off with me. Wavering for a moment, wondering why I wasn’t leaping on this woman and fucking her brains out, I fought to push down the image that blurred with her features: Lyla.
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