He stopped following me and I was forced to stop too when his fingers tightened around my hand. “Is that all you want from me? You just want to fuck?”
I laughed at the absurdity of his words. “Well, you are the Sex God. Fucking is what you do.” When he shot me a look that indicated he wasn’t impressed with my comment, I felt a strange need to reassure him. “No, but I don’t think you want what I want all the same.”
Something flashed in his eyes and was gone again. “I don’t fully understand what is going on with me. What I want. All I know is I want you. What that means exactly, I’m not sure. I’m beginning to realise I want things I never thought I would but it would be unfair of me to expect something when I am unworthy of it.”
I sighed, searching Shay’s face, trying to figure out why the man would consider himself unworthy of anything he might desire.
“Do you still want me or has your motor stopped revving?” I asked, winking at him, trying to lighten his sudden, pensive mood.
It must have worked because he shot me a lazy grin, his eyelids lowering until he was looking at me from narrow slivers of those silvery blue eyes. Tugging on my hand caused me to stumble against him and I felt his arms close around my waist, one hand slipping down to cup my ass and when he pulled me into his body, I felt the unmistakable ridge of his erection through our clothing.
“You tell me sexy girl. Is my motor still revving?” He thrust, grinding against me. Having him do that was driving me crazy. No one could turn me on like this man could.
Pulling his head down, I pressed my lips to his briefly. “Good, come on then.” Grabbing his hand again, I hauled him through the kitchen and office area at the back of the shop, past the area where I kept additional stock and through to the small bathroom right at the back.
That little voice of reason in my head was screaming at me to tread carefully. I ignored it though. I knew I was potentially setting myself up for a whole load of pain but I couldn’t help myself. Shay was my addiction and like any addict I wanted my fix of him when I could.
This felt different. He was acting differently. He’d come to see me when he could have easily turned his back on me and this pregnancy. He’d shown me a little of what went on inside him. Sure, he was still guarded about his past but if nothing else, at least I knew he hadn’t been having it off with half the female population of Tasmania since he and I had been together last.
Still, I was no fool. Things were complicated with him. He had a truckload of baggage going on and I wasn’t sure I’d ever get past all that. He lashed out in bed, he swung dramatically from one end to the other of the emotional scales. But most damaging of all was his utter conviction that he was bad, unworthy, unlovable and his belief that if I ever found out his secrets I would look at him differently. He was beautiful and under the cocky attitude there was a vulnerability about him. Of course he hid it well. It hadn’t really shown itself to me until he’d been sick and his weakened condition allowed more of what I suspected was the real man to come out.
“Take your panties off.” Shay’s urgent command brought me back to where we were and what was happening. I looked up into his stunning eyes and saw his lust for me blazing in them. Clearly, he still wanted me but there was an air of uncertainty about him as if he thought I might reject him. The cockiness, the confidence that he normally exuded was gone. Was it something about this moment or had the last few months where he’d been unable to get an erection done some damage? It had to have. His manhood and the reputation he had for being the Sex God had been stripped from him. The very thing he needed, that he hid behind to bolster his confidence was gone.
Trapped by the intensity of Shay’s eyes, I slipped my panties down my legs, letting them fall to the floor. Heat flared in those silvery blue irises and when he lowered them I let out the breath I hadn’t realised I was holding. When his hands shoved the short skirt of my dress up around my waist, I gasped, but when his fingers delved into my wet heat, I cried out, my knees shaking at how good it felt to have him touching me again.
Sure I’d masturbated over the last few months. I wasn’t interested in finding a man because I was smart enough to know that Shay had ruined me for any other when it came to sex. Although my fingers and my little battery powered friend helped with the excessive horniness caused by the pregnancy, I still missed the touch of another on me. Not just anyone’s touch of course. It was Shay’s touch that I missed so much. He was one of a kind. He was the Sex God.
“You’re so hot and wet and so fucking tight.” Shay growled as his fingers plunged inside me curling forward as he sought out my g-spot.
I whimpered, my head falling back against the wall and the action must have exposed my neck to his satisfaction because I felt his lips on the sensitive skin below my ear.
He licked and sucked at me, nipping and grazing his teeth from my ear to my collarbone, driving me crazy as every sense in my body turned on for the first time since the last time I’d seen him. His breath was scorching against my skin, each breath loud and laboured with his own arousal.
“Fuck me.” I gasped, my hands grasping his shirt before heading south, seeking out the zipper to his pants. A black leather belt was in my way so I frantically ripped it free before popping open the button and then lowering his zipper, reaching in and smiling to myself when I found his cock hard and ready, and of course not restrained by any form of underwear. “Do you ever wear underwear?” I smiled and he shook his head.
“I don’t like being restrained. Anything that feels restrictive is unpleasant for me. Plus, it’s also convenient. Like right now.” He said, pulling his cock out and lowering himself enough so he could rub the head between my legs.
Back and forth he rubbed from my aching clit to my entrance, teasing me, dipping the head in just slightly and then resuming his front to back sweeps through the moisture of my arousal.
“Shay.” I moaned, needing more, needing him, wanting him inside me, deep, deep inside me.
“What do you want sexy girl?” He asked, his breath gusting noisily in my ear.
“I told you. Fuck me.” I moaned, trying to take charge and push him inside me.
He groaned and paused, not moving. “I haven’t been inside a woman since you were in my home and trust me, jerking off just doesn’t feel as good. I know once I get inside you I’m going to blow apart. I’ll come so fucking hard that you will be full of me. I’ll be leaking out of you for the rest of the day. I don’t want a condom. You’re already pregnant. I just want you. I want to be inside you with nothing between us. You. All you.” He grunted on the last word as he hitched one of my legs up to curl around his thigh, and with me spread wide for him he rammed into me, so hard I had to reach for his shoulders to hang on.
Shay
If there was a heaven then I’d just found it. Feeling my cock sliding inside Lyla, snagging slightly on each piercing as I filled her brought me the most intense feeling I’d had in a few months.
Nothing matched how it felt. When I finally seated myself deep in her, I stopped moving, savouring the heat of her as she surrounded me, her pussy clinging to me, embracing every inch of my cock.
“Shay, please, fuck me.” Her voice called to me, tempting me to give her what she wanted but I knew if I moved too quickly, I’d blow as rapidly as a school boy being given head for the first time.
“If I don’t get myself under control Lyla, this will be all over before it even begins.” I muttered, my lips finding that sensitive spot below her ear and kissing it.
“I don’t want to wait. God you feel so good and I need you to move. Please Shay.” Her voice was pleading and it was driving me crazy to hear how much she needed me. “When I tell you I’m horny you’d better believe I mean I’m horny. These hormones are hell.” She dug her nails into my shoulders, clawing at me through my shirt and I grunted at the pain she inflicted but still I wouldn’t give her what she wanted. Lyla wasn’t getting it obviously. I was dangerously close to blowing my wad in her befo
re we’d even started to fuck. I had to get myself under control for both our sakes.
In an effort to distract her, I unbuttoned the neckline of her dress until I could slip it off her shoulders, exposing her bra to me. I silently praised whatever gods had made her wear one that opened at the front and hastily popped the clasp, watching as her breasts fell free, bigger and heavier than I remembered.
Closing my lips over one hardened peak, I lashed at it with my tongue before taking it between my teeth and biting down enough that I heard her gasp and felt her pussy clench around my cock. I repeated the process on her other nipple and when both were puckered up into hard peaks I leaned back to survey my work.
Lyla’s eyelids hung heavy as she watched me, her cheeks flushed with her arousal and I bent forward to tease her lips with mine. As she opened to me, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, rubbing it against hers, in a sensual act that mimicked what we’d soon be doing with our bodies.
Moaning, her hands raked their way through my hair, releasing it from the tie that held it in the ponytail and like an eager child with a new toy, she fisted the strands in her fingers, yanking hard.
“Such a wild, impatient girl.” I murmured when I lifted my lips from hers.
Lyla leaned away, glaring at me. “We’re running out of time. Sharon will be back soon and she might catch us like this. I don’t want to risk coitus interruptus.”
I couldn’t help myself. I laughed at her expression. The laughter was cathartic for me. Being inside her like this was a revelation. Just being around her brought everything into focus for the first time in weeks. I was here. With her. She was in my arms. She was impatient for me. She wanted me. She forgave me. God, I think she truly was prepared to forgive me for the horrible way I’d treated her. I needed her to. I needed her. It was time to stop fooling myself. I was in love with this woman. For the first time in my life, I was: in love.
As soon as I stopped fighting it and let the truth wash over me, panic immediately followed. I was in love with Lyla but what did she think of me? She’d once said she loved me and I’d thrown it back in her face and then ejected her from my home. She didn’t know me. Not the real me. That part of me that I kept hidden inside. She only knew that part of me that had survived all this time playing the part. The consummate actor. The man that hid behind fake smiles, cockiness and arrogant confidence.
“Shay.” Lyla’s husky voice drew me back to her and I pushed my dark and troubled thoughts aside for now and smiled at her, giving her exactly what she wanted. With her body, up against the tiled wall and one leg slung around my thigh I began pounding into her, angling my hips so I wouldn’t bump the curve of her stomach too much. Vaguely a part of me wondered if fucking was ok for a woman while she was pregnant but one glance at the rapture on her face told me I shouldn’t bother interrupting things by asking now. I could only imagine she would tell me if going at her like a madman was risky or not.
With every hard thrust into her, I felt her pussy tighten around me and I knew she was getting close to her orgasm. It was so easy to pick the signs that a woman was about to come. If more men paid attention to the obvious signals she gave him, he’d never be fooled by a fake orgasm.
I changed the angle of my hips, rubbing and grinding against her, making sure I was stimulating her clit as I buried my cock in her. She felt so good. So fucking good, and a part of me didn’t want to come. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to stay inside her forever but that was impossible. Sooner or later, I was going to have to face reality.
Opening my eyes, I watched her as I plunged in and dragged most of the way back out of her, in and out, my rhythm strong, powerful, giving her what she wanted. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glazed and with one more powerful pump of my hips she cried out, her head falling back and hitting the tiles with an audible thump. She didn’t seem to notice or care for that matter as she bucked and shuddered against me, her pussy clutching my dick in a series of spasms that were too much for me.
I didn’t want to come, not yet. I tried to hold back but I couldn’t. It had been too long since I’d felt the delicious wet heat of a woman’s pussy. It had been too fucking long since I’d been inside this woman’s pussy.
Shouting Lyla’s name and not fucking caring how loud I was being, I followed her, emptying into her, filling her every bit as full of my cum as I’d promised her. I ground into her, holding myself as deep in her as I could get without crawling inside her to get closer, her name continuing to fall from my lips, slowly getting quieter and softer until it was little more than a ragged whisper.
It was too much. The sensation of being in her, coming inside her. The emotions that rolled through me in never ending waves. I felt completely and totally overwhelmed and consumed as I kept coming, my body shuddering, my cock jerking in her with every spurt of my release. Even when she couldn’t take more, I kept coming, feeling it leaking back out and wetting my balls.
Helplessly I clung tightly to her, lost in the sensations of the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had in my life. All through it, through every agonisingly exquisite moment of it, I felt Lyla’s pussy milking me, squeezing every final drop from me until I was spent.
The moment we both fell silent there was a loud rapping at the bathroom door. I jumped violently from surprise before freezing with shock.
“Since you two are obviously done, and I’m sure not only me, but the businesses either side of us have come to that conclusion too, do you think I could use the toilet? You know, since primarily it’s used for people to urinate or defecate in, not fornicate.” The voice of Lyla’s assistant, muffled by the door reached us. I could hear the mix of sarcasm and laughter in her tone and my eyes shot to Lyla’s to see her response to Sharon’s smart ass comments. When I saw the colour in her cheeks I couldn’t help smiling, my smile becoming a full blown grin when she giggled, despite her obvious embarrassment.
“Hang on.” She called out and I lowered her leg to the floor before gently and reluctantly pulling out of her. The moment my dick was no longer in her, my cum began to run down the insides of her thighs which was strangely erotic to watch. When a couple of thick drops dripped out of her and landed on the tiled floor, I felt a strange desire to beat my chest and proclaim to the world that she was mine. It felt strangely satisfying to see her so full of my seed that it was leaking from her. I liked marking her and I wanted to mark her again in a way that everyone would see.
Before she could rearrange her clothing I tugged her forward and into my arms, dropping my lips to her neck and nipped her lightly, before sucking her soft skin into my mouth. I sucked on her firmly, once, twice before releasing her, hoping that would be enough.
She slapped a hand to her neck and gave me an accusing stare. “You didn’t just try to give me a hickey did you?”
“It didn’t work anyway.” I told her although I could see some darkening of the skin where my lips had been. “Come on, we need to get out of here before your assistant barges in on us.”
“Jesus Shay. What is this? The 80’s?” She rolled her eyes while she grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began to clean herself as well as she could under the circumstances.
“Have you ever seen a bladder explode?” A pathetic voice called from the other side of the door. “No? Well neither have I and I don’t wish for my bladder to be the first one we get to see do that.”
I rolled my eyes. “Is your assistant always so dramatic?”
Lyla giggled. “No, she’s usually a pain in the ass.”
“I heard that.” Her voice called out again.
With another giggle, she pulled on her panties before buttoning up her dress and straightening it again. As I watched her, I tucked my dick back in my pants and zipped them up, before buckling my belt back up.
Lyla popped the lock and opened the door confronted immediately by her assistant. Her eyes shifted from me to Lyla and back again and a slow smile began to spread across her face.
“Love the hair.” She pointed at me. �
��I hear the just fucked look is in season this year.” Her focus shifted to Lyla. “You. Well. I can’t leave you alone for five minutes now can I, before you’re jumping the bones of the first man who comes along.”
“He’s hardly the first man-“ She began before I stepped in.
“I’m the baby’s father.” I told her and she nodded in such a way that I suspected she already knew that. “Now are you two ever going to leave the bathroom so I can use it?” She gave us both a pointed look and with that, I shot out of the confined space, dragging Lyla behind me.
Chapter Twenty Three
Lyla
I really needed a shower. I felt like a hot, sticky mess. Sex with Shay had been incredible. Unexpected but incredible. Of course, it always was. The man hadn’t earned his reputation without putting in the work and although the thought of him servicing potentially hundreds of women made my stomach turn, I couldn’t fault how well he could bring me to orgasm and with so little effort.
Still, from what he’d said, he wasn’t the Sex God anymore. He wasn’t out screwing his way through as many members of the female population as he could get under him. If what he’d told me was true of course, but then I had no reason to believe he was lying.
He’d seemed sincere and I couldn’t see what he’d achieve from lying anyway. He’d confessed to not being able to get it up around other women and that he’d not had sex since I’d been at his home while he was sick. In my opinion, they weren’t the kinds of confessions a man would be comfortable in sharing unless he was telling the truth.
With my head filled with so much confusion and uncertainty now the orgasmic glow was wearing off, I realised I had no idea what would happen now. Despite feeling like I’d had a bit of a break through with Shay, there was still a hell of a lot going on with him and no matter where we went from now, we couldn’t go there as a couple if he didn’t open up to me about his past.
He could pretend it never happened, or deny it all he wanted but while his past still haunted him as much as it did, I couldn’t have him in my life or our baby’s life.
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