Layla moans and grinds herself on me in her sleep. My hands fly to her hips to still her movements. As much as I want to hump her sweet pussy, I refuse to violate her in her sleep.
“Jay?” her sleepy voice mumbles my name, and her eyes blink open.
Thank fuck. She’s waking up.
Her sleepy eyes find mine, and she lets out a moan before she grinds herself on me again.
I can’t help it. I slide against her, savoring her gasp when I stimulate her clit.She moans again and pushes herself back onto me, humping her panty-covered mound on my bulge.
I allow it for a few more moments before I finally get control of my senses enough to stop her with a hand on her hip. “Layla, princess, we can’t do this.”
“Why not?” she whimpers as she tries to hump me again.
My hands on her hips hold her still. “Because it’s…wrong.”
She shakes her head defiantly, her blonde hair bouncing with the movement. “No, it’s not. We’re both consenting adults. Let me make you feel good, Jay.”
Fuck, she’s killing me. Every muscle in my body is taut as I swallow thickly.
“I want it,” she whispers, putting the final nail in my coffin.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I flip her over while thrusting my hips, humping up against her. “How can I resist when your hot little cunt is pulsing right up against me?”
She whimpers a sound of victory as she lifts her hips, humping me back.
“Not gonna pop that little cherry, though,” I grit as I continue to rut at her through our underwear.
She lets out a whimper of protest, but I shush her with a kiss, delving my tongue into her sweet depths.
And holy shit, she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. She’s like sugar-covered honey. “Ah, fuck, princess, fuck. You want me to make you come?”
“Yes!”
I rub my dick along her panties, and her wetness oozes through the material onto the front of my boxers, branding my cock with her juices.
She offers her lips up to me as her breathing becomes ragged. I kiss her hungrily, my chest heaving and my arms shaking as I hump against her like a dog in heat.
My balls are churning, and I know I’m fixing to make a mess in my boxers, but I can’t stop. I angle my hips to hit her clit hard one last time, and she screams, her arms and legs wrapping around me.
I keep moving, riding her through her orgasm as my own overtakes me. I spill inside my boxers, coming harder than I’ve ever come, grunting and huffing and puffing like an angry bull until I collapse on the bed next to her.
She curls against my chest, and by the time I get my breath back enough to look down at her, she’s already asleep.
I pass my hand over my eyes and expel a deep breath.
Fucking hell. We haven’t even gotten through the first night of her living here, and I’ve rubbed my nasty dick all over her.
When I try to scoot away to slip out of bed, Layla protests in her sleep and clings tighter to me like I’m an enormous teddy bear she doesn’t want to let go of.
Unwilling to wake her, I settle back in with my arms around her, my mind churning a thousand miles a minute as I contemplate what I’m going to do about her.
five
Jay
We don't talk about what happened the following morning. When Layla stretches against me like a sleepy kitten, I pull away from her and slip out of bed.
“I'm going to take a quick shower, and then the bathroom is all yours,” I tell her gruffly.