Kisses

Lucas sped off with Layla holding on for dear life.

At one point, she grabbed his arm and smiled at him.

Lucas still couldn’t get it through to her that he was a bad man. A man who couldn’t be redeemed. How else could he show her without truly hurting her that she was so devastatingly wrong about him?

They drove the back roads for what seemed to be forever, the moonlight shining down on them. He turned on the radio to some classic country and could hear Layla softly singing to herself, getting lost in the moment.

Lucas made a turn and then another turn down a dirt road, stopping at an abandoned farm house in the middle of nowhere.

“I lost my virginity here, and I took a few others.”

“Was this back in the nineteen hundreds?” Layla mused.

“This doesn’t bother you?” Lucas asked, ignoring her sarcasm.

“Lucas, what are you trying to prove to me? So you’ve had a lot of partners. I don’t care.”

Layla shuddered though; a shiver ran through her entire body.

“Cold?”

“I just don’t like it here,” Layla admitted. Something was off about this place, but she couldn’t put a finger on it.

“I did a lot of bad things at this house.” Lucas sighed, staring at the decaying facade. “I met my wife here when we were eighteen.”

Layla shifted uneasily. Would he have one of his flashbacks again? She watched him warily, observing all of his movements.

“I wish I could burn it to the ground,” he told her. “I know of too many things that went on here, and I hate that.”

Layla nodded. “Do you want to tell me?”

“And have you look at me the way others do when they move out of my way? Not a fucking chance.”

“Then why bring me here?”

Lucas didn’t answer. He put the car in reverse and headed back out to the main road.

After a brief silence, Layla knew it was her turn.

“When I started seeing Paul,” Layla told him, “he told me that he was allergic to condoms and couldn’t wear them. I knew he was lying, but I slept with him anyway—the first night he made a move on me.”

Lucas gripped the steering wheel as they rode on. He truly loathed Paul.

Layla rolled her eyes. “It’s not like it matters because I can’t—”

She stopped, wishing she hadn’t started talking about herself, but if this got him to open up, she’d do anything.

Lucas pulled the truck into the yard and cut the engine.

“You can’t what?”

“I cannot have children.”

Lucas looked at her sympathetically. A woman like Layla no doubt had dreams of being a mother. As if reading his mind, she began again.

“I found out a long time ago. Sometimes I forget and I get excited about having kids, but…” She shrugged, staring out at the walls of the shed.

“I could adopt. I was adopted. Anyway, Paul betrayed my trust many times, and the first time he ever did was lying to me about condoms.”

“I’ve done the same thing,” Lucas grumbled. “Betrayed your trust.”

Layla sighed. “I guess so, but you don’t have an obligation to me like he did as my significant other.”

Lucas felt like he did though. He had wanted to take her to the cemetery that night, but it wasn’t the right time.

He wanted to go beat the shit out of Paul and confront her biological mother and father. She was bringing so much out of him.

“How long have you known about Paul?”

“Huh?”

“Did he really go to those places? Was Lauren the only one?”

“Baby girl, I don’t know, honestly,” Lucas said gruffly. “He did go to titty bars and hook up, but I knew he was with you. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen the two of you together before. I just didn’t see how you could love him.”

“He was different a long time ago.”

“Do you wanna stay with me tonight?”

“Is that what keeps you sane? Sex?”

“It helps.” He chuckled. “I want to drink, but…” He paused as her eyes met his. “But I want you more.”

She blushed, and even though Lucas couldn’t really see her face, she was sure he could feel the heat coming from her cheeks.

“I can’t stay the night. I have to be at my—well, Paul’s apartment in the morning to get my stuff.”

“I’m going with you.”

“Lucas, he isn’t going to be there.”

“And?” Lucas coughed. “Did I hurt you when we fucked?”

Layla smiled at him, still blushing. The man’s words weren’t passionate, but damn they turned her on.

“I mean, you’re not a small guy, Lucas…” She wiggled her nose. “I was a little sore, yes.”

Lucas moved over a bit and was sitting next to her.

“It’s not my intention to hurt you, but it’s bound to happen. You don’t know everything about me,” Lucas said in a hushed voice. “You can wear one of my sleep shirts and some shorts. I’ll have you back in the morning.”

She watched him unzip his pants, tugging his hard cock out of his boxers.

“Lucas…”

She leaned into him as he lifted her up onto his lap, plunging a hand underneath her dress, running his fingers over her mound, finding the fabric of her panties sticking to her pussy lips.

“You’ve been wet for a while.” Lucas chuckled, his ego mounting.

Layla placed her hands on his chest as Lucas pulled her panties to the side, brushing her sensitive petals along the way.

Gripping her waist, Lucas kept his eyes on her face as Layla slid slowly down his cock, trying desperately to accommodate him. She let out a pained whimper.

“Just go as slow as you need to,” Lucas assured her. “That’s right, baby… Any way you want it… Breathe, baby girl.”

“W-what?” she whimpered, not even realizing she’d been holding her breath.

“There ya go. Relax those walls for me.” Lucas felt her nails digging into his chest, and he welcomed the pain.

“Kiss me, Layla.”

God, how he loved her lips. When they’d kissed at his home for the first time, something had tripped a wire of pure bliss inside of him.

Layla’s soft lips pressed sweetly against his as she bottomed out on his cock, moaning into his mouth.

He watched as she closed her eyes and kissed him deeper, her hips dancing on his lap, the tightness of her pussy clenching his dick.

They kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Something about her sensuality triggered every want inside of his soul.

Lucas allowed her to fuck him at her own leisure. As long as she was kissing him, he didn’t care.

He’d been intimate with so many women, but this was so personal to him, and he didn’t understand it. What made Layla Potter any different from just another wet hole?

“Stay the whole night,” Lucas grunted as they parted lips.

“Y-yes…,” was all she could answer because her pussy was speaking for her; her libido was out of control.

She dragged her lips back to his, gyrating faster now on his cock as the truck moved back and forth.

“Mmmm.” She took his head in her hands, moving up and down his shaft, her tongue finding his. Layla had not experienced such kisses in her life. Paul was all right, but he was sloppy and just wanted his own pleasure first.

“Fuck that feels good.” Lucas roamed her body with his big hands, grabbing her ass and squeezing it softly. “You certainly know how to please a man.”

Layla’s breathing was labored, but she somehow managed to speak. “I think I only know how to please you.”

Lucas nibbled at her neck, still gripping her beautiful ass cheeks. How could any man not crave this woman 24/7? Paul was an idiot.

Layla realized she was more interested in pleasing Lucas than she had been in satisfying Paul. She was willing to do practically anything for the man holding her at that moment.

“I’m close, darlin’,” Lucas said, loving the way her hands continued to knead his chest and shoulders. “Cum for me. I know you’re going to let it all go now.”

The heat radiated throughout her body as Layla picked up the pace until she was riding him mercilessly.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my God!” She flung her head back, mesmerized by the sounds of Lucas’s grunting chants as they both attained their peak at the same time.

“My…my goodness…” Layla’s body collapsed onto him, her head resting on his shoulder.

“I could live inside of you, Little Hippie,” Lucas told her as they tried to gather their bearings.

“Can you kiss me again?”

Layla looked up and smiled.

“Why? I never thought of myself as much of a kisser.”

Lucas nodded, understanding that she had never been treated properly by the pipsqueak, especially during the throws of passion.

“But you are, and I want to make sure I never forget what you taste like.”