On Your Knees

“Tell me straight to my face that you don’t want to fuck me.”

“I don’t…”

“Now tell me the truth.”

Layla sobbed. “Why are you doing this?”

He still had ahold of her chin, feeling her whole body tremble.

“Because I want you. I want to make you forget about that asshole, and I want to forget my existence.”

“Don’t you have other women?”

“I can get other women, but they aren’t you, Layla. I want to make you scream my name. I want to make you feel like a real woman, the way any real man should always make you feel.”

“I thought you didn’t even want me on your property.”

“I want to be inside of you, woman! If I can’t make you cum repeatedly tonight then you don’t ever have to look at me again.”

“I don’t go around sleeping with people for the hell of it!”

“Well, I do, and it’s a damn good release!”

Layla didn’t know what to say. She wanted him. She didn’t love him or want anything beyond what he could give her in bed.

“Layla, people fuck every day. It’s normal. Let yourself go with me.”

She swallowed hard. “This is too much…too tempting…”

“I’ll talk.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll share my fucking feelings with you if you come home with me and let me fuck you into oblivion.”

Layla was so turned on by this and he knew it.

Leaning into her ear, he whispered, “If I shoved my fingers inside of you right now, you’d be creaming all over my hand. I bet that’s how wet you are.”

“Yes…” She didn’t even realize that she’d placed a hand on his chest and was leaning against him.

“I’m sure you didn’t drive here?” Lucas asked, already knowing the answer.

“No…I took a cab.”

“Good. I’m going to shower. Don’t leave, and don’t open this door for anybody but me.”

Layla felt stuck on the spot. She grabbed her purse and lowered herself slowly back to the couch to wait for Lucas.

Was this really happening? Was she ready and willing to give this man all of her pain?

Once he returned, Lucas grabbed a gym bag and held out his hand.

“You need to stay close to me,” he told her as Layla placed her hand inside of his. “It’s getting rough out there.”

She could hear the crowd roaring, some people yelling and fighting, glass breaking and music blaring. She was on sensory overload as they made their way through the crowded halls.

Layla looped her arm around his for more support, practically closing her eyes most of the way as Lucas guided them through the building.

“Hey hey hey, Lucas!” someone called out. “Gotta hottie there. Next time, save some for the rest of us.”

“She’s mine, Smitty!” Lucas growled.

She was pushed and shoved and watched as Lucas yelled for everyone to move—and they did. The guy was like Moses parting the Red Sea, and it made Layla wet with anticipation.

~My God, what is he going to do to me?~ she thought to herself as they finally exited the underground dwelling.

“Fresh air!” Lucas snickered. “Or whatever Dallas has to offer.”

Layla hadn’t let him go, but she opened her eyes and was thankful to be out of there.

“I never want to see you near this place again,” he commanded, helping her into his truck.

She could only nod because words eluded her.

He buckled her in, allowing Layla to feel his heat, his muscles…everything. Lucas lingered over her momentarily until slamming the door and climbing in on the other side.

“Let’s get the hell outta here.”

They drove in silence. Lucas had the windows rolled down, and Layla stared out at the night sky. She’d no clue why her brain wasn’t telling the man sitting next to her to bugger off. She actually figured he was joking.

That was until he slowed down when they neared her parents’ driveway.

“Am I dropping you off here?” He glimpsed her for a moment, but she shook her head.

Lucas continued down the road to his place, pulling the truck into the shed.

Layla didn’t move a muscle. She actually didn’t even turn her head when Lucas got out of the truck.

Opening her door, Lucas helped her out, grabbing his bag from the back. Holding her hand, he led her to the front porch and inside.

Layla felt herself finally come back to reality when she stepped into Lucas’s home. She looked around and found it to be quite cozy for an older farmhouse.

“It’s been in my family for years,” he said, watching her take in the atmosphere. “Get comfy.”

Lucas dropped his bag on the floor and left Layla standing in the middle of the living room.

“Take your shoes off,” he said, reemerging from the other room.

Layla hesitated.

“Unless you wanna fuck with your boots on? I’d rather be able to fit myself in between your thighs.”

Layla gulped and sat down on the couch, keeping her eyes locked with his. Lucas was already shoeless and had seemingly lost his socks somewhere along the way.

“Cute.” He snickered at Layla’s hot pink toe socks.

She blushed. This wasn’t happening. Not to her. She wasn’t in Lucas Foster’s house about to get pounded into oblivion by him.

Before she knew it, he was looming over her, threading his hands through her hair as he cradled her head. She gazed up at him, and he smiled.

“Tell me if you want me to stop because there’s no going back after this…”

“I-I will…”

Layla thought she could run. She could hide. She could slink away, but oh God, she couldn’t.

“I’m going to kiss you the way you should be kissed for the rest of your life.” Lucas leaned in as Layla grabbed his forearms, bracing herself for his lips.

A fire exploded in her belly as Lucas’s mouth found hers. He kissed her softly, running his tongue along her plump lips before easing it into her mouth, instantly finding Layla’s eager tongue ready and willing to dance with his.

She let out a soft moan as her body melted into his embrace, and Lucas found his arms wrapped around her small waist, roaming her curvaceous hips before pulling her into him.

Layla’s entire body was on fire as they continued to kiss. Her nipples were so hard and begging to be played with, while her core ached for him. She was so wet now, and goosebumps trickled across her fair skin.

Pulling back, Lucas’s eyes were hazy with lust.

“You taste incredible,” he told her. “I bet every single last part of you tastes even better.”

Before she could react, Lucas picked her up, just like he had that night he carried her to her parents’ porch, and entered what seemed to be his bedroom.

“Lucas…” She finally heard her voice.

“Layla.” He set her down on her feet, still holding her. “I want you to take from me. Take every damn thing you need.”

“I’m scared.”

“Of what? Me?” Lucas grinned, “Or what I’m about to do to you?”

“Yes…”

“I could tell you what I’m going to do, but I want to show you.”

Lucas’s hushed voice was turning her on. The way he was practically devouring her with his eyes without even being inside of her yet.

“What are you going to do to me?”

Lucas licked his lips, pulling her into him as his hands cupped her plump little ass. Layla shivered with anticipation. Lustful, longing, agonizing anticipation.

“Layla, I’m going to do things to you that will make you sore for a week. You will feel me inside of you every single time you move this body of yours and remember that it was me who claimed it.

“I’m going to make you cum so many times that you’re going to lose count. I’m going to make you want to come back to me over and over again, but first, you won’t even want to look at me because I’m going to own you and you’re going to own me.

“Once I slip inside of you, every fucked-up thing in your life is going to fade away.”

He cupped her chin, tilting her head up so she could face him. “Now, get on your knees.”