Page 3 of Incoming Layne Shift
After her petite hand retrieved his throbbing cock from his dark boxer briefs, she dropped down onto her knees in front of him. His hands immediately came down to bury themselves in her silky hair. Her long, dark locks draped over the various lines of the tattoos and dried blood across his fingers.
Now at eye-level with his member, she could see the precum glistening as it spilled over the head of his cock. Her tongue snaked out and licked away the clear liquid from him in one smooth motion. “You better hope that I choke on your cock and forget that you owe me an explanation.”
Feeling the velvety stroke of her tongue against his head he groaned, “Fuck.” His grasp on her head tightened. “Suck my cock with that mouth of yours and we can talk afterward.”
Noticing a slip in his initial stance on having a discussion, she grinned and pulled his length into her mouth. Sucking on him roughly, she didn’t waste time in drawing him back farther towards her throat. Her head slid back and forth against him eagerly.
He moaned out above her as he watched himself disappear into her mouth. “Christ, Layney, slow down. I want time to enjoy this.”
If she didn’t have a mouthful of him, she would have smirked, but instead, she hummed against him causing his body to tense up from another spark of pleasure. She continued at a swift pace as her mouth worked around every inch of him.
Joey’s hands attempted to slow her down, but each attempt was met by her tongue dancing along the bottom of his cock and effectively distracting his efforts.
Her oral skills were sending him quickly into overdrive, his moans growing more intense. The buildup of pressure of his arousal was quickly nearing its breaking point. “Layne, ugh. Take it easy…”
When he told her to ease up on him, that’s when her hand cupped his balls in the palm of her hand and gave him the money look. Her vibrant green eyes peered up at him through her thick eyelashes as she remained kneeling in front of him.
Seeing her staring up at him like he had the only dick in the world she could ever want, he whimpered right before he exploded. His hips pushed forward, shoving his cock deeper into her throat as thick ropes of seed erupted. Joey released a loud groan while he continued to spasm inside her mouth.
Layne swallowed each mouthful as he came for her. She felt a sense of pride and satisfaction in her efforts. If he had been a good boy and took the time to have the conversation with her about Gage, she may have drawn out the way her mouth sucked him.
Once the tension eased in his body, she pulled her mouth away and got back onto her feet with her swollen lips in a victorious smile.
She used her fingertips to wipe away a few drops of his seed and her saliva from the edges of her mouth, sucking her fingers clean afterward. “Now, are you going to tell me what the deal is with your brother?”
CHAPTER TWO
Post-blowjob version of Joey was a little more at ease. But still, he stood there staring at Layne as he tried to find the words to respond to her tireless crusade to find out more about Gage.
He tucked his half-hard cock back into his pants, closing up shop with a zip and slip of the button.
“Well?” She pressed him again for a response.
His hand rubbed the back of his neck before he gave a robust exhale. “It’s a long story, Layne. Just take my word for it that we’re both better off never seeing him again.”
She rolled her eyes at him, unsatisfied with his response.
If he didn’t want to be exiled to sleeping in Layne’s childhood bedroom surrounded by pink frills tonight, he realized that he needed to do better. “Alright.” He dropped his hand from its hold on the back of his neck.
“Gage and I had a falling out about ten years ago. One thing led to another and people got hurt.” It was the short and not-so-dirty version of what happened. He stepped closer to her, his hands rubbing over her arms reassuringly. “I just don’t want history to repeat itself.”
Layne pursed her lips together at the thought of how his so-called long story managed to be summed up in a few sentences. Her eyes searched his face, finding small traces of pain lingering beneath the surface of his coffee-colored eyes.
Dropping the tension in her shoulders slightly, she closed the distance between them with another step. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she looked up at him. “How can you expect history not to repeat itself if you don’t tell me what to look out for?”
Joey’s hands gave both of her upper arms a light squeeze. “As long as he stays the fuck away, it won’t repeat itself.”
“With everything that’s about to change in our lives, I can’t have you keeping things from me. You keep telling me you’re all in, but you won’t tell me what happened a decade ago?” Now her tone was shifting to reflect some of the hurt she was feeling of him not trusting her with whatever it was that had him avoiding a few simple questions.
His mouth found her forehead, planting a delicate kiss. He hated that she was feeling any sort of way about the trust they had rebuilt between themselves. It had not been an easy road to pave. Layne had worked so hard on herself to allow him inside her heart again, and he didn’t want to shatter it all again. If he did, he wasn’t sure that she would ever come back from it. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure he would either.
“An innocent girl died,” he tried to keep his voice even and emotions withheld. “A woman, actually,” he clarified. “Her name was Rose.” Rosie had been twenty-three, Gage twenty-two, and Joey had just celebrated his thirtieth birthday.
He stood there trying to find the words to explain how this all went down, struggling to disconnect emotionally enough to explain.
Gage punched a hole in the bedroom wall. “What the fuck, Rose?!”
“Babe, please, just listen.” Rosie implored as she pulled her shirt down over her perky and naked breasts. Her hands tugged her white shorts up her thighs. She frowned as she walked over to him after fastening the button at her waist.