Perfectly Lonely - Jessica Marin Page 0,48

grips me with both hands and slowly takes me in as far as she can.

Holy fucking shit!

My hands start caressing her head as she starts to lick up and down my hard shaft, one of her hands tightening around it, while her other hand slips underneath my balls and starts squeezing. I push back her hair, needing to watch her as she takes me in. She looks at me out of the corner of her eyes and I moan even louder at the look of pure seduction on her face.

“Angel…” I groan, as I feel myself hitting the back of her throat. I won’t be able to handle this much longer as I was already worked up from pleasuring her. “I’m about to cum,” I warn, giving her enough time to get off of me. Instead, she grips harder and sucks faster. My hips start to buck wildly at her increasing speed. I quickly pull the jacket off her lap and shove my face in it to hide my yells of pleasure as I release into her mouth.

Once my body stops shuddering, I remove the jacket from my face and stare up at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath. I turn my head to look at her and she is sitting there calmly, her drink in her hand, as she stares straight ahead at the movie.

Did I just dream this?

She brings the straw to her mouth to suck the contents of her drink and her mouth wrapped around my dick suddenly flashes in my head.

Best first date ever!

Two hours later, we walk out of the movies like embarrassed teenagers. I grab her hand and walk her further down the sidewalk. She can barely look at me and when she does, she can’t control the blush that keeps staining her cheeks. She’s glowing and I want to make her look and feel like this every day of the week. I’m about to ask her if she wants to come home with me when we both feel our phones vibrate at the same time, alerting us to a text message. We pull out our phones to see we have received a text message from Cal.

Cal: Family dinner tomorrow night at six at our house. Much to discuss. See you then.

“I wonder what that’s all about?” I notice that Robert is also included in the text and I look at Layla in confusion. She stares a little bit longer at her phone before meeting my gaze.

“No clue. I guess we’ll see tomorrow.” Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes and I see our moment of closeness is gone. I don’t understand why Cal’s text message would trigger her, but it did.

“Do you want to get a bite to eat?” I ask, hoping she says yes, but my intuition telling me she’ll say no.

She quickly looks up at me, but doesn’t hold my gaze long as she looks toward the street. “I’m actually not that hungry. I think we should call it a night.”

I grab her hands to gain her attention back. “Why don’t we call it at night at my place? I promise to behave and only snuggle with you.” I place my hands on her cheeks, my eyes memorizing her luscious lips. She contemplates for a moment, the struggle evident in her stormy blue eyes.

“Maybe another night? I’m actually quite tired from the most memorable movie I’ve ever seen.” I throw my head back and laugh, feeling slightly better that she feels the same way I do as I’ll never, ever forget what transpired in that theater between us tonight.

“Okay, Angel, another night then. Let’s get you a taxi.” I hail a cab for her and open the door for her to get in. But before she gets in, I kiss her soundly on the mouth, hoping she has vivid dreams of what’s more to come between us.

“Sweet dreams, Angel.” I shut the door and watch the taxi speed away until the taillights disappear from my view.

21

Layla

I wake up this morning feeling like a walking tornado with the way my emotions are swirling everywhere. I’m proud of myself for the positive changes I have been trying to instill as a normal routine, including a more positive outlook on my life. But right now, my mood is as dark as the storm clouds that are covering the city and I can’t pinpoint one main reason why. My demons are battling hard today, whispering that I should stay home and hide with