LAYLA ABRAHAM

The ride home had been tense and immensely difficult. He had cracked open a window in attempt to cool the situation, until they got home at least, but that hadn't worked. Instead, she found herself even more eager to get him alone and behind closed doors but for now, all she could do was imagine all the wicked things she couldn't wait to do to him.

Turning her head, she glanced at him. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

Alejandro had taken off his suit jacket and it was currently splayed out on the backseat of his car. His hair was lightly tousled and slightly messy from when she had run her fingers through it and pulled on the ends during their passionate make out session. His white button-down shirt sat taut across his wide, chiselled chest and he had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, to reveal his tattoo. Well, the only tattoo of his that she had seen.

From the multiple times that she had seen him shirtless, his chest and back were free of any tattoos, but the same couldn't be said about the rest of him until she got a chance to investigate further. She was excited to find out how many tattoos he had later.

"What made you tattoo a date on your arm?" She found herself asking, her eyes lingering on the small, cursive writing.

He spared her a sideways glance. "That's the day I quit the police academy."

Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. That was a weird reason to tattoo a date on his body.

A light chuckle sounded as he noticed this. "It's also the day my father had a heart attack."

Layla turned her head to stare at him, shocked. She hadn't expected that answer. "Did he?" She closed her mouth as her voice trailed off, searching for a better choice of words. "Is he okay?"

"He had a mild heart attack." Alejandro was quick to explain once he noted the worried expression on her face.

"I quit the academy and went back home to stay with my family. My dad had a full recovery." He released a sigh of relief, thinking back to the hospital when he was gathered with his mum and all 4 of his brothers. They had sincerely believed that would be their last moments with their father. "I spent more than a month living with my parents and moping around but when my parents got fed up of me, they sent me packing back to New York. I opened up my bodyguard business and you know the rest."

Alejandro chuckled at the fond memory. His dad had packed his clothes while he had been out grocery shopping, and had forcefully driven him to the airport, demanding that he head back to New York and resume his training at the academy, but that month or so with his family had almost given him a new insight into life. He wanted to be more than a policeman. He wanted a more hands-on job of protecting people, especially civilians like Layla who needed his help.

"Your dad sounds like quite a man."

"He is." He chuckled, once again immensely grateful that his old man had made it.

"Is that the only tattoo you have?"

He nodded. "I'm looking to get some more but haven't come across something I want permanently tattooed on my body yet." He shrugged. "What about you?"

"What about me?" She replied, coyly.

"Have you got any tattoos?" He asked even though he suspected she didn't have any. Layla usually wore oversized hoodies around the apartment and long sleep shirts to bed but the few times she wore tanks or something slightly more revealing, he hadn't noticed any ink on her skin whhich was a shame. Unless she was hiding a tattoo somewhere super private, he was sure she had none.

"I have two."

"What?"

She shrugged and smirking, aware that she had thrown him off with her answer.

"You're serious?"

She nodded.

"Show me."

"What? No."

"Why? Where are they?"

Layla grinned and stared straight ahead. Another 5 minutes and they would be pulling up outside her apartment. "I'll let you look for them yourself."

He shifted in his seat, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "I'll hold you to that."

8 and a half minutes later, Layla pushed her key into the lock and opened the door to her apartment. She left it open for him and walked in, dropping her keys on the little table by the door.

"I need that skirt off, beautiful." He closed the door behind him and stood in front of him, his eyes running up and down her body in desire and lust. He had waited all evening to get her alone. He wasn't going to let this moment slip through his fingers.

Her fingers made quick work of unzipping her skirt down the side and shimmying it down her legs and over her boots, locking eyes with him the whole time. "Just the skirt?" She laid the skirt against the back of the sofa, her fingers trailing over the soft material.

His eyes grew a dark grey as they ran up her bare legs, zeroing in on the lacey black panties that were covering her.

"The top too." That damn top had been teasing him all day.

Once the pink material joined the skirt on the back of the sofa, she smirked at him.

"No bra?" He all but groaned at the sight of her bare breasts, so perky and voluptuous, her nipples already standing to attention.

She shook her head. "Bra straps didn't really go with the outfit."

When he stepped towards her, eager to pull her into his arms and flush against his body, she held up her hand, stopping him in his tracks. That, and the tiny spot of black ink in the valley between her breasts that winked back at him.

It was so small and dainty that you probably wouldn't see it unless she was naked. Stepping closer despite her protests, he was able to focus and make it out to be a crescent moon, completely filled in.

He was right. It was in a very private spot, and now he couldn't help but wonder where the second one was located. In a place more private than between the swells of her breasts?

That sent wicked thoughts running through his mind.

"You're wearing too many clothes. It's not fair." She protested.

He grinned and started unbuttoning his shirt. "How do you want me?"

"Birthday suit."

Alejandro grinned and followed her orders, eager to please. Once he was stripped down to his boxers, his clothes strewn about the floor by his feet, he walked up to her and grabbed her by the hips, simultaneously pulling her against him and pushing his manhood into her, giving her a real feel of just how much he wanted her.

"Naked enough for you?"

"Not quite." She wound her arms around his neck and hummed.

"Show me yours, I'll show you mine?"

Layla threw her head back and laughed, but retracted her arms and slipped her fingers into the sides of her panties, locking eyes with him as she pulled down the thin lace. Once it dropped to the floor, she stepped out of it.

"Your turn now."

He was quicker than her. So quick, in fact, that his well-endowed package sprang up at the fast motion and saluted her, fully erect at a humble 8 inches with the bulbous head already glistening with precum, calling out to her. His balls were heavy and peeking out, desperate for release.

He grinned when she clenched her thighs and stared up at him wantonly.

"Are we done with the foreplay?" She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his neck again, pulling his head down to lock her lips with his. "Can we skip to the sex part now, please?" She begged against his mouth, stroking his tongue with hers in hopes that he would give in and give her what she wanted.

"As you wish." He granted her wish and picked her up by her thighs, wrapped her legs around his waist. He pressed kisses along the slope of her neck as he walked towards the closest hard surface – other than himself, of course. That just happened to be the lone island in the kitchen, the bedroom just too far away for either of them.

He placed her bare bottom down on the counter, her legs still locked around his waist.

She grinned and pulled him forward, pressing him into where she really wanted him.

Bowing his head, Alejandro pressed a kiss on each of her nipples before burying his head in between the swells of her breast. She raked her nails on his scalp as he pressed a kiss against the ink there, his tongue poking out to join the party.

Layla moaned and arched her back. She held his head there, pushing her chest further into his face.

"It took you long enough to find it." Her voice was airy and short of breath as she watched him with dark, green eyes. No longer luscious or sparkly, but rather sharper and darker in colour; predatory.

Hungry for something only he could give her.

He grinned against the skin and placed another kiss before he came up for air. "Where's the other one?"

"Why don't you look for it yourself?"

His mouth did a slow but sensual assessment of her body, starting all the up from her mouth and down to her little feet.

It was only when he reached her thighs did he spot his prize, and he wasn't referring to the swollen clit that was already glistening and leaking juices in anticipation for him.

Up the inside of her left thigh ran a thin arrow, about 2 inches in length. The arrow head was pointed up, almost as if directing treasure hunters to the bounty.

When he felt laughter threatening to bubble over, he leaned down and pressed his lips against the second ink destination in attempt to control himself, but to no avail.

"Stop laughing at me."

"I'm not." He lied and wiped a hand down his face in order to get rid of the grin, again, to no avail. "Okay, fine. But it's pretty funny. You have to give me that. There has to be a reason behind it." He continued sucking and kissing the skin of her inner thighs.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't keep the smile off her face. "When I was back in college, my boyfriend at the time couldn't find the right hole."

This time, she smacked his chest when he threw his head back and laughed, his body slumping into hers slightly.

"Hey, not funny. He was a virgin."

"And the arrow was to direct him to the right hole next time?"

She grinned. "No, I got drunk a few nights after that and I ended up getting that tattoo. Same with the other one." She gestured to the crescent moon comfortably nestled between her breasts. "I got drunk with Hailey one night and I ended up getting it."

"So, you get tattoos when you're drunk?"

"Apparently."

"Why the moon though?"

She shrugged. "We were really into reading werewolf books at the time. I'm just glad I didn't get a werewolf on my boob or something."

He swooped in for another kiss.

Except one kiss led to a second and then a third and soon he found himself French kissing her lower lips, his tongue slithering into her hole for a quick taste.

"You can eat me out later," she moaned at the delectable things his tongue was doing to her insides despite her words of protest. "But I really need you inside me right now."

"You're impatient when you're horny." He hummed against her clit, using his fingers to spread her lower lips as he sucked it into his mouth.

She giggled. "You said you were done with the foreplay."

"I can't hold myself back right now. I need to have you." He stood up and pressed a hard kiss against her mouth, his fingers tweaking her nipples. "But next time, I'll have you crying and begging for me to enter you."

"Who says there's going to be a next time?" She quirked a questioning brow, teasing him. If she had it her way, there would definitely be a next time. Then a multitude of times after that.

"After I'm done with you, you're going to be begging for a next time." He winked; a dirty promise.

Layla tutted at him teasingly. "All this talk but you've got nothing to show for it."

He braced his hands on her hips and pulled her ass closer towards the edge of the island before thrusting his hips forward and entering her in one quick motion.

"What about now?" He grunted against her breast, sucking on the nipple and raking his teeth over it as it hardened in his mouth and around his tongue.

"God, yes!" She threw head back and moaned, opening her legs further for him.

His balls slapped up against her ass with each thrust and it wasn't long before he bottomed out in her, the tip of his penis grazing against the wall of her cervix.

Uncontrollable moans passed her lips at each thrust of his hips, deliciously pounding into her.

"Beautiful." He pressed his lips against her collarbone, biting down on her skin when the pleasure got too much. "Your pussy is choking my dick. You're so tight." He wasn't lying. Her pussy walls clenched around him, threatening an early release if she continued their assault on his erection.

Her eyebrows furrowed together and her eyes clamped shut as she concentrated on both the pleasure his big cock was giving her, but also meeting him thrust for thrust. It wasn't long before she felt her the knots in her stomach tightening.

The walls of her pussy clenched around his organ as she got closer to her climax and when he reached down to pressed his thumb against her swollen clit, swirling it around with just enough pressure, she found herself calling out his name as she came.

Hard.

Layla panted against him, curling her fingers the nape of his neck as he pumped into her three more times, each deeper than before, dragging out her orgasm and manifesting the beginning of his. On the last pump, she felt him swell inside her before shooting his load into the rubber. A low groan passed his lips as he nuzzled his face into her neck, his skin glistening sweat from their passionate fucking, silent moans wracking his body as he came down from the high. His breath was harsh and his arms tight around her body. She found herself wrapping her arms around his shoulders and holding him as he composed himself.

She didn't blame him. The sex had really been that good.

Layla pressed her lips against the side of his neck and grinned against his skin when a low, guttural groan passed his lips as his cock continued to twitch inside her.

"I don't think we'll need that waterbed anymore."

"You're giving me a promotion?" A sly grin spread across his face as he lifted his head.

She grinned and pushed away from him slightly. Completely unabashed of her naked attire, still wearing her ankle boots, she sank to the ground on her knees.

"I'm about to give you a promotion." Her tongue licked the tip of his cock, the condom now disposed of, moaning as it jerked at her touch.

He bowed his head and braced his hands on the kitchen counter to hold himself up, his knees feeling weak as she guided him into her mouth, still sensitive from just cumming. Just when he was on the verge of shooting his load down her throat, she stood up and grinned.

He cursed when his cock jerked at the sight and followed obediently as she pulled him into the bathroom, dick first.

After an eventful shower together that lasted long enough to use up all the hot water, Layla made some popcorn in the microwave for a quick midnight snack for them both before they jumped into her bed, his waterbed left abandoned on the floor.

"You should put the waterbed back in the box tomorrow." She mumbled, drawing senseless patterns on his chest and down his abs, already half asleep.

"You sure about that?" He asked but didn't get an answer as she was already asleep.

He placed a tender kiss against her forehead and tightened his arm tightened his arm around her, pulling her sleeping body further into his. Pulling the duvet up higher to cover both of them more, he joined her and soon found himself succumbing to a deep slumber, having earned it after such extraneous activities that were certainly not included in his job description.

That was the best she had slept her whole life. No nightmares, no memories, just pure bliss.

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Layla Knight

20.05.2020