Page 45 of Bad for You

And she was across town, probably tucked up in bed fast asleep.

My phone chirped. Shit, what now?

I found my phone and checked the screen.

Lila: You still up?

A spot in the center of my chest warmed. She was worried about me. I’d seen it in her eyes. I loved and hated it at the same time.

Jesse: Yeah, baby.

I looked down at my dick straining the front of my sweatpants. Yeah, I’d been up for months because of her.

Lila: Good, let me up.

The fuck? I walked to the window and, sure enough, Lila stood on the street below. She waved up at me.

I quickly jogged down the stairs to the shop and opened the door. My gaze ate up the sight of her in her buttoned-up, knee-length coat. “What’s going on? You okay?”

She nodded and walked in. I closed and locked the door behind her. And when I turned back, the way she was looking at me made my heart beat a million miles a minute. “What’s going on?”

Without a word, she took my hand and led me up the stairs to the apartment. I followed like a lost fucking lamb. I’d follow this girl anywhere.

We walked into my temporary home and she turned to me. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she said as her hands went to my hips, her delicate fingers digging in, her pinkie dipping lower, beneath the waistband of my pants.

“What are you doing, Bambi?” I didn’t know how I managed to get those words out, not when she tugged my pants lower.

“You had a rough day. I’m going to make you feel better.”

The way she looked up at me, innocent and sweet, I struggled to do the right thing. To say the right thing. “You don’t need to do that, Lila. We’re going at your pace, remember?”

She stepped back, unbuttoning her coat, then let it drop. She was in the silky little pj’s I’d seen peeking out from under her pillow the night I’d been there for dinner. The tiny shorts were barely more than panties, and the top? Fuck. It strained against her full tits. No bra. Her nipples clear through the thin fabric.

I tried to say something, anything. Instead, I made a wheezing sound or maybe whimpered? Fucked if I knew.

“This is my pace,” she said and dropped to her knees in front of me. My breath caught in my throat when she tilted her head back, her eyes on mine as she tugged my sweats down lower still. “I want to taste you, Jesse.”

My knees almost gave out. “You do?”

She nodded, licking those sexy full lips again. “It’s all I can think about.”

I sure as hell wasn’t a saint. I’d offered to slow things down. If Lila didn’t want that anymore, why would I say no? More to the point, how could I? I wanted her mouth on me so bad I could barely breathe.

I widened my stance, since I was a lot taller than her, getting lower, and was happy I didn’t have on a shirt so nothing would get in the way of watching sweet little Lila wrap her mouth around my aching cock.

This time, I was fully aware of what was going on, and I didn’t want to miss one moment.

She made a humming sound in the back of her throat and pulled my pants down some more. My dick caught on the elastic, then sprang back so hard it slapped against my stomach. Lila’s little sound of surprise had me chuckling. The sound was low, rough, and dirty as hell.

I threaded my fingers though her hair, needing something to ground myself, needing to touch her, and held my breath as she took my dick in her hand and leaned in. I had a decent cock, long, wide, but right now it had never looked so big. All bulging veins, glistening from the pre-come leaking in a constant stream.

Her breath was hot on the fat head when she got closer. And then the tip of her pink tongue darted out, tasting me.

“Fuck.” I fell back, leaning heavily against the door behind me.

Lila lapped at me then, teasing little licks, tasting me as one of her hands traveled higher, running over my abs. Her tentative exploration drove me wild, turned me on so bad I was on the verge of hyperventilating.

Then she sucked me into her mouth without warning.