fantasty kiss - raj say hello (large ebook reader .TXT) 📗

removed the jacket, hands lingering on my arms longer than necessary. He ran his cold fingertips up and down my arms.
My body still trembled and I knew tears would come next. I couldn’t believe I had gotten myself into this situation. I loved Devin and would do anything to keep him. Even if it meant…
“Relax, Layla.” He whispered in my ear. “It’ll be over before you know it.”
I closed my eyes and sighed, relaxing my body as best I could.
When I stopped my shaking he took my hand and led me to his seat. He sat and gazed up at me hungrily. I’d seen that look in Devin’s eyes before but Devin’s gaze didn’t make me sick to my stomach.
“On your knees.” He commanded.
I did as I was told as he unfastened his pants and pulled out his hardened member.
“You know what to do.”
Actually I didn’t. I’d only ever done something like this once before and wasn’t sure if I had done it right then. Jack had told me yes but I was self conscious and unsure of myself.
When I didn’t act he looked amused. “You don’t know how, do you?” His smile widened when I glared at him. “What’s Devin been teaching you?”
The question wasn’t meant to be answered and I bit back the urge to tell him to go screw himself.
“Lick it,” he said grabbing my chin roughly in one hand making my mouth squish. “Start at the base then move to the tip.”
I jerked my head from his grasp and stared hard at the black, white and grey tiled floor.
“Do it or I’ll see to it your little study sessions with Devin will only happen through two inches of Plexiglas and a plastic red telephone.”
I brought my head back, eyes burning with tears though none fell. I took him in one hand and did as he instructed. I did this a few times slowly and he put his head back, letting out a small breathy moan.
When I reached the head again he took hold of my hair and forced himself into my mouth. I nearly gagged as I choked a bit.
I pulled back only to be forced back down repeatedly. When I knew what to do he stopped forcing me and let me work on my own. Using my tongue seemed to drive him crazy the most so that’s what I did. I gripped his legs so I wouldn’t fall and with that simple touch he hardened a little more. Every time I’d run my tongue over him he’d moan. Apparently I was doing something right because it drove him over the edge. Warm liquid flooded my mouth but as I tried to pull back he held my head down so there was no escape.
“Swallow it.” He breathed. “No sense on making a mess.”
The liquid slid down my throat before I could stop it and I choked a bit.
When I finished, he told me to clean up after myself. I did. The only evidence of what had just happened was his limp member.
“That was…wonderful,” he said stoking my cheek with his index finger. “No wonder Devin was keeping you to himself.”
I pulled back from his touch. This earned me a look. He fixed his pants and instructed for me to sit on his desk. I did but never met his eyes.
“Don’t look like that, Layla.” He tilted my face up with his thumb and fore finger. “I only need one more thing from you.”
I glared at him. What could he possibly want now?
His hands groped my breast and I gasped in pain. I bit my bottom lip to prevent any more noise from escaping them.
“This is going to be our little secret,” he said lifting my shirt and bra. His mouth connected with my left breast as his hand kneaded the other. “If Devin never finds out, neither will Stubbs. Understood?”
His teeth grazed my sensitive area and I whimpered but nodded.
“Good,” he said into my breast.

Chapter Nineteen
When I got home I felt my burden heavy. Slut, my mind screamed at me. It was right. I was a slut. I hadn’t slept with Miller but it was just as bad. I felt like crying.
No one was home again and I was grateful for that. I didn’t think I could handle my father’s questioning stare at the moment.
I went to my room to drop off my bag then went to the bathroom and started a hot shower. I scrubbed every inch of my body but nothing could get rid of the flesh bumps. I could still feel his mouth on my skin. I scrubbed harder, not realizing I was crying until I heard my sobs over the sound of the running water. I slid down to the floor of the porcelain tub and just cried.
I wasn’t sure how long I sat that way but the water was ice cold before I finally decided it was time to get out. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to my room.
My phone beeped, meaning I had a missed call. The number made me pale. Devin. The resent events popped into my head and I shuddered, nearly breaking down again.
I pulled myself together and hit the call back button.
When he answered there was a smile in his voice. “Hey, love, you home?”
“Yeah,” I said, wishing my voice didn’t crack the way it did.
“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” His voice changed to concern quickly.
“Nothing.” I lied. “I’m fine.”
My voice no longer cracked and I tried to breathe calmly.
“Did something happen? Is it Rebecca?”
“No, no. I’m fine. I’m alone.”
“Layla don’t lie to me. I can hear it in your voice something’s wrong.”
“I’m fine.” I tried again, this time a lot stronger. I could put up a front just till he hung up.
“Alright, Layla. I was…just calling to see if you had made it home safe. I know you said you had to stay and talk with Miller.
“Yeah, I’m home. Look I’ve got to go. I, uh, just got out the shower and need to get dressed.”
“Oh, okay. Yeah, sure. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I never meant those words as much as I meant them then. I truly loved this man. I’d do anything for him.
He hung up and I sank to the floor. I just wanted to sleep. To drift away and let this day be over with. I had long ago lost my appetite so I didn’t have to worry about that.
I closed my eyes and let my head rest against my mahogany dresser.

The door bell ringing made me jump. I looked around myself a little disoriented. The sun was beginning to set indicating I’d been asleep longer than a few minutes.

The bell rang again and I got up from the floor quickly. I had made it down stairs before I realized I was still in my towel and my damp hair clung to my face.
I looked out the window to see nothing. There was no car in the driveway besides my own and the streets were pretty barren. But the door bell rang once more. I grabbed my father’s long tan coat and pulled it over my body. It came to my knees, which was better than what the towel covered.
Opening the door just a crack, I peered out then sighed. What the hell was Devin doing here?
I opened the door wider and let him in, quickly closing it behind him. I hoped no one saw him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked pulling the jacket closed.
“I’m not stupid, Layla,” he said searching my eyes. “Something was clearly wrong when I talked to you on the phone.”
“What if my parents had been home, huh? You can’t just drop by like that.” I was just a little irritated. I wasn’t protecting our secret just so he could do something as reckless as this and ruin it.
“You said they weren’t and I had to make sure you were alright. And apparently I was right to drop by because it looks like you’ve been crying.”
“I haven’t.” I mumbled. “Everything’s fine.”
“That’s a lie, Layla.” He brought his hand to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek. “Why are you lying to me?”
I closed my eyes and leaned into that hand. “I’m not lying. Everything’s fine.”
Besides the seriously fucked up situation, yeah, everything was fine. Or would be. I’d make sure everything was alright.
“I know that’s not true but I’m not sure why you won’t tell me. I’m going to trust you know what you’re doing.” His arms wrapped around me and he placed his lips against my hair. “Whatever it is will be fine.”
I nodded. It would be fine.
“Who’s jacket is this?” He asked pulling back.
“Oh.” I removed it. “It’s my father’s, I wasn’t sure who was at the door. Your car isn’t outside.”
“I parked around the corner after I saw that your car was the only one in the driveway. Why are you still in a towel? You said you were getting dressed like two hours ago?”
Had it really been two hours? “I fell asleep.” I shrugged. “I only meant to close my eyes for a moment.”

He smiled. “Come on, let’s get you dressed.”

He took my hand and pulled me upstairs. Once he reached my room he took in my scattered clothes and tossed about bag then looked at me. It was quite clear I’d come straight home and got into the shower.
“Layla…love, what happened?” He asked looking at me now. He assessed me for a moment, eyes roaming over my body. They stopped at my cleavage.
I fidgeted uncomfortably, pulling the towel up a bit.
“What’s that?” He asked voice tight.
“Nothing.” I turned and tried to go to my closet only to be pulled back by my arm. I winced. “You’re hurting me.”
“Layla, those look new.” He was referring to the reddened flesh there. Hickies he sure as hell didn’t leave. “Did Jack…?”
“No.” My voice was small and I couldn’t meet his eyes. I tried my best to pull away from his hand but he wouldn’t loosen his hold.
“I sure as hell didn’t make them.” His voice was tight just like his grip. Then recognition lit his features. The only other person I’d been with had been Miller. I’d come straight home, took a shower and it looked like I’d been crying? Put all that together and what did you get?
“What happened with Miller?”
“Nothing,” I said quickly. A little too quickly.
“Did he make…I’m going to kill him.” He released me and headed for the door. I clutched my sore arm.
“Wait!” I said as he descended the stairs. “You can’t.”
“Explain to me why I shouldn’t go kick his ass?!” He rounded on me and I skid to a stop.
“He knows!” I cried. “He knows about us.” Again I couldn’t meet his eyes. “He said it was pretty obvious, knew just by watching the way we reacted around each other.”
I risked a glance up at him and saw he was trembling.
“So you slept with him.”
“No!” I shouted, tears spilling over. “Never, I wouldn’t. But he…he made me…”
He did something then that I wasn’t expecting. He hugged me. Took me into his arms and held me tight. I brought my arms around his stomach.
“He said he’d report you.” I tried my best to stop my sniffling. I was certain I was ruining his nice royal blue satin shirt. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t-”
“It’s not your fault.” He soothed. “I’m going to kill him. He’s dead.”
“No, no you can’t know.”