Inevitable (Book One)

Chapter 34

Shawn

"Now, please fuck me." The bold words fall from Lyla's mouth and I know I have no choice but to give her what she wants. I pull her down towards me and kiss her, trying to push all my thoughts from my head surrounding her recent confession about what happened at the game. I knew something was up with her when I looked up from the bench during the third period. She looked distracted and distant, but I never imagined this.

The balls of this guy to show up at my game and approach her. Lyla's hand reaches down and starts to unbuckle my belt in a quick motion and I focus back on her and this moment, pushing my anger deep down to deal with later. She unzips my pants and stands up off me to pull them down my legs. She reaches for the waistband of my boxers, but my hands stop her and she looks confused. I pull her back onto me and kiss her again as I flip her onto her back so that I'm hovering over her. She's wearing a button down flannel top and I work at the buttons until they're all undone and unveil a white silk bra.

My lips trail down to her chest as she leans forward and shrugs the shirt down her arms and tosses it aside. My kisses continue down to the waistband of her jeans where I quickly unfasten them then I ensure to grab both her jean and underwear as I slide them down her legs. I return to the area I left off with my kisses and waste no time traveling further down to the sweet spot between her thighs. I don't have the patience to tease her tonight, there's an urgency behind every movement I make, everywhere I touch. My tongue works on her clit as I use my fingers to slide inside of her, sweeping in and out as she moans out my name and her hips buck up of the mattress. I apply more pressure with my tongue and quicken the pace with my fingers. I feel her reach down and tug at my hair.

"I'm close," she moans out to me and it drives me insane to watch her body writhe from my touch as I watch her come undone, her thighs squeezing my ears as they clench together. I waste no time sliding my boxers down and climbing back on top of her, entering her in one quick motion. Her hands are on my back digging into my skin, clinging to me as I pump in and out of her. I grab one of her thighs bringing it forward towards her chest, giving me more access to push into her deeper and I do, eliciting a loud moan from her and I know I won't last much longer. I continue to thrust, increasing my speed as I can feel myself reaching the brink of release.

I look down to where our bodies are joining together, it's so fucking hot to watch her underneath me like this. I glance up into her eyes and see that she is watching me and biting her bottom lip. I come undone and spill into her as I catch myself on my elbows, not wanting to crush her beneath me. I kiss her before I climb off the bed and hand her a shirt off the floor to clean herself with. She stands off the bed and throws another one of my t-shirts over her head before she tiptoes out of the bedroom and I hear the washroom door close. I move to my dresser and pull out a pair of workout shorts and a tank top that I slide on before I move to the closet and retrieve my boxing tape. I am halfway through wrapping my one hand when Lyla returns from the washroom.

"What are you doing?" She asks as her eyebrows furrow together.

"We have a punching bag downstairs," I explain to her. "Just need to go take some aggression out before bed." I glance up at her again and she looks unsure and concerned.

"I don't want you preparing to fight him," she tells me and I shake my head at her.

"I'm not going to fight him," I tell her truthfully, or at least at this moment in time it's not in my plans, as much as I would like to. "I box pretty frequently. It helps me relieve stress from time to time," I try to explain to her in hopes it will calm her nervousness. She still doesn't look convinced but she offers me a small nod. I finish wrapping both hands and grab a towel.