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Derek had told Scott that he should stay away from Layla because she could evoke emotions in Scott that should be avoided. The McCall boy had agreed to it but what Derek didn't know, didn't hurt him according to Scott. There was no way he was going to be staying away from Layla. The boy obviously didn't listen because almost in the span of one hour after his conversation with Derek, Scott was in Layla's room. The girl throwing him on his bed.
Sje climbed on top of him, giggling as she captured the boy's lips with hers. His hands moved down her waist to her thighs before he moved his hand back up.
"Take it off," she whispered between kisses when one of his hand reached under her shirt. Scott pulled away, breathing heavily as he asked, "You're okay with that?"
Layla frowned, "Are you okay with it?"
"You're asking me if I'm okay with taking off your clothes?" he asked causing them both to laugh. "Stupid question," Layla said, leaning down to kiss his lips again.
"Like, world record stupid," Scott mumbled as her forehead touched his. "You first," she whispered, and he flipped them both over. He lied on top of her and immediately captured her lips. He sat up on his knees and she sat up as well. She pulled him closer and pulled him into a kiss.
A moan left the girl's lips when the kiss became more passionate. Layla felt his hands moving down her leggings towards her behind. She ran her fingers through his hair just when he swiftly pushed his tongue through her lips. "Mmm. . ."
She unwrapped her arms around his neck and slowly moved her hands down his body towards the hem of his shirt.
She was ready to give her all to him, she just wanted him all for herself. Layla pulled his shirt up his body and over his head, letting her eyes admire his body. He wasn't the most build but he had muscles. Scott kissed her again, his hands moving into her long hair. He just couldn't get enough of her.
"God," he muttered into the kiss when her hands wandered towards his belt. He knew what that meant. He was about to object to give a speech about how they should wait and she shouldn't be in a rush just for him but when her lips made contact with his neck, he just gave in.
Layla pulled Scott by his belt causing them both to fall back on the bed. Scott chuckled against her lips as Layla wrapprd her arm around his head letting him slowly grind himself against her. She arched her back when she felt his bulge.
