SHE LIKES IT HERE, SO, HERE WE GO.

CONNOR

A warmth, sudden and familiar, hit my face, forcing me to turn over.

Blindly, I searched around my lower body for the sheets, and when I had grabbed it, I tried pulling it over my shoulders, but the other end of it wouldn't bulge.

Groaning, I stretched against the bed, my knuckles colliding mercilessly with the bedframe to produce a striking sound.

The pain spread mercilessly across my arm, forcing me to swallow the hard ball of urge to change my bed to a more modern style.

With my eyes still shut, I tried rolling over to the other side of the bed, but crashed against an obstruction.

My brain processed it quickly, noting that I wasn't alone on the bed, but before I could make out who the company was and why they were there, I was distracted by a heaviness around my waist.

It was so distinct and full, my eyes flung open, my fingers working frantically to push the sheets away from my body, my thoughts roaming hard, fearing the worst possible outcome.

My breathing dropped.

My body jittered to the sight of my own erection in its full glory. Hard on. Tall and firm, poking tightly against the material of my boxer briefs.

Goosebumps formed against my skin as my memory juggled back the event of last night.

My chest tightened to the outcome of that reality, so much that even with knowing that Lola was still in my house, beside me, probably fast asleep, I turned with hope that I was mistaken.

A fuzzy feeling rumbled through my stomach as I stared back at my hardness.

I needed the bathroom.

No, maybe not. Maybe just a quick hand job discreetly under the sheets would handle it.

I drew in a long breath as my eyes shamelessly found their way back to Lola's face.

I was almost thrown off of my skin when I saw her staring right back at me, her hands tucked under her head the same way they had been seconds ago when I had confirmed she was fast asleep.

"Hey," I muttered, pushing my body farther away from hers.

"Shhhhh!" 

Then, a long finger crossed over my lips.

My hands were still buried under the sheets, stiff, unable to make that one decision that would probably make me the responsible best friend.

I couldn't help it.

She shouldn't have touched me.

It wasn't my fault.

I kept repeating the words in my head, but it didn't change anything. I knew it wouldn't.

A strong breeze pushed past the window, pricking the skin of my arm with a cold sensation. At the same time, I saw the sheet get dragged off my skin.

In a split second, she was kneeling over me, in a straddling position, her eyes cold with impatience.

Maybe, I should try to say something. I thought about it.

"Lola...We could...F*ck!"

I gasped to the warmth of her tongue against my shaft — slow, deliberate, reaching my deepest core, turning my resilience to total surrender.

I grabbed the sheets hard, my knuckles stiffening to the surge of energy that descended my body.

I could see Lola crouched over me, every other thing blurred in my vision.

I watched her head pop up and down, her hair a mess of tangled strands.

My eyes itchy with tears of pleasure, I let out a heavy sigh, letting myself go completely.

Grabbing the bedframe with one hand to adjust well into position, I grabbed her hair with my other hand.

She winced — a low sharp cry of consent.

Placing my hand to the back of her head, I ducked her more into me, pushing up my waist to get her to take more of me.

She gagged, my brain caking with the hot pump of adrenaline through my body.

I groaned, throwing my head back. I couldn't hold it down.

"Genau, mach weiter so!"

My hand moved down to her neck, fitting its width between my thumb and index, her skin moving seamlessly back and forth.

"Lolaaa!" I groaned, my waist stiffening.

She didn't say a word. Just kept grinding like it was her only assignment.

"You're totally unbelievable," I charged, grabbing her hair, but letting it go again as soon as I felt the sudden twirl around my cap.

"Lola!" I gasped again, my orgasm breaking out without control.

"Hold on!" I spoke through broken breaths, not wanting to come into her mouth — the thought of it alone drove me crazy. The knowledge of the fact that the previous night and the moment was real drove me insane.

Lola seemed hesitant, but I knew I couldn't afford it.

Yanking her head away from myself, I watched the light milky liquid gush out, showering against her face and neck.

Lola was smiling — a mischievous, satisfactory smile.

Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply, letting my thoughts settle well into words, before exhaling slowly, still unsure of what to say or how to even say anything.

"You're alright?" I managed.

"I should be asking you that. You freaked out the entire time," she returned, still unwilling to move from her position between my thighs — I had no idea how she had moved from her initial position, but the new one felt nice for a moment before guilt began to creep in like a dreaded visitor.

"Uuhm..." I exhaled anxiously, swallowing a hard lump that was suddenly wedged against my throat.

"I'm not sure why I am still here myself," she snorted, her tone heavy with how unsure she felt too about "us."

"But somehow, I like it here," she finished, her words dropping like activators in my chest.

I fought the urge to flip her over and make her take my cock until she chokes on it with tears in her eyes.

Swallowing hard, hoping my shameless desires goes down as well to my stomach.

"I was going to ask this before now. Does Eddy know you are here?" 

My gaze broadened in anticipation of her answer.

"Of course not, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind," she replied with a sad smirk.

Allowing my head fall, I thought about the worst that could result from this journey I and Lola had started, but somehow, I chose to ignore the fear that tugged at my chest.

I would be nowhere near the success I had achieved so far without the Langford influence.

If the consequences of our actions struck, not only Lola, I too will be merciless in the hands of Eddison Langford.

I exhaled sharply, causing Lola to look at my face, away from my waist, from my hardness which had grown full again.

"Show me what you've got,"I commanded, ramming her head hard into myself.