Bound Together (17 page)
Authors: Marie Coulson
Lifting onto my knees, I
gathered my dress up to my hips, pulled my panties aside and
positioned myself over his rigid, delicious cock before lowering
myself down onto it, savoring the sensation as every inch filled
me. Breaking the connection of our lips my head fell back in pure
ecstasy. He hissed a breath and his jaw clenched as I began to move
slowly up and down, still firmly pressing my hands on his perfectly
sculpted and smooth chest. My hips rhythmically grinding on his, I
moaned with pleasure while he matched me, thrusting upwards,
deepening the penetration. I gasped as a twinge of pain shot
through me, the thick tip of his cock pressed into me and I could
feel it all the way inside my belly. It was a momentary stabbing as
I quickly became overcome with raw animal hunger. I needed him
harder and faster thrusting inside me. As though he’d read my mind,
Jared gripped my hips and hoisted me off of him, pushing me down
onto the floor below us. My knees on the floor, he flipped me over,
kneeling behind me. I heard the familiar sound of foil tearing.
Entwining our fingers he held my hands firmly against the sleek
leather seat and plunged into me.
Groaning, he moved in and
out fast and hard making my whole body shake and jolt forward as
his hips slammed into my behind. His lips brushed my ear and I
could feel his warm breath on my skin, sending a shiver through me.
“Oh god Layla, you’re so fucking hot. This ass, these legs, this
tight, wet little cunt, I can’t get enough of you. I could spend
hours just making your body quiver beneath me. You’re my new
addiction, my obsession and I’m hooked on you.”
I gripped our fingers
tighter together as the carnality of his words echoed in my ear. My
muscles tightened and my legs stiffened as my orgasm hit me like a
tidal wave. Thrashing and crashing inside me I cried out, unable to
silence my pleasure as it blissfully ripped me apart. He plunged
into me again before stilling, biting down on my neck passionately
as his own orgasm gripped him. I could feel his heart beat against
my back and the pounding of my own echoed in my ears as I basked in
the afterglow of our post-coital embrace. Releasing my hands, he
snaked his arms around me and sat back on his heels pulling me into
him. My back pressed against his strong and muscular chest and my
head rolled back onto his shoulder. Sliding his hands from my waist
to my stomach, he held me tightly to him as I turned my face
towards him. He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me gently,
caressing my lips with his tongue before pushing it into my mouth.
He kissed me tenderly with loving gentleness. Leaving one hand
around my waist he lifted the other to my face and cupped my
jaw.
He began to place tiny,
sweet kisses all over my face: my cheeks, my nose, my forehead,
before returning to my lips, grazing them with his own. I opened my
eyes and found him gazing at me. His deep pools of blue sparkled in
the moonlight and I couldn’t help the feeling that our relationship
had deepened in the past few hours. I felt a connection to him that
was slowly consuming me and the realization that I was falling in
love was leaving me slightly nervous. I’d never felt that way
before and this new territory was unfamiliar and frightening.
Holding me tighter he brushed my cheek with his thumb.
“
I don’t know what it is
you’ve done to me Layla, but I love it. I’m caught up in your world
and I never want to escape. You’re mine Layla. I’ll give you the
world and everything in it if you’ll just give me your promise.”
Leaning my forehead against his, I sighed with
happiness.
“
I’m yours. For as long
as you want me.”
My heart swelled with joy
as the thought of being exclusively his warmed me. I had been his
since the moment he’d first kissed me and as he held me in his arms
I couldn’t imagine ever being with anyone else.
for most of the week and after spending most of my time with him in
the past few weeks I felt slightly abandoned with his absence,
especially after what had happened between us at dinner the
previous night and then in the car. But with classes and my shifts
at the coffee shop, I had more than enough to keep me busy. He’d
given me a schedule of his week when he’d dropped me off that night
so that I knew exactly where he was when he wasn’t with me. It made
timing my calls easier. Though he had told me to call him whenever
I wanted, I felt uncomfortable interrupting his work just because I
was missing his voice. Work was keeping him so busy he’d had little
time for anything else that week. I worried that he was over doing
it but he reassured me that this was nothing unusual for him. He’d
quipped that if he ever needed nursing in bed, I’d be the first to
know. I mentally hugged myself for being so lucky.
around, Ollie invited Amy and me to Benny’s bar with him and Nick.
Amy was dying to get away from the pile of books that had gradually
been developing on her desk since classes had started. I’d held
onto some hope that Jared might have called and arranged to get
together but I hadn’t heard from him all day. The thought made me
feel a little dejected, but I reasoned with myself that he was
probably busy with meetings and work commitments. Checking my phone
one last time for any messages, I shrugged and smiled at Ollie.
“Sure. Why not? But I am not singing this time!”
He laughed and rubbed the
back of his neck with his hand, which he often did when he was
nervous. “Actually
I’m
playing tonight. Nick’s on drums and Eric plays bass. I play
lead and vocals.”
Amy shrieked. “Oh my god!
You’re like a real life rock band. This…is going to be… so
cool!”
I chuckled at her before
returning my gaze to Ollie. He was laughing at her too but he
simply shrugged and shot me a smile. “Guess we’ll find out won’t
we.”
The bar was buzzing and
was considerably more crowded than the previous week. I glanced at
Ollie, who had also clearly noticed the swarm of people gathered at
the bar. His face was pale and he swallowed hard. He was tense. I
reached out and gripped his hand firmly. He turned his head and
looked at me as I leaned forward with my mouth to his ear. “Don’t
worry. You’re gonna totally rock. It’ll be awesome. Just imagine
they’re not even here, that it’s just me and Amy.”
He gave me a faint smile
as I released his hand. Making his way through the crowd he headed
towards the stage where Nick and a guy with spikey blonde hair and
a “Will Rock For Food” t-shirt were setting up. I assumed the other
guy was the bass player Eric. They greeted him with a slap on the
back and he said something that made Nick throw his head back and
laugh.
Amy grabbed my hand and
began pulling me through the hoard of people to an empty table
she’d spotted. “This is so cool. Can you believe our Ollie is a
rock star?”
I cocked my head to the
side and rolled my eyes at her. “Amy they’re playing at an open mic
night. But yes. It’s pretty cool.” The microphone made a high
pitched screech catching my attention instantly. Turning to face
the stage I saw Ollie standing in front of the mic with his guitar
strapped around him. Leaning forward he cleared his throat and
addressed the crowd that was now falling silent to listen to the
group. “Hi we’re D.O.A and we’re gonna start with a song most of
you will know. It’s ‘Iris’ by the Goo Goo Dolls and it goes out to
my girls in Room 21.”
Winking over at me and
Amy he smiled and began to play. His voice was husky and low and he
sang every word with passionate emotion as if it were the air he
breathed.
Amy squealed with joy as
he played, glancing over at us every so often. She’d suddenly
become the guy’s very own groupie. Ollie was hypnotic. His voice
was deep and his lip ring pinched between his lips as he sang. I
was staring at him in awe when he looked directly at me and our
eyes met. He held my gaze and sang into the mic with intense
emotion, every word hitting me like a bullet.
My heart stopped as the words left his lips. His eyes were
penetrating mine as his expression became pained and his eyebrows
pinched together. My chest tightened and I was gasping for air. My
pulse jumped, hearing the hardcore emotion in his raspy, husky
tones. When he finally closed his eyes, losing himself in the
music, I seized the opportunity to tell Amy that I needed some air.
She gave me a concerned look but nodded before returning her gaze
to the stage.
I rushed toward the
doors, not risking a glance at Ollie. I had just been given the
answer to my question about his feelings towards me and he
definitely wasn’t in the friend zone. I had felt it with every
heartfelt note that left his lips. The night air hit me like a wall
as I pushed my way through the bar doors. The chill reached deep
into my lungs as I tried to control my heavy breathing. Putting my
hands on my knees, I leaned forward trying to regain my composure.
I felt sick as adrenaline surged through me. Ollie was my friend. I
couldn’t be who or what he wanted. Why couldn’t he just be
satisfied with being my friend? Why did he have to complicate
things? And why was I still thinking about his lips!?
My head was pounding and
I began to feel increasingly light headed. Struggling to get my
eyes to focus, the blur of headlights dazzled me and I began to
stumble into the wall adjacent to me. The next thing I knew I was
scooped up off of the ground, one arm was hooked behind my knees
and another around my back like I was a new bride.
“
Christ
Layla! Are you ok?” I recognized his voice immediately and felt
instantly more at ease.
“
Layla,
open your eyes and answer me.”
I looked up at Jared and
wound my hands around his neck. “What happened? Did someone hurt
you? Are you sick?”
He was panicked as he
scanned my face for answers. Shaking my head weakly, I finally
managed to respond. “No I’m fine. I just got a little lightheaded.
It’s pretty crowded in there and I’m kinda tired. I guess I just
got overwhelmed. You can put me down now.”
He held me tighter to him
and stared at me with concern. “The hell I will. You’re shaking and
you’re as white as a sheet. I’m taking you home so I can keep an
eye on you.”
I tried to protest but he
ignored my efforts. Hugging myself to his chest, I glanced over his
shoulder just in time to see Ollie storming out of the bar. His
face was thunderous. “Hey! Dickwad! Let her go!”
Jared whirled around, his
eyes immediately landing on Ollie who was sprinting towards us.
Wrestling out of Jared’s firm, strong arms I ran toward him.
Pressing my hands firmly against Ollie’s chest I screamed at him.
“No Ollie! That’s Jared!” His eyes darted between us before
settling on me. Waving his hands in the air in a frantic panic he
yelled at me. “Jesus Christ Layla, I thought he was trying to
abduct you! I got off stage and you were gone. Amy said you’d
stepped out and the next thing I see is you being carried away by
some heavy handed meat head.”
Jared took a step towards
Ollie but I intercepted him and held up my hand in warning. He was
glaring at him with a fury in his eyes that I’d never seen before.
Pointing accusingly at Ollie he shouted furiously.
“
Who
are
you
calling a meathead? I’m not the one who let her go outside
into a dark street
alone
in the middle of the night asswipe! Who the
hell
is
this
little fucker Layla?”
Ollie’s face grew dark
and I could feel his breathing getting erratic under my palm. His
fists clenched at his sides and I feared this would soon turn into
a full on brawl. Trying to push past me, Ollie yelled back at
Jared, smirking.
“
You
wanna go? Come at me bro!”
With my hand still
pressed firmly on Ollie’s chest, I gave him a warning look and
turned to Jared. “Jared, shut up! He didn’t just let me go outside,
he didn’t know I’d even left. He was on stage when I ran out. And
don’t call my friend an asswipe. This whole thing is just a simple
misunderstanding. Oliver is my friend from across the hall that I
told you about. Both of you just calm down and act like
grownups!”
Pointing accusingly at
Oliver, Jared looked like he was about to lose all control as rage
flared in his eyes “
That’s
Ollie! The
friend
you went to the movies with the other week and
had your head in his fucking chest for two hours? And you’re here
with him! Fuck no! What the fuck Layla!?”
I glared at him, taking
immediate dislike to the sarcastic tone he’d used when he’d called
Ollie my friend. I prodded his chest with my finger making my
point. “I did not come here alone with him. He’s playing with a
band and
I
was
with Amy. He
is
my friend Jared and what we did at the movies was completely
innocent. I thought we’d been over this already. Ollie lives across
the hall and we hang out. That’s not going to change so just back
off and stop accusing me of being unfaithful.”
Jared opened his mouth to
reply but I shot him a cautionary glare and he closed it again
before kicking at the ground and cursing under his breath. Amy
finally joined us in the parking lot with a confused look on her
face. I was almost relieved to see her. Her eyes darted between the
three of us.
gathered my dress up to my hips, pulled my panties aside and
positioned myself over his rigid, delicious cock before lowering
myself down onto it, savoring the sensation as every inch filled
me. Breaking the connection of our lips my head fell back in pure
ecstasy. He hissed a breath and his jaw clenched as I began to move
slowly up and down, still firmly pressing my hands on his perfectly
sculpted and smooth chest. My hips rhythmically grinding on his, I
moaned with pleasure while he matched me, thrusting upwards,
deepening the penetration. I gasped as a twinge of pain shot
through me, the thick tip of his cock pressed into me and I could
feel it all the way inside my belly. It was a momentary stabbing as
I quickly became overcome with raw animal hunger. I needed him
harder and faster thrusting inside me. As though he’d read my mind,
Jared gripped my hips and hoisted me off of him, pushing me down
onto the floor below us. My knees on the floor, he flipped me over,
kneeling behind me. I heard the familiar sound of foil tearing.
Entwining our fingers he held my hands firmly against the sleek
leather seat and plunged into me.
Groaning, he moved in and
out fast and hard making my whole body shake and jolt forward as
his hips slammed into my behind. His lips brushed my ear and I
could feel his warm breath on my skin, sending a shiver through me.
“Oh god Layla, you’re so fucking hot. This ass, these legs, this
tight, wet little cunt, I can’t get enough of you. I could spend
hours just making your body quiver beneath me. You’re my new
addiction, my obsession and I’m hooked on you.”
I gripped our fingers
tighter together as the carnality of his words echoed in my ear. My
muscles tightened and my legs stiffened as my orgasm hit me like a
tidal wave. Thrashing and crashing inside me I cried out, unable to
silence my pleasure as it blissfully ripped me apart. He plunged
into me again before stilling, biting down on my neck passionately
as his own orgasm gripped him. I could feel his heart beat against
my back and the pounding of my own echoed in my ears as I basked in
the afterglow of our post-coital embrace. Releasing my hands, he
snaked his arms around me and sat back on his heels pulling me into
him. My back pressed against his strong and muscular chest and my
head rolled back onto his shoulder. Sliding his hands from my waist
to my stomach, he held me tightly to him as I turned my face
towards him. He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me gently,
caressing my lips with his tongue before pushing it into my mouth.
He kissed me tenderly with loving gentleness. Leaving one hand
around my waist he lifted the other to my face and cupped my
jaw.
He began to place tiny,
sweet kisses all over my face: my cheeks, my nose, my forehead,
before returning to my lips, grazing them with his own. I opened my
eyes and found him gazing at me. His deep pools of blue sparkled in
the moonlight and I couldn’t help the feeling that our relationship
had deepened in the past few hours. I felt a connection to him that
was slowly consuming me and the realization that I was falling in
love was leaving me slightly nervous. I’d never felt that way
before and this new territory was unfamiliar and frightening.
Holding me tighter he brushed my cheek with his thumb.
“
I don’t know what it is
you’ve done to me Layla, but I love it. I’m caught up in your world
and I never want to escape. You’re mine Layla. I’ll give you the
world and everything in it if you’ll just give me your promise.”
Leaning my forehead against his, I sighed with
happiness.
“
I’m yours. For as long
as you want me.”
My heart swelled with joy
as the thought of being exclusively his warmed me. I had been his
since the moment he’d first kissed me and as he held me in his arms
I couldn’t imagine ever being with anyone else.
Chapter
16
I Want To Be A Rock
Star
for most of the week and after spending most of my time with him in
the past few weeks I felt slightly abandoned with his absence,
especially after what had happened between us at dinner the
previous night and then in the car. But with classes and my shifts
at the coffee shop, I had more than enough to keep me busy. He’d
given me a schedule of his week when he’d dropped me off that night
so that I knew exactly where he was when he wasn’t with me. It made
timing my calls easier. Though he had told me to call him whenever
I wanted, I felt uncomfortable interrupting his work just because I
was missing his voice. Work was keeping him so busy he’d had little
time for anything else that week. I worried that he was over doing
it but he reassured me that this was nothing unusual for him. He’d
quipped that if he ever needed nursing in bed, I’d be the first to
know. I mentally hugged myself for being so lucky.
* * *
around, Ollie invited Amy and me to Benny’s bar with him and Nick.
Amy was dying to get away from the pile of books that had gradually
been developing on her desk since classes had started. I’d held
onto some hope that Jared might have called and arranged to get
together but I hadn’t heard from him all day. The thought made me
feel a little dejected, but I reasoned with myself that he was
probably busy with meetings and work commitments. Checking my phone
one last time for any messages, I shrugged and smiled at Ollie.
“Sure. Why not? But I am not singing this time!”
He laughed and rubbed the
back of his neck with his hand, which he often did when he was
nervous. “Actually
I’m
playing tonight. Nick’s on drums and Eric plays bass. I play
lead and vocals.”
Amy shrieked. “Oh my god!
You’re like a real life rock band. This…is going to be… so
cool!”
I chuckled at her before
returning my gaze to Ollie. He was laughing at her too but he
simply shrugged and shot me a smile. “Guess we’ll find out won’t
we.”
The bar was buzzing and
was considerably more crowded than the previous week. I glanced at
Ollie, who had also clearly noticed the swarm of people gathered at
the bar. His face was pale and he swallowed hard. He was tense. I
reached out and gripped his hand firmly. He turned his head and
looked at me as I leaned forward with my mouth to his ear. “Don’t
worry. You’re gonna totally rock. It’ll be awesome. Just imagine
they’re not even here, that it’s just me and Amy.”
He gave me a faint smile
as I released his hand. Making his way through the crowd he headed
towards the stage where Nick and a guy with spikey blonde hair and
a “Will Rock For Food” t-shirt were setting up. I assumed the other
guy was the bass player Eric. They greeted him with a slap on the
back and he said something that made Nick throw his head back and
laugh.
Amy grabbed my hand and
began pulling me through the hoard of people to an empty table
she’d spotted. “This is so cool. Can you believe our Ollie is a
rock star?”
I cocked my head to the
side and rolled my eyes at her. “Amy they’re playing at an open mic
night. But yes. It’s pretty cool.” The microphone made a high
pitched screech catching my attention instantly. Turning to face
the stage I saw Ollie standing in front of the mic with his guitar
strapped around him. Leaning forward he cleared his throat and
addressed the crowd that was now falling silent to listen to the
group. “Hi we’re D.O.A and we’re gonna start with a song most of
you will know. It’s ‘Iris’ by the Goo Goo Dolls and it goes out to
my girls in Room 21.”
Winking over at me and
Amy he smiled and began to play. His voice was husky and low and he
sang every word with passionate emotion as if it were the air he
breathed.
Amy squealed with joy as
he played, glancing over at us every so often. She’d suddenly
become the guy’s very own groupie. Ollie was hypnotic. His voice
was deep and his lip ring pinched between his lips as he sang. I
was staring at him in awe when he looked directly at me and our
eyes met. He held my gaze and sang into the mic with intense
emotion, every word hitting me like a bullet.
My heart stopped as the words left his lips. His eyes were
penetrating mine as his expression became pained and his eyebrows
pinched together. My chest tightened and I was gasping for air. My
pulse jumped, hearing the hardcore emotion in his raspy, husky
tones. When he finally closed his eyes, losing himself in the
music, I seized the opportunity to tell Amy that I needed some air.
She gave me a concerned look but nodded before returning her gaze
to the stage.
I rushed toward the
doors, not risking a glance at Ollie. I had just been given the
answer to my question about his feelings towards me and he
definitely wasn’t in the friend zone. I had felt it with every
heartfelt note that left his lips. The night air hit me like a wall
as I pushed my way through the bar doors. The chill reached deep
into my lungs as I tried to control my heavy breathing. Putting my
hands on my knees, I leaned forward trying to regain my composure.
I felt sick as adrenaline surged through me. Ollie was my friend. I
couldn’t be who or what he wanted. Why couldn’t he just be
satisfied with being my friend? Why did he have to complicate
things? And why was I still thinking about his lips!?
My head was pounding and
I began to feel increasingly light headed. Struggling to get my
eyes to focus, the blur of headlights dazzled me and I began to
stumble into the wall adjacent to me. The next thing I knew I was
scooped up off of the ground, one arm was hooked behind my knees
and another around my back like I was a new bride.
“
Christ
Layla! Are you ok?” I recognized his voice immediately and felt
instantly more at ease.
“
Layla,
open your eyes and answer me.”
I looked up at Jared and
wound my hands around his neck. “What happened? Did someone hurt
you? Are you sick?”
He was panicked as he
scanned my face for answers. Shaking my head weakly, I finally
managed to respond. “No I’m fine. I just got a little lightheaded.
It’s pretty crowded in there and I’m kinda tired. I guess I just
got overwhelmed. You can put me down now.”
He held me tighter to him
and stared at me with concern. “The hell I will. You’re shaking and
you’re as white as a sheet. I’m taking you home so I can keep an
eye on you.”
I tried to protest but he
ignored my efforts. Hugging myself to his chest, I glanced over his
shoulder just in time to see Ollie storming out of the bar. His
face was thunderous. “Hey! Dickwad! Let her go!”
Jared whirled around, his
eyes immediately landing on Ollie who was sprinting towards us.
Wrestling out of Jared’s firm, strong arms I ran toward him.
Pressing my hands firmly against Ollie’s chest I screamed at him.
“No Ollie! That’s Jared!” His eyes darted between us before
settling on me. Waving his hands in the air in a frantic panic he
yelled at me. “Jesus Christ Layla, I thought he was trying to
abduct you! I got off stage and you were gone. Amy said you’d
stepped out and the next thing I see is you being carried away by
some heavy handed meat head.”
Jared took a step towards
Ollie but I intercepted him and held up my hand in warning. He was
glaring at him with a fury in his eyes that I’d never seen before.
Pointing accusingly at Ollie he shouted furiously.
“
Who
are
you
calling a meathead? I’m not the one who let her go outside
into a dark street
alone
in the middle of the night asswipe! Who the
hell
is
this
little fucker Layla?”
Ollie’s face grew dark
and I could feel his breathing getting erratic under my palm. His
fists clenched at his sides and I feared this would soon turn into
a full on brawl. Trying to push past me, Ollie yelled back at
Jared, smirking.
“
You
wanna go? Come at me bro!”
With my hand still
pressed firmly on Ollie’s chest, I gave him a warning look and
turned to Jared. “Jared, shut up! He didn’t just let me go outside,
he didn’t know I’d even left. He was on stage when I ran out. And
don’t call my friend an asswipe. This whole thing is just a simple
misunderstanding. Oliver is my friend from across the hall that I
told you about. Both of you just calm down and act like
grownups!”
Pointing accusingly at
Oliver, Jared looked like he was about to lose all control as rage
flared in his eyes “
That’s
Ollie! The
friend
you went to the movies with the other week and
had your head in his fucking chest for two hours? And you’re here
with him! Fuck no! What the fuck Layla!?”
I glared at him, taking
immediate dislike to the sarcastic tone he’d used when he’d called
Ollie my friend. I prodded his chest with my finger making my
point. “I did not come here alone with him. He’s playing with a
band and
I
was
with Amy. He
is
my friend Jared and what we did at the movies was completely
innocent. I thought we’d been over this already. Ollie lives across
the hall and we hang out. That’s not going to change so just back
off and stop accusing me of being unfaithful.”
Jared opened his mouth to
reply but I shot him a cautionary glare and he closed it again
before kicking at the ground and cursing under his breath. Amy
finally joined us in the parking lot with a confused look on her
face. I was almost relieved to see her. Her eyes darted between the
three of us.
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