Woohoo!!! I just found out this story's reached a thousand reads!!!
I'm not really sure how this goes, but it's a good thing right? :P
Haha.. Well just to celebrate a little and to thank all of you for following this story, voting and commenting, I wrote another chapter just for you guys~~
Hope you like it!!! ^_^
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Groaning, Layla opened her eyes and held her pounding head. Last night had to have been the worst night of her life.
She closed her eyes and thought back on last night's events, and silently moaned at her own foolishness.
She had, against her better judgement, followed the sounds of the groans to the room next to hers and found the door slightly ajar.
Again her curiosity got the better of her, and she peeked in through the slightly opened door. What she saw however, she knew would be stuck in her head for the rest of her life.
Matt was lying on his back with Lysander straddling him in a 69 position. Both of them had each other's cocks in their mouths and were happily sucking and slurping away like they were eating the best candy in the world.
Damon was in front of Lysander's head, lifting Matt's leg up and thrusting inside Matt's back entrance like a man possessed, while Rick was on the opposite side thrusting into Lysander. They were in that position until Rick groaned out, "I'm cumming!!!", and he was swiftly followed by three other groans when they all found their release.
It would have been still okay if she had turned around and ran back to her room to hide, but her legs seemed to have glued themselves to the floor, because no matter how many times her brain told her to move, nothing budged.
And so she continued to watch, and boy did they put on a show.
Damon and Rick began to double penetrate Lysander while they were all lying on their sides. Their heads were all towards the opposite side of the room, so Layla had a clear view of the 2 cocks thrusting into Lysander's tight hole. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen, she thought, until she saw Lysander's gaping hole, spilling all the cum it had received that night, after they were done.
Unknown to them all, when Damon and Rick had moaned at the sight of all that cum flowing from Lysander, Layla had moaned at the same time, but had hurriedly covered her mouth in shock, before finally being able to move her feet and make her way back to her room.
She almost tripped in her hurry, and when she got to her room, she closed the door and flung herself on the bed, still panting.
Her mind was no stranger to sex. When she had refused to give up her virginity to her ex, he had made her sit down and watch porn with him, hoping to entice her. He had all kinds of videos, ranging from double to triple penetration, gangbangs and bdsm. She had been forced to watch it all, but in the end, she had remained adamant on keeping her virginity, because she couldn't bring herself to give it up to someone who would spend the rest of his life comparing her to the women he watched all the time.
Maybe because she was a hopeless romantic, but she truly believed that sex should only be an act between people who were in love. It was this love that she had craved, this so called "bonding" of the souls that she had wanted very much, especially for when she made love for the first time. And in the videos, all they were doing was, to put it bluntly, 'just fucking'. They were just doing it for the sake of finding release and Layla found no satisfaction in that.
That was when the insults came.
Shaking her head to clear the unwanted and painful thoughts, she brought her mind back to the matter at hand.
What she had just seen happen however, was a totally different thing.
She had seen the love that was going on between those four men and she had wanted to be part of it, just to feel like she was loved too.
The way Damon and Rick looked lovingly at Lysander when they thrust into him, it made her really wet down there and she had been so tempted to go to their room and ask if they would let her join them.
Somehow, although she didn't exactly know how, she had resisted the urge and lay twisting and turning in the bed for the rest of night, sexually frustrated and unable to get the image of their lovemaking out of her head.
It was like watching the same scene of a movie, over and over in her mind, until from sheer exhaustion and after counting millions of sheep, she had finally been able to fall asleep.
Now however, her body was complaining of the abuse her lack of sleep had caused it, and the alcohol she drank last night had given her a pounding headache as well. All she wanted to do was go back to sleep.
Unfortunately, a knock on the door prevented that.
Matt poked his head around her door and said loudly, "Layla, you okay? May I come in?"
Groaning from his loud voice that seemed to pierce into her head at a frequency so high, it was making her headache worst, she tried to sit up but only managed to fall back down onto her pillow again.
Matt heard her groan and slowly made his way into the room, his eyes full of concern.
"You alright sweetheart? I'm sorry you're feeling this horrible. I should have paid more attention to you and stopped you from drinking so much wine. There's a reason why Rick treasures that wine so much. It's a rare brand that can make you drunk very fast although it doesn't taste very strongly of alcohol." Matt mumbled apologetically, lowering his voice to a mere whisper when he noticed Layla cringing at the volume of his voice.
Helping her sit up and smoothing her hair from her face, he raised a glass of water and an aspirin to her lips. "Here, drink this, it'll help with the headache."
Gratefully, she took it and swallowed the pill. Still keeping her mouth closed, she smiled at him a thank you.
However, looking at him made her thoughts flash back to what she accidentally saw last night. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the image of Damon thrusting into Matt while Lysander sucked him, out of her mind. Soon, her face was bright red and she couldn't seem to make herself look at him in the eye.
Wondering what was running through her mind to cause her to be so embarrassed, Matt found himself staring at Layla. Her hair was messy, looking like she'd just been fucked, and fucked well. Her cheeks were a rosy red and she was biting her lower lip while staring at the bed sheets and twirling her thumbs together. She looked absolutely adorable. And so sexy.
"What's wrong sweetheart? Why won't you look at me?" He gently asked, lifting her chin so that she was looking into his eyes.
She seemed to blush even redder, and shook her head still silent, smiling shyly.
Matt frowned harder, his brows wrinkling in confusion. "What's wrong with your voice? Does your throat hurt? Do you want me to get you something?" He asked worriedly, and rose to get her some medicine for her throat.
Hurriedly, she grabbed him and pulled him back down to the bed. Then she looked awkwardly at him for a second before pointing at her mouth, and waving her fingers in front of her nose.
His brows wrinkled further before it smoothed as he understood what she was trying to tell him.
Grinning, he leaned in close and engulfed her in a hug.
"I don't care about your morning breath silly, I'd still kiss you anyway." He mumbled gently, and then as if to prove his point, he leaned down and kissed her tenderly on her lips.
Pulling back, he was pleased to see Layla having a dreamy smile on her face. She looked so damn cute, that he couldn't resist wanting to tease her.
"Whew, you weren't kidding when you said you had morning breath." He said, pretending to be trying hard to be nice about it.
Immediately a look of horror and shame replaced the dreamy smile, and she clamped her mouth close with both her hands, making him immediately regret his impulsive actions.
"No, no!! I was kidding, I was only trying to tease you! It's not bad at all! I promise." He hurried to reassure her, and tried to loosen her hold on her mouth.
She seemed for a moment unsure whether he was being nice about it or telling the truth. But when she finally realized he had only been teasing her, she narrowed her eyes, playfully glared at him and whacked him on the chest. Then as if she was sulking, she turned her back to him and buried her face into her pillow.
"Layla?....Layla?......are you... Are you mad at me?" Matt asked, his voice unsure and worried.
Layla was grinning into the pillow and she had to force herself to hold in the giggle that was threatening to come out. He sounded so forlorn.
Taking her silence to be a yes, Matt panicked.
"Layla, please... I didn't mean to make you mad... I just... I thought... I was stupid. Can you please forgive me?" Matt asked, while poking his finger hesitantly at her side, trying to get her to turn around and face him.
Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke.
That idiot! Didn't he know that place he was poking was- Layla couldn't stand it anymore and she burst out giggling pushing his hand away from her side. She was very ticklish and it had taken all her effort to hold her laughter in for that long.
"Wha-? So you weren't mad at me?"Matt asked relieved, then a mischievous glint entered his eyes as he pounced on her, tickling her for all he was worth.
Layla shrieked when he pounced and then screamed in laughter when his hands moved up and down her ribs.
"Stop!!!! "She screamed and then continued laughing while gasping for air. "Stop Matt I can't breathe!" She squealed.
Finally Matt took pity on her and stopped tickling her. However, even with her attempts to escape Matt's evil fingers, she had somehow ended up on his lap and was now lying collapsed against his chest, exhausted from all the screaming and laughing she'd recently done. Even so, she couldn't help but notice how hard and strong his chest was, and how broad his shoulders were surrounding her.
Having Layla in his arms was the best feeling in the world, she was soft all over, and he would definitely be able to sleep well hugging her at night. She would be his own personal bolster, he thought happily. He gently pulled her closer to him and nuzzled her neck, causing her to let out a soft little moan.
Tilting her head towards him, he lowered his head and kissed her. He put all his pent up emotions for the last whole week into the kiss, telling her without words how much he had grown to care for her, how much he needed her, how he would do anything in the world for her.
Layla was melting. Matt's lips tasted like white chocolate, rich and sweet. She loved it.
He was kissing her so tenderly that her heart clenched and her stomach filled with butterflies.
Their kiss however, was brought up short when Lysander came bursting into the room shouting, "WHAT HAPPENED?!?!?!"
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HAHAHAHAA... Lysander cracks me up.. :P
But Matt is really sweet isn't he? <3
Honestly they all are, that's why I'm in a dilemma right now and need all of your help.
*IMPORTANT*
From this chapter, I hope you've already guessed that Layla's a virgin. If you haven't found that out yet, well... I'm letting you know now.. :P
Here's my problem. Layla only has two cherries to pop, and I can't decide who she gives it to, and how many of them will be involved in her first time.
So, I'm leaving the decision to you guys.
Please please please inbox me and tell me who's your favorite. And who you think should be the one Layla's most comfortable with to finally give her virginity to.
Thank you so much in advance!! I love you!! <3