Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Tyler held his breath, which was an odd thing for him to do. Why was he holding his breath? He didn’t know

And then he exhales when Brett answered, confused as hell. “Layla Campbell? Girl with glasses with a best friend that keeps trying to get my attention?”

Tyler grew confused by Brett’s description before it clicked. Ahh, he was talking about the girl who was always stuck to Layla’s side.

“Yeah that one,” Tyler said, rolling out of bed to switch on the lights.

“What do you want with her number? Isn’t she like Karen’s cousin. You know that girl is bat shit crazy man, messing with her cousin would make her lose her shit.” Brett said.

Tyler noted that he can hear him clearer and lesser of the music,

He must’ve gone someplace quieter.

“She is?” His brows pinched. He hadn’t known that.

Karen never mentioned having family going to the same school as them. Then again Karen was a very private person, especially concerning her family.

Not that Tyler was complaining. Karen and he was only together to share physical pleasure and nothing more. The only reason why he kept accepting her back was because she gave good head.

Apart from that, he was the least bit interested in her.

Which was a douchey way of seeing her, but Tyler was always honest.

And sometimes being honest never quite worked out for him. Like the day Karen kneed him in the balls because he confessed another girl sucked his cock.

It was not like they were exclusive. They just fucked occasionally, it was her fault for trying to put a label on something that would never happen.

Still he wondered with curiosity and slight shock how the two can be related when they were by far opposites

But Layla, she was soft spoken pretty and walked with an air of toughness

could just tell she had

much to make her have this tough

months back when someone heard

he missed any of their interactions before? Was it because he never cared about who

tell me what you want with Layla’s number?” He sang, pulling Tyler out

of thoughts

of Layla wording out a rule of their little arrangement fluttered in his

want anyone to know about them. Brett was his best friend who he could

something like this from

that for her, he can

head. It was the way her lips had moved when she said them. The way they looked so

Are you spacing out on me?’ Brett questioned with

He was so glad that he did not go to bed with a shirt on because right now, his entire body felt

He was hot.

Brett. It’s not what you thinking.” He

say when he get her number. And it would be anything but innocent and

on the other line before sighing loudly. “I don’t have Layla’s number but I do have her friend’s brother’s number. The new kid that

though Brett couldn’t exactly see him, his hands feeling a little

breathed out in relief which was embarrassing but he hoped Brett hadn’t picked

was wrong with him honestly. He had

entire length of his room, every now and then groaning in frustration by the flashes of her

One single girl has

Why?

always ask himself that question, or would he be able

a throbbing pull. His cock

raked his hands through his hair, lugging it until he was sure he moved some from their