Taste Me

Codey

    **Layla's POV**

    Codey.  I repeated his name in my head a few times so I wouldn't forget it.  I was immediately attracted to him.  His royal blue suit looked amazing with his darker features.  He certainly didn't look 20.  Wait, how old is he?  I'll have to find out.  After he sat down and introduced himself and Jack, he took a long swig of water.  A drop escaped his mouth and trickled down his lip.  "Ah fuck." he said as he wiped the water away.  Damn I could have licked that off for him.  What is wrong with me!  Get it together L.

    I looked over at Rose and she gave me a smile that encouraged me to start a conversation with him.  So I turned back and said "Hi, I'm Layla.  It's nice to meet you." His gaze met mine and he reached his hand over to shake mine.  His grip was gentle but his hands were calloused.  So rough against mine.  I imagined him trailing his fingers over my body.  Woah! Chill out.  "Layla, I've never met anyone with that name before.   It's beautiful."  He smiled.  Oh man his smile was even more ravishing then Benji's.  And hey, I'm supposed to be the one opening with a compliment.  He's stealing my pick up technique.  So I hit him right back.  "Thank you.  I love the color of your suit.  It compliments your eyes."  I stared into his beautiful chocolate eyes and he stared back into my baby blues.  

    I felt it, that magical click of chemistry you get that makes your panties wet.  This guy was so handsome I couldn't take my eyes off of him.  "So, have you been playing for this team long?" I asked him.  "Only 2 years.  You can play a maximum of 4 unless you get traded."  I could listen to his smooth voice all day.  "I'm sorry, how old are you?" I asked trying not to sound like a creep.  "I'm 20." he said as he smiled at me.  I noticed a dimple on his cheek and wanted to kiss it.  I shook my head accepting his answer.  "You can't be much older then me right?" he said suddenly taking me aback.  Guys don't normally ask women about their age, but it seemed like he was giving me another compliment.  Do I look young?

    "Actually I am, I'm 33 Codey."  Using their name, another thing I like to do to entice them.  I smiled at him waiting for his reply.  You could tell he was calculating our age difference.  "That's nothing.  And if I may say Layla, you don't look a day over 23."  I just smiled at his response and broke eye contact.  Ok he's good.  He's using my tricks and it's working.  But is he playing with me or is he really into me?  I'll have to wait to see.

    Dinner started being served and we continued some small talk between bites of food.  I learned that he was in university and one day wanted to be a lawyer.  Hockey was something he wanted to go pro with but an injury when he was 17 prevented him from going that far.  He talked about his family, his friends, and what he was going to do over summer break.  He was asking me lots of questions about my life and seemed genuinely interested.  I don't even remember how long dinner was but by the time dessert was served I realized I hadn't paid any attention to Rose.  I quickly looked over and got her attention.  "Sorry I've been ignoring you." I gave her puppy dog eyes.  "Girl, quit talking to me.  I'm listening in on your conversation with that stud and I'm telling you he's into you."  She nudged me to turn back.  You don't have to tell me twice.

    When I turned back to Codey he was talking to someone across the table.  Not wanting to interrupt I just watched his lips as he talked.  I have a bit of an oral fixation.  I love to kiss, and it helps if the guys mouth is kissable which Codey's is.  I watched him talk and lick his lips.  The reddish hue moistened by his tongue has me fantasizing again.  I want to feel his lips on mine.  I need to taste him.  I must have been staring too hard because he turned to me suddenly.  "See something you like Layla?" he whispered to me.  s**t I've been caught!  "I-I d-don't, I-I mean I, ummmm," I bit my lip embarrassed by my stuttering "sorry." was all I could muster out.

    A smile crept slowly over that perfect mouth.  He leaned in slowly closing the gap between our faces stopping just a few inches from me.  Then I felt his hand on my knee under the table.  He slowly moved it up to the hem of my dress and gave my thigh a little squeeze.  His head turned to direct a whisper to my ear.  "It's ok Layla, I like what I see too."  His breath sent a shiver down my spine and I instantly got goosebumps.  I squeezed my thighs together partially trapping his fingers.  My body's involuntary reaction seemed to be pleasing to him because the next thing he said to me sent me over the edge.  "I've got a room here for the night.  Would you like to go up for a drink?"  f**k yes I would!  I took a deep but slow breath and looked down at his hand still on my thigh.  Then I slowly rose my gaze back up and met his eyes intently waiting for my answer.  I mirrored his previous action of tilting my head to direct my whisper into his ear and while leaning in I placed my hand on top of his resting on my thigh.  "Lead the way."