Don’t think; just do it. It will be over soon…
Screwing her eyes shut tight, Laila dropped every stitch she wore, crawled into the bed, and closed her eyes, doing her best to dredge up gumption and calm.
The next few minutes passed in the blink of an eye before Trees emerged from the bathroom. He paused in the kitchen, and she held her breath, hoping like hell that he wouldn’t notice anything amiss. When he shut the refrigerator door a moment later, she was sure she’d avoided raising suspicion. And when he settled onto the mattress beside her, turning away to give her the illusion of space and privacy, she waited, her lips pressed together to hold in a whimper as she stared through the window at the crisp, still night.
Soon, she would be out there—and on her way to Valeria and Jorge. All she had to do was make sure Trees slept soundly.
When she finally heard his soft snoring, she mentally counted to one hundred and tried to work up her fortitude. Then she did it again. Not that it helped. Trees would likely wake up before she finished the task ahead. He woke up anytime she so much as had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. And what would likely happen after that terrified her.
Once she reached one hundred a second time, Laila forced herself to stop stalling and eased the covers off her naked body, shivering in the winter air. Or was she trembling because she had figurative cold feet? After all, Trees hadn’t given her permission to touch him. And he’d been nice…in a gruff sort of way. Definitely nicer than any of Emilo’s lackeys and thugs.
But none of that mattered. Jorge and his health came first, so she shoved away the useless guilt. It wouldn’t help her survive or bring her family back together. If Trees didn’t like anything she did to him, he had the luxury of saying no and pushing her away—something she’d never had. She wouldn’t force him.
But she’d bet he wouldn’t turn her down.
Pushing the thought aside, she balanced on her knees and inched across the mattress to where he slept curled on his side, his back looking big and broad and impossibly strong.
Laila gulped. He could overpower her easily. In seconds. Without breathing hard or breaking a sweat.
But she had to push forward. Whatever he wanted from her, whatever it took to ensure he fell into a satisfied stupor, she would do it. Not fighting him would be hard. Pretending to enjoy his touch would be worse. But she didn’t see another way.
Her heart rattled wildly against her chest as she reached under the blankets and slowly, slowly tugged the elastic of his shorts down, past his buttocks. He didn’t jolt or wake or ask what the hell she was up to. Laila released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
Next, she pulled the blankets over his hip and his arm before laying her palm on top, then eased him onto his back. He hadn’t slept more than a few hours a night since they’d left Florida. His fatigue should work to her advantage.
As he settled in the new position, his snoring stopped. Laila winced as she sat back and waited. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before he resumed. Again, she counted to one hundred. Then, with her heart gonging like a drum, she eased the sheet down to his knees.
His snoring continued.
Still, she held her breath as she wriggled the elastic band of his shorts past his hips and settled it around his thighs. Mission accomplished. Thank God, he was still sleeping. She had an apology, albeit flimsy, in place in case he woke, but she needed the head between his legs to be doing his thinking by then.
Laila had tried to avoid looking at Trees there. His feet were huge and his thighs were nearly as big as her middle. God knew those massive hands of his could encircle her waist, and he picked her up as if she weighed nothing. So she expected his jumbo size to extend to the parts of him she hadn’t seen.
But nothing had prepared her for what she saw now.
She gaped and froze, forgetting to breathe until her lungs burned. Dios mío. Flaccid, he was the size of most men erect.
How big would he be when all his blood rushed there and engorged him?
Laila bit her lip and pressed a shaking hand to her chest. If she managed to fit him in her mouth, how uncomfortable would it be?
It doesn’t matter. Think of reaching your sister and your nephew.
Hopefully, all it would cost her was a few minutes of gagging, drooling, degrading discomfort. Then freedom would be hers.
Before she lost her nerve, Laila slowly wrapped her hand around Trees’s warm, soft penis and began to stroke it.
His snoring stuttered as he swelled in her hand, growing, growing, growing until she could no longer curl her fingers completely around his steely girth.
Within seconds, he was at full—huge—staff, the massive head turning purple. He was definitely erect enough for her purposes, so she leaned in and opened her mouth. With her jaw straining, she wedged him between her lips and took him as deep as she could. When his crest hit the back of her throat, she hadn’t even taken half of him on her tongue. How could she possibly shove all of him in her mouth?
Hector had liked it when she gagged. He’d taken particular delight in tying her hands behind her back and—
No. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. She must focus on Trees, on giving him pleasure. On stimulating him to climax so he slept through her escape.
Laila eased back, dragging her lips up his shaft, her hands following, before slipping down and sinking into a rhythm.
Impossibly, he got harder. And he moaned in his sleep, moving restlessly on the bed. Soon, his head twisted slowly from side to side, as if he was in sensual distress. His lids started jerking. What or who was he dreaming about? It didn’t matter. She hoped he didn’t wake until it was too late. If she was really lucky, he would never be aware she had sucked him off at all. He would simply fall into a deeper sleep and not open his eyes until morning. And she would be long gone.
But soon, her jaw protested. The discomfort forced her to lift up his shaft and focus on the head, licking and sucking the most sensitive spots. He moaned louder.
Once, she’d performed this act several times a day, especially if she wanted to eat. She was out of practice, yes. But this felt different. Of course, she’d never had a cock this large in her mouth. What made the experience truly unique was the fact Trees hadn’t shoved her to her knees and yanked on her hair until her mouth opened with a gasp of pain, clearing the way for him to barge inside and fuck her face because her humiliation pleased him. He didn’t try to choke or suffocate her. He didn’t smell like sweat, desert, or another woman but like soap and man and the very trees from which he derived his name.
Suddenly he cupped her crown, urging her closer, before his fingers filtered through her hair. “Hmm…Laila.”
She cut a startled stare to his face. But his eyes were still closed, his lids bobbing.
He was having an erotic dream? About her?
That didn’t merely panic her. Oh, she felt the shaking anxiety. Her heart rate went jittery. But she also felt something warmer she couldn’t explain. Maybe it had something to do with the sight of him spread out underneath her, all male and muscled and surprisingly nonthreatening.
He’s asleep, you fool. As soon as he wakes up…
Laila didn’t have to finish that thought. History told her what he would most likely do.
Time to redouble her efforts and make him climax quickly.
His free hand joined the first, this one sliding into her hair. He wrapped his fingers around her tresses and gave a gentle tug to pull her mouth off his penis. Then he nudged her back onto his erection with a tender suggestion from his fingers and moaned her name once more.