41. Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-one
Leo
All thoughts of Alex and how he'll hate me for what I'm about to do are buried deep in the back of my mind as I fist Brynn's hair and crash my mouth down onto hers.
She melts like butter, mewing this little noise that goes straight to my dick. Her fingernails claw at my back, tracking bloody scratches in their wake. But I don’t feel any pain. It only stokes the flames inside of me. Only makes me take her lips even harder. Clutch her tighter. Plunge my tongue deeper into her hot, wet mouth.
Swinging her into my arms, her legs wrap around my waist so I can carry her over to my desk on the opposite side of my office.
God, I want her.
I want her so fucking much that my dick has been rock hard and weeping since the moment she busted into the room.
And given the way she's rocking her core against me as we kiss, she wants me just as much.
Setting her down on the desk, she gasps as my lips find their way to her neck. She tastes so fucking sweet. And those sounds she's making? These short little moans suspended on every exhale, it's almost enough to make me blow before we’ve even begun.
"More," she pleads. "God, Leo. More ."
I bite down on her neck in compliance, and her body bucks beneath me. My tongue tracks its way along her collarbone then up her throat to find its way back to hers.
"You sound so pretty when you beg," I whisper into her mouth.
She growls in response, teeth clamping down on my bottom lip so hard she draws blood. But I don't care. It spurs me on.
I'm tugging at her gym top before I even realize what I'm doing, groaning in frustration when it gets caught under her arms. "Why the fuck do you wear such tight clothing all the time?"
"Because it drives you crazy,” she replies with a light laugh, wrenching the tiny scrap of material over her head herself.
She's right about that, but any words I may have had in response die a sudden death on my tongue. Because she wasn't wearing a bra under her top. And now the woman of my wet dreams is reclining back on my desk, bare breasts thrust up toward me, her nipples hardening under my relentless stare.
"Fuck, Brynn." I bite down on my fist, heart thumping wildly in my chest. "Look at you."
Her eyes are locked on my chest, gaze roaming over my pecs then down each row of abs. When she reaches the V pointing to below my track pants, her bottom lip disappears between her teeth. For a long beat, her gaze stays there before leisurely tracing her way back up to watch me from beneath long, dark lashes.
She's a goddamn siren.
Beautiful, dangerous, fatal. Yet there is no part of me that cares about the consequences right now.
"Take off your shorts," I order.
Her eyes flash with defiance at my tone. "Yes, sir."
But she does as she's told. Mostly. Still biting her lip, she oh-so fucking slowly peels the nylon down her thighs, her panties with them, and somehow manages to keep her pussy hidden from me. When she's done, she leans back on her hands once more, one leg crossed over the other.
"Open your legs, Brynn."
She smiles something devilish. "I will when I'm ready."
Apparently, my little vixen thinks she's in control.
I smirk at her as I eliminate the space between us. Standing at my full height, I give myself a moment to breathe in her perfection before lowering my mouth to her breast and sucking her nipple into my mouth.
I'm not gentle. Not soft or delicate.
I'm hungry.
I feast on her with my lips and tongue and teeth, kneading her other breast with my hand. Her fingernails claw at my head, tugging at my hair, and I wonder... If this is how she reacts from just a little nipple play, how would she respond if I were to give her pussy the same treatment?
Growing sick of waiting, I drop to my knees in front of her and pull her legs open myself.
But a glimmer of silver freezes me in place.
"You ruined the surprise," she says coyly, not an ounce of self-consciousness in her voice.
She's well-aware of what she's doing to me. She knows just how much her little "surprise" has made my dick impossibly harder.
"What's that?" I ask in a rasp, though I already know the answer.
"A clit piercing," she announces proudly, wriggling her hips in my face. "Do you like it?"
Do I like it?
Do I fucking like it?
I don't answer her with words. My face is buried in her pussy before she has a chance to take her next breath, her clit between my lips as I flick my tongue over the little ball that's pierced through the hood.
"Oh my god." Brynn's hands find my hair once more as her hips buck into my mouth. " Yes."
One lick and I'm addicted.
I taste her everywhere. Running the flat of my tongue up her pussy, I swirl my tongue back around her slit then repeat it over and over again.
This isn't even for her at this point.
It's all for me.
The taste of her is dizzying. Everything about her is. Her body, her sounds, her scent. I should have known when I kissed her four nights ago that I'd never be the same again, that Brynn and I are inevitable, no matter what may stand in the way.
But I didn't realize it until now.
Not really.
Even as my tongue slips through her folds to plunge inside of her, I'm an addict starving for my next taste of her. I can't get enough. I don't think I'll ever get enough.
"I'm so close," she whimpers above me, fingers tightening in my hair.
Bringing my tongue back to her clit and that sparkling little piercing, I slide two thick fingers inside of her. There's no pretense as I curl them upward to stroke her g-spot, no warmup or hesitation. We're both too electrified by this thing between us to slow things down, neither of us possessing the self-control or desire to steady the pace.
When I take a sharp suck at her clit, she screams. Reaching up, I clamp my free hand over her mouth to stifle the sound, not wanting her to wake Salem and get us interrupted, but I don't pause my ministrations for even a second.
I'm desperate to hear what she sounds like when she comes. And Lord knows, I'm determined to make it happen.
"Oh fuck, Leo." Her legs tense, her thighs tightening around my head. " Leo. Leo. Leo. "
God, she sounds better than I imagined, breathy and panting, my name a whispered prayer tumbling across her lips.
I know it's time to stop, to pull my fingers out of her pussy and let her catch her breath. But I haven't had sex in over a year, so I need to blow her mind now before I prematurely blow my load within the first five seconds of being inside her.
And honestly, I don't want to stop.
I want to see how far I can push her, how much pleasure I can give to her before she breaks.
So, I sit back on my heels and watch her face as I keep my fingers curled inside her, pressing into her harder, stroking her g-spot with relentless fervor.
"What are you—" Her eyes widen to an impossible degree. Her spine arches, her head falling backward on a guttural moan. " Oh God. Oh fuck ."
Her pussy grows even wetter, pulsing around my fingers.
"What's happening?" she whines, her fingers tensing and releasing in my hair, as if she's trying to push me away and pull me closer at the same time.
"Just relax, baby, and let me do this for you," I coax her gently. "Let go for me. That’s my good fucking girl."
Her lips fall open, frozen into a silent scream, as her second orgasm rushes out of her in a long, wet gush. My fingers are drenched, my desk too, even my chest, but I don't care.
This is what I wanted. Brynn undone and trembling, looking at me with this awestruck mist over her eyes.
"Well, that's never happened before," she says with a breathy chuckle. "You got a towel?"
Pulling off my joggers, I use them to dry us both up. She shivers every time I pass the material over her pussy, so sensitive from the force of her climax.
When I'm done, I take her face in both hands and brush a soft kiss over her lips. "Thank you for letting me do that for you. It was fucking glorious."
She laughs. "I don't even want to know how you learned to do that."
I shrug, my erection bouncing between us beneath my boxes. Her gaze catches the movement, and she bites her lip. "I'm just that good, baby."
Shaking her head, she holds her arms up to me in a silent demand for me to pick her up. Fucking princess. But I do it anyway.
"So, what now, Mr. Iknowhowtomakeawomansquirt?"
"If you're considering that for my new nickname, I urge you not to use it in public." I pause, rethinking. "Actually, never mind. Tell everyone."
Burying her face in my neck, she nips playfully at the skin. "Answer my question."
"What's next?" I repeat, leading us through to my bedroom. "It’s my turn."