Chapter 20
SABLE
"It's cold up here." I rubbed my hands up and down my arms to warm them.
"Yeah, but it makes down here feel even better." Leif walked behind me, rubbing his hands up and down my arms, before enveloping me in a hug, his chest pressed to my back.
"Was that your plan?" I asked over my shoulder. "Make me cold so you could warm me back up?"
"You've caught me out. That was my nefarious plot the whole time. I need to be less transparent about my evil doings." He sighed dramatically.
I laughed. "I wouldn't call it evil doing." He was too sweet to be that evil. Sort of.
"You know what? Neither would I." He leaned forward, his chin lightly resting on my shoulder, his cheek against mine. "Can I let you in on a secret?"
"That depends on the secret," I said. "If it's a plan to kill someone, I'm not sure I want to know." Not right now. I'd seen enough killing for the next few days. Maybe a week.
He chuckled. "It's not. It's better than that. I hope. I think. Okay, now I'm not so sure." He huffed a breath. "Here goes. I'm falling for you."
My heart skipped.
I went to see the ballet once. A friend of mine is a dancer for the most prestigious ballet company in the country. My heart was dancing even livelier than that.
"I'm falling for you, too," I whispered.
He moved his hands down to my hips and gathered up the t-shirt fabric, pulling it up to splay his hands across my stomach.
"I was hoping you'd say that," he said softly.
I froze for a moment, but then relaxed into his touch.
"Tell me to stop," he said softly.
"If I need you to, I will." Right now, I didn't want to think too much. I wanted to live in the moment. Enjoy it for a while. Switch off from everything. Just be.
"I want you to be in complete control," he said. "I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. If you feel uncomfortable for even a second, tell me and I'll stop. I mean it." He slid one hand down my hip and over the front of my pussy. Tentative, he grazed a couple of fingertips over my clit.
"I know you do," I said, rocking lightly against his fingers. I wanted that too, to be in control, not just of my own body, but his as well.
"Tell me what you want me to do," he said.
Reluctantly, I slipped away from him, took both his hands and stepped backward into the room Forrest let me sleep in. His, I presumed. From the furniture and the neat rows of suits in the wardrobe, everything had a masculine vibe. Dark blues, dark gray, black here and there. It was very him.
And the bed? Mine was big, but I'd never seen one so huge. It would swallow us both up, but I was here for it.
I sat on the end my feet on the floor.
"Kneel down." I nodded toward the carpeted floor.
Leif knelt, his hands on my knees. "Now what, Ms. Kohl?"
He reminded me of a golden retriever, eager to please, ready to obey. If I told him to lie on his back and let me rub his belly, he would. I wouldn’t, though. I had a better idea.
I leaned forward and whispered, "Be a good boy and lick my pussy until I come on your face."
His eyes widened, but he parted my legs and dove in between them, licking my clit with enthusiasm. His eyes stayed fixed on me, watching for my reaction. One little flinch, one sign of hesitation, he'd pull back.
I gave him neither of those. I placed my hands to either side of me on the bed and leaned back, letting him work me thoroughly with his mouth.
Feeling aroused and bolder, I grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and pulled it over my head before tossing it aside.
At some point I'd have to get some of my own clothes.
As tempting as it was to spend the rest of my days in one of Forrest's oversized T-shirts, sooner or later I'd have to leave the apartment.
At the very least, I'd need some underwear.
I'd order some later. That would be safer than returning to my apartment to pick some up.
He lifted his face just long enough to whisper, "Fuck, you're beautiful," before he went back to devouring me.
I cupped my breasts, my nipples hardening under my palms. I rubbed them slowly, the sensation driving me higher, faster, toward the edge of oblivion.
He groaned.
I couldn't see from here, but I didn't need to. I knew he was getting hard. Blood racing through his body the way it was racing through mine. His heart pounding.
Fuck, he was good with his tongue.
"Just like that," I whispered. "Right there." He went on licking that exact spot, hitting it precisely right every time. How did he do that? He didn't miss a single beat.
I moaned and whispered his name, once, twice, then arched my back and came hard against his mouth.
He went on hitting me just right, all the way through the bliss, never stopping, never slowing, giving me everything he had. Making my orgasm last for a day, a week, an eternity.
Finally, I slumped forward, almost squashing his head with my thighs.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I leaned back again.
He drew his face back and laughed.
"If I was going to die, I'd die happy." He kissed the insides of my thighs and looked at me expectantly.
It took me a moment to realize he was waiting for more orders. He was taking all of this very seriously. Could he be sweeter? Or hotter for that matter?
Suddenly shy, I cleared my throat and said, "Can you take your clothes off for me?"
Like an excited puppy invited on a nice long walk, and maybe a steak, he leapt to his feet and took a few steps back.
Slowly, he started to pull off his shirt with one hand, easing it up to expose his chiseled abs. He tugged it over his head, gave it a twirl in the air on the end of his finger, and let it fly. It hit the wall, slid down, and landed on the floor.
His jeans were next. He unbuttoned them slowly before easing them down his muscular thighs and kicking them off his feet. He stood in front of me dressed in only his boxer briefs, and a raging erection.
I swiped my tongue over my lips. "Those too."
We were both aware he could say no if he wanted to. He didn't. He pushed his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, turned around and wiggled his ass before pushing them down and stepping out of them.
"You have the cutest ass," I told him.
He grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed. "I try."
He turned around, slowly, his erection pointing right at me. Pre-cum glistened on his tip already.
"Now come here and fuck me," I said. I'd never said those words to anyone.
I never would have thought I could, but here, in this moment, it felt right.
More than that, I understood I didn't need to switch off in order to let go.
I just needed to trust myself and him. Whatever happened, he had me.
He wouldn't let me fall, wouldn't let me down.
I was so far gone for him already and I wasn't mad about it. If anything, I was ecstatic. These men made me feel like I was worth something. No, they made me fell like I was worth everything.
Leif lowered himself to his knees again, knelt down in front of me and gripped my hips.
With gentle hands, he pulled me right to the edge of the bed.
Giving me time to change my mind, he pressed the tip of his cock against my damp entrance.
Just a notch. Flesh touching flesh like the brush of his lips over mine.
He hummed as though waiting for something, one eyebrow raised in question. Asking for permission.
"Yes," I whispered. "Please." I bit back the words 'hurry up.' I wanted him inside me, but didn't want him to hurry. I needed him to take his time. Needed us both to enjoy every moment of this.
"Yes ma'am, with pleasure." He tipped an invisible cowboy hat and winked.
I might have melted a little more.
Hands firm, he pressed himself into me. Slowly at first, easing in as if he could tease me by taking his time. His fingers tightened around my hips as he seated himself all the way to his balls.
"Is this okay?" he whispered.
"It's better than okay," I said. So much better. Okay wasn't even in the building. Okay was back on the interstate, out of fuel, with a flat tire or two. This was amazing, with a heaping dose of perfect.
I leaned back and wrapped my legs around him, my heels pressing into his firm ass. He ran his hands up and down my legs and over my stomach, up to my breasts where he rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
"So fucking beautiful. I'm the luckiest guy on the face of the planet right now."
He started to move slowly, easing in and out of me, still watching, always making sure I was all right, before he pushed back in.
"You feel so fucking good," he whispered. "I'm ninety-nine point nine percent sure you were made for me."
I snorted softly. "What's the other zero point one percent?"
"It's a tiny sliver of doubt I'm not good enough for you," he admitted. "Don't worry, my ego is healthy enough to admit we're good enough for each other."
"Of course it is," I said teasingly. That was one of the things I loved about him.
Wait, did I just think the L word? Apparently I had.
To my surprise, I wasn't freaking out about it either. I'd never been in love before, and now I had three men I could easily fall in love with. Three men that seemed happy to continue with this situation, sharing me. Being with me. Protecting me.
Possessing me and being possessed in return. All in, no matter what happened in the future.
"Most people would have rolled their eyes at me," he said. "You're definitely not most people."
I'd met enough people in my twenty-five years of life to be grateful for that.
When you think about it, it's strange to have spent so much time worrying about what people thought of us. As far as I could tell, most of them were a long way from having their shit together, much less being qualified to judge people for theirs.
Whatever, I didn't want to think about 'most people' right now, just me and Leif.
He must have seen that on my face because he laughed between thrusts.
"Is this where you tell me to be a good boy again?" he asked, pretending to be shy and fluttering his eyelashes.
"Do you want me to?" I gripped him tighter with my legs.
"Mmm, so much," he murmured.
"Then be a good boy and come inside me." Those were also words I never thought I'd say, but they were natural. Comfortable.
What was it about him and the others? They made me feel things I never thought possible. Strong. Bold. Desirable. Whatever their magic was, I wanted, needed more of it. It was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive.
Leif swallowed, his Adam's apple rising and falling slowly.
"God, yes." He clenched his teeth together, scrunched up his face, and came hard. Grunting and groaning as he spilled himself into my body.
"Good boy," I whispered. "So good."
He flopped forward, panting. "If you keep saying that, I'm going to get hard again in about thirty seconds."
"You think I'd mind?" I teased.
"You should mind. It's your turn." He eased his cock out of me, lowered his face, and started to clean me up with his tongue.