Chapter 8 #3
“Hmm.” I buried my face into his neck to hide my face as embarrassing moans spilled from my lips. He angled his thigh, pressing it against my cock, and reached back to grab my ass.
“That’s it. Grind on it,” he whispered.
My Leo.
The one who hated me giving me his thigh to get off.
I took what he offered, although it wasn’t exactly what I needed. He cupped the back of my head, fingers buried in my hair as I humped his thigh, my breathing shallow pants that hit his skin.
Fuck, I needed to stop. It’d been too long since I’d hired someone to please me. Two years, in fact. I couldn’t handle the friction against my cock or his hand kneading my ass. I wished I wasn’t wearing jeans, that his hand was directly on me, flesh to flesh.
I wish—
“Leo,” the name tore out of me as the tension snapped.
Uncontrollable shudders rippled through my body. I pressed forward, grinding against him without any sense of restraint. A warning bell went off that he was concussed. That he should be resting, but there I was, humping him like a dog in a rut.
God.
I was fucking myself on his thigh.
The friction, the warmth of his body beneath mine, the solid strength of his legs braced against me, fueled the sensation until my head spun, and I didn’t know my head from my ass. My breath came out ragged against his neck as the scent of him filled my lungs.
He smelled good. Clean. Warm. Faint traces of soap from the shower he had insisted on taking earlier before going to bed. Because he had to get the hospital smell off him before going under his sheets.
He felt even better.
“Fuck!”
My climax slammed into me without warning, ripping through my body so violently it stole the breath from my lungs.
My hips jerked helplessly against him as shudders rolled through me, pleasure crashing over my nerves in wave after wave while I ground down on his thigh, completely losing control.
For a moment, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything except ride out the intensity of it while Leo’s scent filled my head and the warmth of his body kept me pinned exactly where I was.
“That’s a good boy.”
Leo’s words dragged me out of the mental haze I’d plunged into.
Embarrassment hit me like a freight train at the warmth that pooled inside my gut at his words.
Heat crept into my face as the reality of what I’d just done settled over me in full, humiliating detail.
I pushed myself upright immediately, putting distance between us before my brain had time to form a coherent thought.
Jesus Christ.
I’d come in my pants, humping his leg while he was recovering from a concussion. I couldn’t bear to look at him in case I saw disgust there.
“I should—” I cleared my throat, avoiding his eyes. “I’ll check on you in a couple of hours.”
That seemed like the only logical solution. Get out of the bed. Get out of the room. Find the nearest bathroom and deal with the mess I’d made of myself like an adult who supposedly had some degree of self-control.
Leo shifted slightly on the mattress.
“Lie down,” he said.
I froze, uncertain what to do. In my job, I had to make snap decisions, and correct ones, to protect Maxim’s life, but in that moment, I was incapable of making a simple decision. I needed to clean up, but if he wanted me to stay…
“I told you it’s been a while,” I muttered as if that was an excuse. Fucking pathetic.
“This isn’t about you, Sergei. I’m having trouble sleeping because I’m used to sharing a bed. You’re right that I need to rest, but I won’t be able to, not after that.”
I glanced at him then. Leo was watching me with an expression that was difficult to read—half exhausted, half irritated, but with something else there beneath it. What was going on in his mind?
“Lie down,” he said again. “Don’t make me say it a third time.”
I should have left.
Everything about the situation screamed that it would be smarter to walk out of the room, let the man sleep, and hide my embarrassment by never seeing him again. I could return to my life of security that made sense.
This—Leo—didn’t.
But he was asking me to stay, no, demanding it, which had clearly addled my brain. And apparently, I was a complete idiot where he was concerned, because there was no way I could refuse that.
With a quiet sigh, I moved around the bed and got in with him, but on top of the covers. The moment I lay down, I became painfully aware of the sticky discomfort in my underwear. The fabric clung unpleasantly to my skin where the mess had already begun to cool and stiffen.
Fantastic.
By morning, it would probably be glued to my pubic hair like industrial adhesive, and it would take time in the shower to clean off.
I stared up at the ceiling. This was not how I’d pictured my first night in Leo’s bed.
I’m having trouble sleeping because I’m used to sharing a bed.
Well, if it meant he got a good night’s sleep, a crotch full of dried cum was worth it. So I stayed.
Even if we weren’t touching.
Or talking.
Or…anything.
I was content to lie next to him on top of the sheets for as long as he allowed.