Chapter 10 #2
Just when I thought he was going to come, Leo took a step back, his chest heaving with each sharp inhale, and my attention snagged on the ring in his navel.
It caught the light when he moved, a small, deliberate detail that felt completely at odds with the control he’d been wielding a second ago.
My gaze lingered there longer than it should have, tracking the rise and fall of his abdomen, the way his muscles tightened as he fought to steady himself.
He looked shaken. I’d done that. Pushed him there. And now he was pulling back before it could go any further, like he needed the distance to regain control.
I stayed where I was, still on my knees, watching him, waiting for whatever came next.
“So, how was I?” I asked.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “It was…okay.”
Just okay? Liar.
I looked him straight in the eye. “You’ll have to give me some pointers next time, so I’ll be better than okay. I want to please you just right.”
Slowly, I rose to my feet as I sensed him retreating, but I refused to let him. I leaned into his space and placed my lips against his ear. “Next time it’ll be better without the condom.”
I tilted my head to the side and sought his lips with mine.
We’d barely touched when he turned his head away.
Balled fists hit my chest, and he shoved me back.
I leaned into the shove and took a step back, once again getting whiplash from his reaction.
A second ago, he’d been fucking my throat with wild abandon, and now he was pushing me away as if I’d overstepped.
“You’re changing your mind?” I asked.
“What—no.” He shuffled over to the shower bench and sat. “Come over here.”
I didn’t bother asking him where he wanted me. I straddled his lap, this time taking his face into my hand so he couldn’t avoid my kiss.
“Ser—”
My name ended in a muffled sound as our mouths smashed against each other. For a split second, he tensed beneath my hands, his fingers curling instinctively against my sides like he meant to push me away again.
He didn’t. The resistance bled out of him in a slow exhale, his body softening against me. His lips parted against mine, and that was all the permission I needed.
The kiss changed.
What had started sharp and almost confrontational turned into something deeper, heavier, heat building fast, dragging us both under before either of us could pretend this was anything we could control.
Leo’s grip shifted. Instead of pushing me away, his hands slid up, fisting in my shoulders, then my neck, pulling me closer like he decided that he wasn’t letting me go either.
A low sound vibrated out of him, and it went straight to my head.
Fuck.
I deepened the kiss, slower now, learning him the way I hadn’t been allowed to last night when I humped his leg.
The shape of his mouth, the softness of his lower lip, the way his breath hitched when I tilted my head and changed the angle.
His control slipped in small, telling ways.
A tighter grip. A sharper inhale. The way his hips shifted beneath me, his nails digging into my back.
I heard the bottle of lube open, then hit the floor. Fingers pressed between my cheeks, finding my crease and pressing against it. I bit his bottom lip and trailed kisses over his cheek.
“Leo—”
This time, he kissed me as if he didn’t want to hear what I had to say, and I was okay with that.
We got along much better when we weren’t talking.
He smacked two fingers against my opening, and I felt myself pulsing, desperate for penetration.
I moved my ass back, begging via the moans at the back of my throat.
A long, elegant finger shoved inside me, and a shiver ran down my spine. Our kiss turned deeper while another finger plunged inside me. His tongue was in my mouth, then mine in his as I raised my hips a tiny bit, then moved back down, fucking myself on his fingers.
“You’re so needy, dollface,” he whispered, gasping for air. “Are you always like this with other men?”
“I don’t give a fuck about other men.” I nuzzled his neck and sucked on a patch of skin there. “Leo, put your cock inside me already.”
“You’re still so tight.”
“I’m on top. I can control how much I take.”
Which would be fucking everything, even if it burned.
Leo withdrew his fingers but didn’t remove them right away. He petted me, stroking my asshole, and my cock twitched, leaking precum against his stomach. He ran his thumb over my rim, which was pure torture.
“Ride me,” he finally said. “Fuck yourself on my dick.”
A shudder ripped through me as I took him in my hand, lining his length with my entrance, feeling the slickness of the lube, the bulging head of his cock.
I teetered on the edge, for the first time realizing I was about to fall into something I might not be able to get out of, but it was already too late.
My gaze locked with Leo’s as every inch of him invaded my body and pushed past the resistance he found there. His pupils were blown, and he clenched his jaw, his hands coming up to grip my hips, preventing me from moving.
“Oh fuck,” exploded from him. He looked almost dazed, as if he’d never expected the way our bodies would pulse in unison once joined.
He wasn’t the only one. My eyes fluttered shut as I took a moment to revel in the fullness, in the mix of pain and pleasure that thrummed through my body, stealing my breath.
I wanted to memorize this moment, imprint it on my heart forever.
My hands tightened on his shoulders, grounding me in the reality that this was happening, that Leo was inside of me.
“Oh, God. Move, Sergei,” he demanded hoarsely. “For fuck’s sake, move.”
I opened my eyes, meeting the smoky depths of his gaze.
There was an unusual softness there, a secret tenderness hidden in the furrow of his brow and the tension in his jaw.
His lips brushed against mine, a featherlight touch that spoke of a hundred unvoiced sentiments.
I groaned into the kiss, pressing my lips against his, losing myself in the taste of him.
I moved, slowly at first, savoring the sensation of him filling me up and pulling back.
With each thrust, we found our rhythm, our bodies falling into sync like it was something we already knew how to do.
There was no hesitation, no awkward adjustments, none of the careful, transactional choreography I was used to from the men I’d paid to warm my bed.
With them, everything had been functional, but this was different.
This was instinct.
It didn’t take long for my body to give in, to soften into him, to trust the way he moved with me instead of against me.
He met every thrust with one of his own, driving up into me with a force that felt deliberate, like he knew exactly where to hit, exactly how to meet that aching need from somewhere deep inside me and satisfy it in a way no one else ever had.
“Fuck, Sergei…”
He slapped his hands onto my cheeks, spreading me open and moving me up and down his cock.
Thank fuck for the leg-and-thigh gym days I followed religiously.
I pumped my hips, clinging to Leo’s shoulders.
In the past, the men I paid for sex had just been bodies I used to get off, but for the first time, I cared for another man’s experience more than my own.
I wanted him to feel even more than I did riding his dick, and that said a lot because holy fuck.
I quickly learned Leo was more of a quiet lover.
He let his hands do the talking, and fuck if they weren’t screaming in the way he grabbed up my ass, squeezing then releasing them, slapping them, and pinching them.
His fingers raked over my back, digging into my skin and leaving his marks wherever he touched.
Compared to him, I was shameless, my moans loud, my cries unbridled, and it wasn’t just for the ache of his thick cock stretching my walls. I felt so full of him, so fucking full.
My wet ass hit his lap, and I threw my head back. Leo’s lips bit into the sensitive skin at my pulse point, his teeth scraping down my neck, over my collarbone.
“So sexy,” he whispered as though to himself rather than for me to hear, but I did, and the last vestige of decency I still had was shredded to bits.
“Leo…” I pressed my palm to his cheek, keeping his gaze steady on me. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted this?”
“But why me? With a body like this, you could have any man you wanted.”
“Maybe I only want you.”