Chapter 21
“You look ridiculous.” I laugh as I attempt to wipe the mud from his face, but only manage to smear it in his eye.
Leo winces and tries to wipe it with the back of his arm, but it’s no use; he’s got mud on top of mud caked all over him.
“Well, if you had listened and watched where you were stepping, maybe I wouldn’t have needed to break your fall.”
“You should’ve seen the look on your face. I think you slipped in slow motion. I think it took you an entire minute to finally hit the ground.” I hold my side as I double over laughing. “You looked like a cartoon character running in place.”
“I’m glad that my self-sacrifice amuses you. Next time, I’ll let you eat the mud and spare myself. Hell, maybe I’ll even take a video so I can enjoy it again and again.” Leo wraps an arm around me, pulling me into his cold, muddy torso, and I squeal, pretending to get away from him.
“No, you won’t.” I poke him in the ribs, and he jumps. He’s much more ticklish than I anticipated. “You don’t have a mean bone in your body, especially when it comes to seeing me hurt.”
He presses a kiss to my soaking wet hair, his lips lingering a little longer than usual, as if he’s savoring the feeling of finally being able to touch me. “You’re right about that. I’ll throw myself over every mud puddle I come across if it means you don’t get a speck on your shoe. Now, help me get this door open, will you? Before I make an even bigger mess.”
After I reeled in my fish, the rain started pouring so hard that we could barely see. Of course, Leo wouldn’t let me help him paddle, saying that I’d only slow him down. He insisted on rowing us to safety, instantly going from dangerous and flirty back to his rigid protector self, which seem to be Leo Kingsley’s only two speeds.
I help him shuck off his mud-soaked boots and place them in a neat pile by the door. If I’ve learned anything from staying here, it’s that this man is a neat freak, and he’d never be able to relax, knowing there’s a mess strewn about.
A pile of soggy clothes lands beside me with a loud thwack. When I glance up and see Leo stepping out of his soaking wet pants, I nearly combust right there.
Nothing could’ve prepared me for the image of this sexy-as-sin man, shirtless, nearly pants-less, with that dusting of hair across his broad chest, which is built to perfection. He’s exactly how I envision a man to look. My cheeks heat as I remember all the things he said to me before the clouds opened up and decided to quite literally rain on my parade.
He pushes his pants down to his feet and steps out of them, his erection tenting beneath the black boxer briefs, and my mouth actually waters from the sight. This man is built like a fucking Greek god, and I don’t know how he’s managed to stay single for so long. What is wrong with the women around here? One look at that sculpted chest, and I am absolutely feral.
My eyes catch on the crescent-shaped scar on his thigh, and I reach a hand down to trace it. “I haven’t seen this scar before. What happened?”
He catches my hand, bringing it up to his lips. “I broke my leg when I was a kid. Compound fracture. It hurt like hell.” He plants a gentle kiss on my hand as his eyes darken with need. “Is that really what you want to talk about right now? Because I sure as fuck don’t,” he growls as his eyes drop to his massive erection, a bead of pre-cum already leaking from the tip that’s sticking out above his waistband.
I lick my lips, remembering the way he tasted last night as my pussy starts to throb with desire. Holy shit, this man is going to absolutely destroy me, and I can hardly wait. My lack of response and deer-in-headlight stare at his dick is the only answer he needs.
“Shower. Now,” he grunts, pulling me up to him before his lips find mine. His soft lips cover mine in needy kisses as he fists a hand in my messy, wet hair, pressing us closer.
I begin stripping off my own wet clothes, our lips only breaking apart long enough to pull my shirt over my head. He pushes my shorts down to my feet, and I toss my shirt behind me, leaving a trail of soaked clothes in our path as we kiss our way through the hallway. So much for my attempt at a neat pile.
“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long. I can’t believe this is finally happening.”
I give my nonverbal agreement by tightening my legs around his waist as he carries me through his bedroom and straight to the shower.
He sets me down gently before turning on the shower. Steam floats in the air around us, and I catch sight of myself in the mirror—mud smeared across my forehead, hair a tangled mess with random leaves sticking out. I can’t help but wonder what Leo sees when he looks at me. I’m a mess in every sense of the word, but somehow, I don’t feel like it when I’m with him. When I’m with Leo, I feel like I’m smart enough to do anything I want, free to try things out, and patient to see things through.
For the first time in my life, I feel like the parts of me that I have always considered my weaknesses could actually be my strengths. Like no matter what, he’ll catch me if I fall.
I feel so beautiful and desired when he looks at me, especially the way he’s looking at me now.
Leo takes a step toward me, pulling me closer, and traces over the muddy, wet fabric of my bra. “You’re quite a mess, aren’t you, baby girl?” His eyes catch mine in the reflection of the mirror, as if he knows what I was just thinking, and his lips pull into a smirk. “But you’re my mess, and there isn’t a thing about you that I’d change.” He picks a leaf from my hair and tosses it into the trash can. “Well, maybe just the parts that aren’t attached.”
I slap his chest playfully, pushing him away, but he catches my hand and tugs me closer, so close that I feel the heat radiating off his skin. My eyes drift to his erection, and I swallow a gulp.
“We don’t have to …” He closes his eyes, taking a long inhale when my hand grazes over his hard length. “Fuck, just when I start to feel like I’m being too much, you’re always one step ahead of me.”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond before flicking the hook of my bra and shoving my panties down to my feet. And then he’s pulling me under the steamy shower stream, and our naked bodies slip and slide against each other, our bodies saying all the things our words can’t.
He lathers shampoo in his palms and gestures for me to spin around. I can’t help but laugh because of course this man would insist on washing me too. Hell, I think it’s just as much for him as it is for me. He works his fingers through my thick strands, massaging my head with the utmost care as he washes my scalp with careful precision.
All while completely ignoring the rest of me as my pussy clenches in eager anticipation, waiting not so patiently for her turn for attention.
“I can wash my own hair, Leo. I don’t need you to do it for me.”
“And then you’d be depriving me of doing something I wanted. Let me take care of you. We’re in no rush.”
He presses a light kiss on my neck before guiding my head back underneath the warm shower stream. It feels heavenly. All my senses are on edge as the warm water and fragrant soap create an extra layer of arousal. My clit throbs, and my nipples stand painfully erect as Leo massages the sudsy soap over my shoulders and arms, touching me everywhere, except where I crave it most.
It’s torturous and euphoric at the same time, and I don’t know how much more I can take. And now, I’m thinking two can play this game.
I squirt a handful of soap in my palm and begin massaging my hands down his broad shoulders, over his pecs, stopping when I get to his lower abdomen. Holy hell, this man is built. I don’t think I took the time to appreciate how immaculate his body is before, but now that I’m seeing him—feeling him rather—with the lights on, I feel infinitely inferior, standing next to him.
I reach for his cock, but Leo moves out of the way, blocking me.
“Not so fast. Let me at least finish cleaning you before you attempt to get yourself dirty again.”
“Now, you’re just being mean.” I cross my arms over my chest and turn my back to him when I feel a sharp slap on my ass cheek, stinging pain radiating for only a moment before the soft brush of his palm returns, rubbing the pain away.
I glance over my shoulder, finding him wearing an amused smirk.
“Oh, come on, baby girl. Don’t pout. I promise I’ll make the wait more than worth it.”
He tugs my elbow, spinning me back to face him, and his hands continue their perusal, tracing across my belly.
“Fuck, your body is perfect. I knew it would be, but somehow seeing it in person is so much better than any of my fantasies.”
“So, you did fantasize about me?”
He tightens his grip on my hip as he trails the other along my collarbone, his eyes devouring me as he drinks me in with his dark gaze. “You have no fucking idea how many times I fantasized about you, baby girl, how many times I stroked myself, thinking of these perfect tits bouncing above me as you rode my cock …” He closes his eyes for only a moment, as if remembering, and then his touch deepens as he slides his hand from my hip down to my ass, where he grips me in an almost-painful squeeze.
“I’ve dreamed of this moment, where I can touch you, possess you, mark you as my own, and now that I have you, I intend to savor every fucking minute of it. So, don’t you dare rush me while I appreciate the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I promise to make it worth your while, but you’re going to have to trust me. Do you trust me, Ivy?”
I wet my lips and nod my head ever so slightly as Leo brushes a knuckle over my sensitive clit, making me buckle forward at his faint touch. Holy fuck, talk about pent-up energy. The man’s barely touched me, and I’m already on the verge of completely falling apart.
“This pussy is so goddamn tempting. Fuck, you’re so beautiful and …”
I suck in a breath, and Leo’s eyes grow darker as he lathers more soap on his hands, taking a moment to stroke himself with one hand while he massages my ass with the other.
Steam billows in the air around us, and the warm heat has my body feeling so relaxed and boneless. I press my thighs together, feeling the slickness of my arousal between my legs as my clit pulses with need.
“Fuck, you’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, and this ass is just begging to be spanked.”
He tightens his grip on my ass as he draws a line between my breasts with his thumb sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my aching clit. His massive cock slides against my belly, grazing the bottom swell of my breasts. His pre-cum is slick on my skin, and my mouth waters at the memory of his taste. I’d only have to hinge at my waist, and I could have his cock in my mouth …
He must sense my idea because before I can act on my impulse, he moves his hand from my ass to grip the back of my neck. “Don’t get any ideas. I know your pussy is so needy right now, and I’d hate for you to miss out on yet another orgasm. I can do this all day, so you can either play nice or I can draw this out as long as it takes.” He lifts my chin, guiding my gaze to meet his, and his eyes stare into mine, searing this moment into my memory forever.
He traces a thumb over my hardened nipple, and my head falls back as I let out a faint whimper of relief.
I can feel a slight tremor in his hands as he grips me tighter, like he’s holding on to the last bit of restraint he has. “Fucking hell, baby girl, how am I supposed to keep it together when you make noises like that?” he growls, and then he’s palming my breast as his fist tightens in my hair, and his mouth is on my neck, kissing and sucking.
I dig my nails into his thick hair, arching my back as he devours me, no doubt leaving a trail of evidence everywhere he kisses.
“I’ve never needed to have my cock inside anyone like I do right now.”
“So, do it. Fuck me already. What are you waiting for?”
He pauses, looking up at me, a wolfish smile stretching across his face. “There’s that smart mouth that I love. I was wondering how long it would take before you broke your silence.”
His fingers lace together with mine as he pins my arms above my head, pressing me against the cold tiles. He peppers my skin with painful pinches of teeth and soft, soothing licks as he feasts on every inch of my skin like he’s worshipping my body with his tongue.
Our bodies move against each other, slick with arousal as the steamy water falls around us, rinsing all the suds away. It’s an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure, and it lights up every one of my senses, bringing me to a new level of heightened awareness. I’ve never been kissed like this, and I know that he’s ruining me for every kiss that will follow. And still, I don’t care. I’m a glutton in his arms, greedy to soak up every touch, every kiss, every moan until he has nothing left to give me.
I grind my clit against his leg, needing any friction I can get to ease the pressure growing between my legs as he trails hungry kisses along my collarbone. Between the possessive sucking and biting, there’s no doubt I’ll wear his marks as souvenirs, and that thought only makes me wetter.
I want him to mark me, so when this is all over, I can look in the mirror and know that it was real, that it wasn’t a dream, that passion can feel this explosive and euphoric.
He cups my breast, and then he slides his hand down lower, his thumb circling my belly button as he continues to tease me with every brush of his skin. “I have no business touching you this way. I shouldn’t be doing this with you. I shouldn’t even be allowing myself to think of all the things I want to do with you …” His voice comes out in a croak, and I don’t know why, but the thought of him struggling so much, fighting with his own internal set of rules, makes this feel that much hotter.
I bite my lip, my gaze meeting his as I part my legs a little more.
Leo’s eyes grow darker, taking in my naked curves like he’s trying to memorize every inch of my skin and burn it into his memory forever. “I don’t know how I got so lucky … but holy fuck …”
He grazes a thumb ever so gently over my throbbing clit in a quick little flick, but that’s all it takes to make my back arch as pleasure rips through me.
“I should build an altar to worship this pussy; it’s so pretty.”
He falls to his knees as the mist of the shower stream falls all around us. He hooks my knee behind his head, bringing my pussy right to his face, and blows a cool breath over my throbbing clit before going in for his first taste.
“Jesus Christ, baby girl, your pussy is so fucking sweet,” he moans as he licks me and sucks me in delicate strokes, teasing and giving me what I want, all at the same time.
Pleasure racks through my body as he flicks his tongue over my sensitive clit, and I’m thankful he’s supporting me, so I don’t lose my balance. I dig my fingernails into the soft skin on Leo’s back as waves of pleasure shoot through me.
“Whoa now. For someone who talks a big game, I’d expect you to last longer than two seconds. I’m just getting warmed up.”
The vibration of from laugh has me seeing stars as every nerve in my body stands on end.
I tighten my grip around his neck as he dips back down to taste me. He teases me, circling his tongue around my aching clit, every touch adding a layer of arousal that builds low in my belly. It’s torturous and satisfying, and it’s almost too much to take … but I still can’t get enough.
He’s pushing me to my limit and showing me just how much pleasure is possible. He’s opening my eyes to a whole new world of satisfaction. I feel like I’ve transcended into another dimension, hovering over my body because there’s no way sex has ever felt anything like this. I think he’s creating new nerve endings down there as he devours me, rewarding my mewls of pleasure with the deep strokes of pressure to my clit, bringing me to that euphoric place on the edge of combustion.
“See what you can have when you behave? If you listen to Daddy, I’ll kiss your pretty little pussy like this every day.” He slides a finger inside me, then adds a second, and my back arches even more, so desperate for relief.
“That’s it, baby girl. Your pussy is so wet and tight around my fingers.” He dives back down this time, licking me exactly where I want him to, as he curls his fingers inside me, sending jolts of pleasure ricocheting down my legs.
“Oh God. Yes!” My moan comes out like a plea, echoing off the tiles, and hearing myself get so loud has me turned on even more.
I’m right there, so close to falling apart. My nipples ache to be touched, and as if reading my mind, he slides his free hand up my body, giving each of my nipples a hard pinch. The sensation of pain, mixed with the pleasure growing between my legs, has my eyes rolling back in my head. My legs start to quiver and buckle in anticipation, and I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep from collapsing, but I trust Leo. I know he won’t let me fall.
“Is my little brat ready to come now?” he growls out, pinching my nipple again.
“Yes.” My voice is a whisper; it’s all I can manage.
“Come on then. Beg me.” He pauses for only a moment, commanding my full attention. “Be a good girl and beg me to let you come.”
He licks me again this time, sucking my clit into his mouth and giving it the tiniest nibble.
Oh my God. Wherever this man learned to fuck, it should be required education for all men. He’s doing God-level moves that I didn’t even know existed before now.
“Fuck. Ah. Please!” I cry out.
“Please what?” He pauses again, and I’m so close that I can hardly form words; all this teasing has my mind in a jumbled mess.
“Please. Please. Please, Daddy. Please let me come,” I cry out in a breathy whimper, and that must be the right answer.
Curling his fingers with impossible precision, he sucks my clit as an orgasm rips through me, so intense that I swear it has to come from the depths of my soul.
I let out a moan, riding my orgasm out as my legs shake and my toes curl, but Leo doesn’t stop. I’ve somehow managed to wrap my other leg around his neck, too, so the only thing keeping me upright is the force of him holding me against the wall. And, fuck, he doesn’t even seem to be struggling to do it, reminding me once again just how powerful he is.
“Come on, baby. You can give me one more. Be a good girl and come on my face one more time.”
He licks me in slow, steady strokes with his flat tongue as he holds me up with one arm and curls his fingers inside me with the other. It’s a skill set I never knew possible and yet another thing that Leo Kingsley has mastered.
I grip my fingers in his thick hair as pleasure tears through me in every direction, and in the next breath, I’m coming again and then again until my screams turn into strained wheezes.
Holy shit.
I am a boneless pile of flesh, satisfied, sated, and fucked within an inch of my life. And I know without a shadow of a doubt that nothing will ever be the same.