Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
DANIKA
After dinner, Leo had moved us into the living room, stretching out in the corner of his big, squishy sectional and pulling me down so I was lying along his side, tucked firmly against him.
After finding out he’d never watched The Office—and letting him know that was a crime against humanity—I’d commandeered his remote and pulled up Netflix.
We lay there, watching the first three episodes, but I’d lost all focus on the show shortly into the first one when his hand settled on my waist, his fingers pushing the hem of my shirt up and brushing feather-light touches against my bare skin.
Occasionally his chest would rattle on a small laugh, which only made the pressure in my core build until all my senses had narrowed, my attention solely on that one spot where he touched me, snuffing everything else out.
He was turning me on and driving me out of my mind, and he didn’t even realize it.
When the third episode ended, he slipped the remote from my hand and paused the TV. “Okay, so you were right. That show’s pretty good.”
All my attention had shifted to the heat pooling between my thighs, so I hadn’t heard a word he said.
His fingers stopped their smooth, circular motion and his arm around me squeezed. “Danika, you okay?”
At that, I snapped back to reality. “Sorry.” I lifted my head, tipping it back so I could look right into those hazel eyes. “What did you say?”
I knew everything I was feeling was written all over my face the second a rough, intoxicating rumble shook his chest. His gaze grew darker and his arm tightened, shifting me up so I lay directly on top of him instead of along his side.
“Jesus, baby. You want me?”
I pulled my lips between my teeth, feeling that blush bloom. It took a second to find my nerve, but I eventually gave him the truth he already saw in my eyes. “Yes, Leo.”
The television was suddenly flipped off, and a second later, I was on my feet. Leo took my hand and began pulling me down the hall.
And all I could think was, finally!
“Mmm. Baby.”
I lifted my eyes on an upward stroke, feeling a rush of wet between my thighs at the sight of Leo’s face.
The heat in his eyes, the tension in his jaw, the strained cords in his neck.
His chest rose and fell with each rapid breath as he watched me suck him off.
I was doing that to him. It was heady and intoxicating seeing him like that, knowing I had the power to drive him wild.
He’d all but dragged me to his room minutes ago, stripping me naked.
And after what felt like weeks of foreplay, I’d been more than ready to get to the main event.
But then he stripped down, giving me my very first look at all that was him, and my brain instantly switched gears.
I’d been on my knees in his bed, he’d been standing at the side, so I didn’t hesitate to bend at the waist, brace one hand on the mattress while wrapping the other around the root of his long, thick, extremely hard cock, and slide it into my mouth.
I became an addict with that very first taste. But I was even more addicted to the way he reacted to me going down on him.
I took him as deep as I could, my stretched lips meeting my fingers still wrapped around the base of him, and hollowed out my cheeks, sucking harder as I pulled back.
He grunted at the same time his hips twitched, pushing him deeper into my mouth.
“Christ, sweetness. Your mouth’s a goddamn dream, but I need you on your back.” I suddenly needed that too. Like, a lot.
My head hit the pillows as he pulled open his bedside drawer and removed a condom. My breath stalled when he climbed onto the bed, spreading my legs wide with his hands and coming to rest between them, sitting back on his haunches.
“Do you have any clue how beautiful you are?” he asked as he fisted his cock, stroking it up and down.
A sound akin to a whimper rushed past my lips. “Leo, please.”
He jacked himself again, this time harder, twisting his wrist when he reached the head. “You want this?”
“Yes.”
He moved fast then, ripping open the condom wrapper and sliding it into place. He hooked his arm behind my left knee, pushing my thigh up to my chest and opening me wider as he pushed inside on a quick, hard thrust. I cried out at the sensation the same time he groaned, planting himself deep.
“Fuck, Danika.” His breath whispered across my skin as he paused, allowing my body time to adjust and stretch around him.
The initial sting gave way to pleasure in a matter of seconds, and I squeezed my muscles, needing more. “Move, honey,” I panted. “God, Leo. Please.”
He didn’t make me ask again. Bracing one hand beside my head, he pulled out and slammed back in, forcing a moan from deep within my chest.
“So tight,” he gritted as he began thrusting, his big cock hitting my G-spot with every stroke. “Like a goddamn glove.”
My hands came up, my nails sinking into his shoulders as I held on, tilting my hips to take him even deeper. “Yes,” I panted, my breasts bouncing with each snap of his hips. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
He adjusted his hold on my leg, bracing my calf on his shoulder so he could slide his hand down and squeeze my ass as he powered into me. “Fuck me, sweetness. You feel like a dream.”
My vision was hazy, my lids lowering to half-mast. The pressure that had started building back on his couch grew more intense each time he drove into me. “Leo,” I said, my voice pitching high as I grew closer.
“I feel it,” he grunted, picking up the pace. Sweat had beaded across his forehead. His pupils had blown, the black swallowing up all that beautiful olive green. “Give it to me. Want to watch your face as you come around me.”
Just like that, the pressure snapped. Grabbing hold of his hair, I threw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as I cried out, moaning his name as a million explosions went off inside of me. My orgasm seemed to last forever, so intense I wasn’t sure I’d survive it, but damn, what a way to go.
My muscles clenched and my walls clamped down around him, and in a few seconds his head flew back, his throat working as he growled out his own release.
He grabbed my ankle, taking my leg from his shoulder and wrapping it around his waist as he lowered onto me, shoving his face in my neck as he worked to regulate his breathing.
I struggled to do the same as the seconds bled to minutes.
I felt thoroughly exhausted in the very best way.
My muscles and bones put up a fight when I lifted my limbs to wrap them around Leo, but I still managed to get it done.
As soon as my arms closed around his neck, his head came back, and he looked at me with such warmth and tenderness that my throat tightened.
“That was so worth the weeks-long wait.” I let loose a giggle and smiled like a fool, only to be stunned speechless when he leaned in and placed a kiss on the tip of my nose, murmuring, “I love it when you give me that smile.” The way he said it, the sincerity in his tone, made my heart flip.
“It’s a goofy smile,” I whispered.
He shook his head, his tone serious as he replied. “Been watchin’ you for months. I’ve seen every smile you’ve given out in that time. All of them are beautiful, but the one you give me, my smile, is hands down my favorite.”
Oh man. That was nice. Really freaking nice.
“Your smile?” I asked, the confusion evident in my voice.
He grinned down at me, dipping his head closer so he was the only thing I could see. “I’m the only one you give that to, baby. That makes it mine. I’ve claimed it, so there’s no takin’ it back.”
Good Lord! This man couldn’t possibly be real. And it was that thought swirling around inside my head that made my mouth open and the words spill out before I could stop them. “You can’t possibly be real.”
Leo’s whole body shook on a quiet laugh. “Pretty sure I just proved to you I was, sweetness. But if you need a refresher, I’m game.”
He shifted his hips, his cock inside me still half-hard. My eyes went big and my lips parted on an exhale. “Already?” I whispered in wonder?
At that, his laugh was no longer quiet. It was loud and absolutely beautiful. “As much as I love that look on your face right now, I’m not nineteen anymore, so I’ll need a bit more recovery time.”
I twisted my face into a small pout and mumbled, “Well that’s disappointing.”
“Just made her come hard, and already she’s got jokes,” he said, a teasing smirk on his lips. “Guess I’ll have to double my effort next time.”
If he doubled his effort it was more than likely I’d slip into catatonia.
As it was, I couldn’t fight back my yawn.
Once I finished, he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine, then climbed from the bed to go deal with the condom.
When he reentered the room, he bent to snag his underwear off the floor and drew them up his legs.
Then he moved to his dresser, a large, masculine piece of furniture in a rich, dark wood, and pulled the top drawer open.
He came back to me, a faded tee in his hand, and when he reached the bedside, he shook it out and slipped it over my head. The way he went about it made it seem like such a simple thing, but the gesture rocked me to my core.
He moved to the door and flipped the lights, and by the time he got back to the bed, I’d already pulled the covers down and slipped beneath them.
He climbed in beside me, hooked me around the waist and pulled me toward the middle of the bed.
Wrapped in his strong embrace and surrounded by the heat of his body, it took only a second to drift off.