Chapter 17 #2
“Not for what we’re about to do. Put your hands down on the floor behind you. There. Is that comfortable?”
I nod. Even though my arms are a little tired, I’m jacked up on adrenaline and so fucking turned-on I’d happily try any sex-nastics position he suggested.
He’s straddling me, his cock right above my face.
Holy hell, this is new, but Leo gently coaxes me.
“Lean your head back, that’s right. See how your mouth and throat are in alignment.
” He runs a finger up over my throat. “It’ll make taking me deep easier.
Now open.” He slowly lowers his cock into my open mouth, only feeding me the tip for now, but letting me play, licking the pre-cum off the head and wetting his length.
“You control how deep you take me,” he says, his breaths already coming short and fast. “Just breathe through your nose, and if it ever gets too much, push me away.”
I hum my assent, opening my jaw further.
Letting him slide in, inch by inch, he edges his length towards the back of my throat.
It’s a lot, I’m not going to lie, but it’s also a crazy turn-on as Leo throws his head back, muffled curse words slipping between his lips.
He sounds like he’s losing his shit, and I love that I’m doing this to him, that he’s barely keeping himself under control because of me.
When the head of his cock finally hits the back of my throat, I freeze, my gag reflex activated. Leo stands above me still as stone. “Breathe through your nose,” he urges, his voice husky. “And relax your throat.”
Should I push him away? It’s uncomfortable, my throat being full and my gag reflex triggered, but I really want this. For both of us.
Breathe. Relax. Breathe. Relax.
I hold him deep for about ten seconds before I have to retreat for a moment. I’m still sucking him, lavishing his beautiful cock with my lips and tongue. He’s panting hard, like he’s just run a marathon, and hearing him come apart like that makes me want to try again for him.
I suck him to the back of my throat. The second time is easier.
My gag reflex doesn’t get triggered, and I am able to breathe more steadily, even enjoying the feeling of my mouth and throat being full of him.
The third time taking him deep, I’m able to move my head a little up and down his shaft, which sets Leo off.
His muscles ripple, a visible shudder coursing through his torso.
“You suck it so good, butterfly. Fuck, so good.” I grasp the base of his cock with one hand as my lips close around his head. Moaning in pleasure, so he can feel the vibrations around his shaft. I continue taking him deep, my hand and mouth work in tandem, as saliva trails down my chin
It’s so intense—for me, and judging by his moans and groans, for him as well—I know he’s on the verge of spilling down my throat, the taste of pre-cum already filling my mouth.
“Are you going to take my cum?” Leo asks, but he already knows the answer. Like each time before, I will lap up every drop. With him, it’s like an addiction. Sensing his need, I increase the tempo.
Grabbing my hair so my mouth is at the exact angle he needs, he starts thrusting, hitting the back of my throat, and then holding it there. But I swear I’m a pro now. Even though tears leak from my eyes, I don’t gag, I’m able to breathe too despite my mouth being used for his pleasure.
It’s so fucking hot I press my legs together to control the ache. My chest squeezes, my core thrums, and an overwhelming urge to see him undone hits me hard.
“You’re so beautiful on your knees, letting me fuck your face like this.” Leo is a champion dirty-talker, and he knows it turns me on as much as him. “You’re such a good little whore for me, butterfly. And now you’ll swallow me down. Every. Last. Drop.”
His shoulders brace and his head snaps back as he floods the back of my throat. It’s a lot. I try to swallow him down, but some of his release escapes from my mouth and drips down my chin.
I lift my gaze to find a cocktail of desire and amazement written across Leo’s features.
“I’ll never forget this sight, Aly. Not as long as I live.”
Desire spreads from my core, radiating outwards like wildfire. I know he’ll take care of me later, for now I just want to be in this moment with him.
Leo helps me off the floor and carries me to his bed. He sits me down, brings me a glass of water, and pulls me into his huge chest.
“Was that okay?” he asks, eyebrows knitted together in concern. “Did I hurt you?”
My throat feels a little raw, but I’m definitely not hurt. I feel … great. “I’m fine,” I assure him. “I actually really liked it. What about you?”
“I fucking loved it, Aly. I’m not even sure I have the words.
” He pushes me back on the bed and cradles me into his body.
This is what I love about Leo, even though this is just about sex or sex lessons—or at least I think it is, we haven’t defined our relationship—he still treats me like a cherished object. Like he cares.
He rubs circles on my back, leaning in to drop kisses on my neck and collarbone. A moment ago, I was desperate for release, but now I’m enjoying lying here, being close to him. Inhaling his smell, like fresh clothes and clean sweat, trying to commit it to memory.
Out of nowhere, he says, “Everyone will be home in a week.”
“I know.” The pakhan, Andrei and Yulian are coming home for one week to attend to business matters stateside, before returning to Russia.
I tip my face up towards Leo. “Should we take a break while everyone is back home?” There’re no rules against Leo and I hooking up, but since it’s just that, a summer fling, there’s no need to tell everyone.
Especially since Yulian’s probably going to freak.
“Maybe,” he says sourly. “But I don’t want to. Fuck, I’m not sure if I’m capable of staying away from you.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ears. “It’s up to you, the ball is in your court. But we’ll have to tell Yulian at some point.”
I groan. “Why do we have to tell him anything?” My brother is so protective of me. As soon as Leo opens his mouth about us, it’ll strain their friendship. I know it will. And Yulian will be all in my face about stuff I don’t want him in my face about. “I mean, this is only a summer fling, right?”
Leo pokes me gently in the ribs. “So you’re going to fuck me and dump me, butterfly? Is that how it is?”
I giggle. “Yeah, that’s how it is.” Leo knows I’m not looking for a boyfriend, and certainly not one that is destined to become a vor. “Anyways,” I add, “You’ll be taking the bratva oath in September, and I’ll be … well, I have to figure that out. But we’ll both be busy.”
Leo cups my cheek with his hand, studying my face as I study his strong cheekbones, piercing brown eyes, and full lips I can’t get enough of. “I’d make time for this. For you,” he whispers.
Heat spreads across my skin, but I know it’s wishful thinking.
“How can you say that? You know how it is when you join the brotherhood, especially the first few years.” I pause for a moment before saying, “And you know my feelings about distancing myself from the bratva. We can’t continue this once you’re a sworn-in vor. ”
His face falls, and he slumps onto his back. “Fuck, I don’t want to think about that right now. I just want to focus on you and the time we have left together.”
I lean against him, basking in the little bubble we’ve created. One that’s starting to feel too good. If I don’t cut this off at the end of the summer, I’ll fall for this man. Who am I kidding? I already have. But with each day that passes, I only fall deeper.
Leo dips his head to steal a sweet kiss from my lips. “What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about you,” I admit, but the truth ends there. “I’m thinking that if we keep up the knife fight lessons, I’ll be able to take you down in no time.”
He growls, and playfully tackles me against the bed.
“I’d like to see you try. And don’t think you can scare me out of these lessons.
Two times a week, no matter what, I’m teaching you how to defend yourself.
” Against my ear, he whispers, “And if you’re lucky, we’ll move on to more deep throating after that.
You made me feel so good, butterfly. How can I return the favor? ”
My thighs clench together but he pries them apart with just one hand. “Do you want my tongue first or my cock? Or maybe my cock and then my tongue … and then my cock again?”
“Yes,” I gasp, as his fingers dance over my clit. Light, playful movements. A tease.
“Yes to what?” He stares down at me as my eyes roll up in my head, pleasure radiating from my core to every limb in my body.
“Yes to everything, Leo. You know what I need,” I whimper, feeling more and more desperate for him as he skims his fingertips down to my opening.
“I do, butterfly. I know exactly what you need.” And with that, he replaces his fingers with his cock and sinks inside of me in one hard thrust.
“Oh. My. God,” I cry out, lost in the feeling of Leo filling me up so damn perfectly I nearly weep.
“No god here, Aly, just me. Owning your pussy. Branding it.” His thrusts turn merciless, he’s pounding in and out of me like his life depends on it.
It’s too much, too good, and I’m dragged to the edge in no time.
Holy shit. I explode, my inner walls clamping down around Leo’s cock, milking him so fucking hard I swear I see stars.
It’s a matter of seconds before his release spills inside of me, like the hot brand he promised.
As we come down from our high, I burrow my cheek in his neck and my eyelids flutter closed.
Just as I’m drifting off, Leo murmurs, “I don’t care where you go, or what you do in the future.
You will always be mine. We’re as inevitable as the planets circling the sun.
And there’s not a force on earth strong enough to keep me away from you. ”