Chapter 14 #2
I’ve dreamed about Leo taking me a hundred different ways—more than enough time to come to the safe assumption that he could take away my ability to walk with what he’s packing. It’d hurt like a bitch, but what is pain without pleasure? I’d make it work.
Maybe I can take some anti-inflammatories beforehand and cross my fingers that sex won’t be uncomfortable for once. The theory has never proved true before, but maybe with him it will.
The lights go out just as he pushes the band of his briefs down, and I almost groan in frustration. Each one of my senses heightens, and the blue light of his phone just illuminates this corner of the room. But it’s not enough for me to see what’s happening on the lower half of his body.
The darkness sets each one of my senses on edge, and every sound becomes its own living, breathing organism.
I’m hyperaware of the rustle of fabric, his deep inhales, the lone car driving along the quiet road. And I feel it, the moisture pooling between my thighs, saturating the fabric of panties. It’s not a wholly pleasant feeling.
My insides turn green when soft moans filter through the tense air. The thought of him seeing another girl naked sends a red filter over my vision, and I develop a benign urge to crawl out from under the bed and gouge his eyes out for it.
Who is he watching? Is it someone he knows? That girl he was pictured with? Some random video online?
For the sake of my ability to function, I tell myself it’s the latter.
His guttural groan vibrates down my spine. My eyelids flutter closed, and I focus on the tempo of a hand moving against skin, coupled by his labored breaths, wishing more than anything that I could see him fisting himself.
I’m going to Hell for this.
I’m certain that if I pinch myself, this will all be over.
The ache between my legs intensifies to the point where it’s almost painful. If I don’t get friction soon, I don’t think I’ll be able to survive. The chilled air down here might as well be a hundred degrees with how hot my skin is burning.
I’m squirming beneath the bed while Leo is right there, and he doesn’t have a clue—and maybe I’m fucked in the head, but that fact only turns me on more.
Skin rubs against skin, and I stare at the bluish hue from his phone bathing the hard expanse of his abs and chest.
Even if he weren’t in the midst of an intimate act, the pose is pure dominance.
Knees parted, he’s lounged against the chair as if it were a throne and the Earth belongs to him.
It’s the type of posture that would have lessers cowering.
But I feel compelled to fall at his feet and beg him for whatever scraps he’s willing to give me.
The lower half of Leo is little more than inky darkness. If I stare hard enough, I swear I can just make out the shape of him fisting his cock.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Fuck it. I’m going to risk it all. I can’t not do anything and watch him get off. That’d be unfair.
And stupid.
On my part.
As quietly as humanly possible, I ease my skirt up, cautious of moving within the tight, gross space that I’ve forgotten all about.
Biting my cheek, I slide my hand beneath my tights.
The barest touch to my clit has my hips bucking.
My back arches off the floor when I apply more pressure on the next pass.
My sensitive nipples momentarily press against the underside of the bed frame, and never in all my life did I think it would feel good. Desire floods through my veins, and I have no choice but to clamp my free hand over my mouth and nose to keep from making a noise.
The bed frame creaks, and I freeze, waiting for this fantasy to end. Yet Leo keeps going like he didn’t notice a thing, and I swear I hear a soft chuckle before he speeds up his pace.
Filled with confidence I shouldn’t have, I let my fingers resume their circling, faster to match his pace.
A shudder works down my spine, and it takes everything I have to suppress it.
All I have to go off is the sound of his harsh breaths, the barely audible moans from the video, and Leo taking himself to the brink.
It should be me doing it. I should be the one taking him into my mouth. Wrapping my hands around him and showing him that I can be perfect for him.
I’ve had sex plenty of times before, but this is the most intimate thing I have ever done. Figures that it’s completely one-sided. No man should be able to command my body so much without the slightest touch or even a crumb of acknowledgment.
Leo’s proximity is heady. If I concentrate hard enough, I can imagine I’m on top of the bed, not under it, and we’re watching each other as we touch ourselves. I can picture myself crawling over to him. Or he’d flip me over to taste me with the same desperation I have for him.
As the pleasure coils low in my stomach, I let myself fall for another illusion: I’m the girl who’s making those sounds on his phone.
I’m the one who has his lips parting like he’s found a level of Heaven that not even the gods can touch.
Maybe we’re fucking in that video. Or maybe I’m looking down the lens as I play with myself, imagining that they’re his fingers instead.
The groan that pulls from him makes me squeeze my legs together. The ache is becoming unbearable.
My wetness coats my thighs and saturates the fabric of my clothing. The gnawing pain from earlier is barely more than a dull throb against my rising lust. My breaths are as ragged as Leo’s. It’s a miracle he hasn’t heard me.
I bet he’d be the type to put my pleasure above his own. He probably wouldn’t come until he was satisfied that I’d been wrung of every ounce of pleasure I could possibly have. Leo wouldn’t stop until my legs were shaking.
That’s the type of man he is. I know it in my bones. I always have.
The woman in the video says something that sounds eerily close to his name. It’s breathy and hoarse, almost like she’s half asleep, and maybe I’m delusional, but I swear on my life the person almost sounds like me.
“Fuck,” Leo groans, shadows flickering with every move of his arm.
Golden heat fills my veins, spreading to each end of my body and between every atom that makes up my being. The sounds coming from him grow rougher with his approaching climax.
My fingers match his rabid pace. Skin rubs against skin furiously. His and mine.
The orgasm hits me like a fucking freight train, and not even God could stop me from buckling over.
Or keep me from making the little sound that escapes me.
I’m too drunk on euphoria to tense and wait for the damage to follow from revealing my hiding spot. But all that happens is he groans. It’s guttural. Deep. The type of noise a person makes when they’ve met the Rapture.
Whatever the cost to watch him finish under a light, I’ll pay it. Seeing his abs tense isn’t enough.
Leo grabs a towel from the arm of the chair and wraps it around his cock. Dropping his head back, he empties himself into the material as his legs twitch.
I need more. To do it all over again. To touch him at the same time he touches me. I’m still wound tight enough to snap.
I feel like I’m about to hyperventilate from holding my breath, but it’s hard to think straight with static in my head. Neither of us moves, as if we might have some silent understanding that we both need a moment to compose ourselves.
Seconds roll by as I lie in wait to see how the scales tip. Worst-case scenario, or best? Time will tell.
Eventually he stirs, rising to his feet and turning the lights back on as if nothing happened. Like the tease he is, his cock is safely away from prying eyes before I get the chance to see it.
Leo leaves his phone behind on the chair, and I damn well almost jump out of my skin when he drops the used towel two feet away from me.
He strides into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him like we didn’t just have one of the most phenomenal experiences of my life. Then the shower starts up, and my opening arises. I wait until I hear the glass door close before scrambling out from beneath the bed.
Even though his phone is still on the chair with the video playing, I don’t take any chances.
My eyes slide to the towel, and indecision makes me pause, but there’s only one real option here.
I need a souvenir. Or maybe I’m simply incapable of resisting temptation.
So I grab the towel and run.