Chapter 6 Leo #2
I kiss her back, but something sweet won’t satisfy me right now. She’s nearly naked, and this may be one of the last nights we live together. As roommates. As this. As more.
“Lia…” Her name slips out after I release her mouth from mine.
She looks at me, all sadness gone from her face, and I know she wants me too. Maybe she’s feeling the same sense of “What if this is over?” that I’m feeling. Maybe she’s realizing she doesn’t want this to end…just like I am.
I slide a hand beneath her hair and meet her eyes, but before the moment gets weird, I kiss her, opening her mouth so I can taste her.
In seconds, the dogs are off the couch. Lia’s sighing my name and tugging off her top between kisses.
I pull my mouth away only long enough to unzip my pants and toss them on the floor.
When we’re both naked, Lia settles back against the couch, and I grab her knees, lifting them onto my shoulders.
I’m wound tight with need, a hunger to do something, anything, that will drive away the anger, the powerlessness I’m feeling.
I take it all out on Lia’s pussy. I plant my mouth over her clit and suck her in, swirling my tongue against the tight nub.
I grip her thighs in my hands, and she spreads her legs wide open, giving me full access to feast on her.
She thrashes against the couch cushions, pressing her pussy against me harder, grinding against my lips and tongue.
I lift my head to catch my breath and stroke my chin back and forth along her drenched seam.
The light friction from my stubble has her wrapping her legs around my head and pulling my mouth even closer.
“Leo, fuck…” She’s gasping. Her face is pink, her tits blooming with a flush that’s blotchy and red, letting me know she’s so hot, she’s close to exploding.
I want more, though, harder, faster. I slip two fingers inside her and make long strokes against her walls, the bite of her nails into my shoulders letting me know my pace is perfect.
When I feel the gush of her release against my fingers and she cries out my name, I slow my speed and bite my way from her inner thighs to her lips.
She’s shuddering and writhing, riding out her climax, and I slip my fingers into my mouth so I can taste her juices.
I kiss her, mingling the taste of her pussy with the taste of her berry-sweet mouth.
Her legs are still trembling, but I take her thighs in my hands and bring her legs together.
Lia is as limber as a dancer. It’s one of the things that makes her so much fun to fuck.
I’ll miss this when it’s over. I know that much.
We’ve got so many positions. We know each other’s bodies so well now.
When I lift her ankles in the air, she knows what I want.
She crosses her legs at the ankle and holds them up high.
While she holds up her weight, I look at her sweet, wet pussy.
With her legs scissored together above us, I know that sliding inside her, the pressure is going to be so tight, I won’t be able to hold out for long.
I kneel on the couch and brace my hands on her calves and angle my way inside.
The first thrust is slow, me finding my way in and getting close enough that I can hold her legs up against me.
Once I’m there, thrusting against the resistance of her weight…
It’s fucking bliss. Pure, intense, immediate bliss from the moment my cock slides between her lips until I find my pace. I pummel my way home, my thighs pumping like pistons as I thrust myself into oblivion.
It’s a desperate, emotional fuck. Lia’s ankles are in my hands, and I’m blind with need.
Eyes closed, I want to block out the look on her face.
The arousal. The desire. She’s exactly what I need, and it feels like this is what she wants too, because she tenses.
I feel the pressure as she tightens around my dick.
“Fuck, Leo,” she’s panting, and we nearly fall out of sync as she takes over, shuddering as she rides out another climax.
I come fast. She’s drenched and clenching my dick with her pussy with so much pressure, I couldn’t hold out if I tried.
The release tears through me, but I don’t cry out her name, don’t swear.
I gasp for air and ride it, grateful for the loss of control.
I let my body take over until it’s done, collapsing against her.
I’m sweating and shaking, but she’s calm now, and she strokes my damp hair with a hand, carefully untangling her legs from my arms. I don’t want to move.
Don’t want to get up, clean up. I close my eyes, and the booze makes the room spin behind my lids.
I don’t say a word. Neither does Lia. The house is silent except for the sounds of our breathing. The lights are on, but I don’t want to get up. I shove a pillow over my face and roll onto my side, away from her. I said I was gonna sleep on the couch, and there’s no reason not to, even now.
Lia backs up against me, her tits pressing against my back. She tugs the blanket over both of us, and the message to me is clear. Tonight, we break the habit of fucking and retreating to our own beds. Tonight, I fall asleep with her. For the first and probably last time.
When I wake up in the morning, Lia’s gone. The house is quiet, and when I stumble upstairs to take a piss, the familiar steam and berry smell in the shower tells me she was up early and dressed. The dogs are gone too.
I check my phone and see I have a couple of angry texts from Tiny. I shoot one back.
Me: Personal shit came up. Be there in an hour.
Tiny doesn’t respond right away, so I jump in the shower and get dressed. It’s not that late yet, but it’s odd that Lia didn’t leave a note or send me a message. She did leave me a half-full pot of coffee in the kitchen, so I gratefully pour a mug to go and jump in my truck.
On the way to the MC, I start thinking. Thinking hard. I’ve got no answers for Tiny about the tenant situation. For a hot second yesterday, I thought Arrow could be a possible way out of the trouble with the building. Now I know I’ve got no leads on a tenant, and I’m about to lose my house.
Not to mention Lia. Last night was nice—fucking awesome, actually—but I hope scratching that itch doesn’t make things weird between us.
I pull into the compound and park my truck, sunglasses blocking the glare from making the threat of a headache into a full-blown problem. I grab my phone, and before I head inside, I fire off a text to Lia.
Me: Thanks for the coffee this am. See you at work?
I pocket my phone and head into the compound. I head straight for Tiny’s office.
“Prospect,” he grunts. “Status on getting us a tenant?”
I shake my head and drop into the chair. “Working on it. Thought I had a decent lead yesterday, but…I’ll get there.”
Tiny nods and goes back to whatever he was looking at on his phone. He’s got his typical half-gallon plastic cup of whatever sugary cocktail he starts off the day with on his desk, and he seems as bored with me as ever.
When I don’t get up, don’t leave, he leans back in his chair. “You need something?” he asks.
Now may not be the time, but time is a luxury I don’t have.
“Any chance I could hole up in a room here at the compound? If I needed to?”
Tiny’s beady eyes narrow on me. “What’d you need a room for? What’s wrong with your house?”
I nod. “Nothing’s wrong. House is fine.” That’s not entirely a lie.
The house is fine. It won’t be mine for much longer.
“I’m thinking…” I wasn’t thinking, not before I opened my big mouth.
But I’m thinking fast now. “There may be a time when my roommate wants the house to herself, date night or something. It could be good if I had a place of my own.”
“My daughter’s dating someone?” Tiny looks relieved and pissed all at once.
I shake my head. “Come on, Tiny. I stay out of Lia’s business. I’m just saying, what if. Shit changes, you know?”
He doesn’t seem to like that answer. “Change isn’t always good.”
Fuck if that’s not right.
I nod. “No worries, man. I got some shit to do.”
I stand to leave, but Tiny stops me at the door. “Prospect.”
I turn to face him.
Tiny’s standing, leaning with his full weight on his desk.
“Sometimes I gotta wear two hats,” Tiny says.
“And I’m not a hat man.” He looks me dead in the eye.
“When I’m wearing the club hat, I can tell you that, once you’re in the club, the club becomes your family.
You’re in need, we’re here for you.” He sniffs hard and raises his chin at me.
“As a dad, you fuck with my daughter…” He lifts a brow at me.
He shrugs and brings his hands together, cracking his knuckles.
“You can spare me the show, Tiny. I get it.” I leave, not giving a shit if I’ve pissed Tiny off.
Right now, the worst he can do to me is nothing compared to the shit that’s already on my doorstep.
My phone buzzes with a text alert as I’m on my way to the kitchen to grab more coffee before I head out.
I’m not doing any more work at the compound today.
I came in, checked in, and now my real job is to find a tenant for the space while trying to find a way to keep the wolves away from my house.
If the shitters need cleaning, they can wait.
I fill my coffee cup and grab my phone. The text is from Lia.
Lia: Get to work as soon as you can. I have news.