Eliza
“Holy fucking shit,” I panted, still seeing stars from my intense orgasm.
I couldn’t decide if it was so good it didn’t feel real or if it felt too real. Either way, it was an out-of-body experience I had to come down from.
When I came to my senses enough, my eyes flicked to Leo, finding a cocky smirk on his lips. He looked damn proud of himself.
He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean with a groan. “You taste fucking delicious,” he groaned. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted—and I can’t wait for more.”
I nodded eagerly, wanting—needing—more from him.
“I knew I’d break your curse. In record time, too.”
I let out a laugh, this time rolling my eyes and shoving his chest. His bare, sculpted chest. He didn’t waste a second in grabbing my wrist and pulling me forward, capturing my mouth in another searing kiss.
Leo could be cautious and careful. I thought he would kiss that way, too.
Boy, was I wrong.
When Leo kissed, it was reckless and demanding and powerful. He claimed, teased, and tasted my mouth.
Then he finger-fucked me on the kitchen counter and made me come instantly. Weeks of mounting tension would do that.
I swiped my tongue against his, living for the rumble in his throat when I tasted him. The only thing better was feeling his beard and mustache against my skin. I bet it would feel just as good between my legs.
Not breaking away from him, I reached blindly, feeling around for my purse and pulling out a condom.
“Which way’s your room?”
“Hallway. Door on the left,” I muttered between kisses.
Leo took the condom from me and scooped me in his arms, carrying me to my bedroom and tossing me onto the bed. The mattress bounced underneath me, and I propped myself up on my elbows.
He stood at the foot of the bed. His jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped, hung loosely on his hips. “You sure about this?”
I nodded, never having been more sure of anything. He couldn’t stop now.
“I’m sure. I want this.” If anything, I should have been asking him that. I did casual…he didn’t. “Are you sure?”
The corner of his mouth tipped up, amusement flickering in his gaze. “Yeah, Trouble. I’m fucking sure.”
Leo kneeled at the foot of the bed, sliding his hands underneath the sides of my thong and pulling the scrap of fabric slowly down my legs, inch by inch, all the while pressing sensual kisses along my leg to my inner thigh. “Fuck,” he groaned, tossing the fabric to the side.
He spread my legs wider, his thumb running up along my wetness, and I shuddered, still sensitive from my earlier orgasm.
“Take your bra off,” he ordered. “Show me those pretty tits.”
I unclasped my bra and tossed it to the side.
As soon as I was naked in front of him, Leo stopped moving his thumb along my clit, and I watched his throat bob and eyes grow heavy-lidded. “Are you trying to kill me with how sexy you are?” he rasped. “I need to be inside of you right fucking now.”
“What are you waiting for, then?” I breathed, my whole body tingling with anticipation and desire.
“Need to taste you again. The tease I got earlier wasn’t enough,” he growled, spreading my legs and throwing them over his shoulders. He swiped his tongue along my center, causing my stomach to swoop with desire.
My back arched, and I instinctively reached for his hair, giving it a tug as my hips rocked against his mouth. That pressure in my stomach surged, and I knew if he kept going, it would lead to another release.
As much as I wanted that, I wanted to feel him. I was desperate for it.
“Leo,” I panted. “I—I want your cock. I need to feel you.”
He looked up, eyes heavy, and licked his lips. “Do you want me to make you come like this?”
I knew he could—I was right there—but I shook my head.
“You want my cock that badly, huh?”
I bit down on my bottom lip, legs practically trembling as I imagined him pushing inside me. “Yes,” I breathed. “I need you to fuck me.”
Satisfied with my answer, Leo pressed a final kiss to my inner thigh and stood, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he took me in. I imagined my expression was similar as I watched him push his jeans and boxers down.
His thick cock bobbed, straining toward his taut stomach.
I tore my eyes away only to find Leo ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth while focusing on me. He stroked his cock once, twice, muscles rippling in his arm, before sliding the condom on.
He set a knee on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he hovered over me. I ran my hands along his chest and his arms, feeling every dip and ridge of his hard muscles.
My body trembled as he spread my legs wider, pressing the head of his cock against my entrance. He moved his rough hands along my thighs, lifting my hips slightly as he lined himself up.
Then he was pushing in.
My fingers dug into his back, and my body arched off the mattress, a cry of pleasure escaping me. He was so big. I let out a guttural moan at how he filled me—I could feel him everywhere at this angle.
“Leo, oh my god,” I breathed.
He gave me a moment to adjust to his size before rocking his hips, the pace increasing with each thrust.
“You. Feel. Fucking. Incredible,” he gritted. “Fuck, Eliza.” The urgency, the desire, only grew as his gaze shifted to where our bodies connected, and he watched as he pulled out and dove back in with each thrust.
Leo wrapped an arm around my waist, lifting me and moving us closer to the top of the bed. I lifted my hips, rocking them to meet his cock. My breasts bounced and body shook from the force.
Just as I started to bring my hand up to play with my breasts and nipples, Leo beat me to it, pinching and tugging with his rough touch. With his other hand, he grabbed the headboard to brace himself, his bicep flexing.
My mouth fell open, a string of moans escaping me. “Y-yes, Leo!” I cried.
“That’s it.” The growl that left him was borderline animalistic. “Look at you. Taking my cock so fucking well with your tight, perfect pussy.”
The tension in my lower stomach kept building, and I was minutes—maybe seconds—away from snapping. “I’m—I’m close,” I warned him on another moan.
He swore under his breath. “I’m right there with you,” he gritted, capturing my mouth into another rough kiss, sucking and nipping at my swollen lips.
He gave my nipple another tug before his hand moved lower, gripping my hip and lifting me off the bed ever so slightly.
The change in angle had me gasping. I held on to his arm, digging my nails in, while my other hand grasped for the sheets.
“Need you to come on my cock. Need to feel you.”
It was the urgency and desperation in his voice that undid me. The pressure building finally bubbled over. “Fuck! I-I’m—” Pleasure consumed my entire body, and the tension that had my body taut for the last few weeks finally unraveled.
A low groan escaped Leo as he thrust his hips a final time as he reached his own peak before slowing down. Our chests heaved as we caught our breath.
He collapsed next to me, and I immediately felt the loss of him. He ran a hand over his face, softly exhaling. “That was…” Instead of finishing, he simply shook his head, and I had to agree.
“It was,” I said on a breathy laugh. I didn’t think words existed in the English language to describe how incredible that was.
He turned to look over at me, smoothing a hand over my hip where his grip had been. “You’re good? I wasn’t too—”
I shook my head, rolling onto my side and cupping the back of his neck to pull him in for another kiss. Slower this time. “I’m more than good,” I murmured against his mouth. “And that was exactly what I needed.”
I felt his smile against my lips, and he pressed another kiss to the corner of my mouth before rolling out of bed to take care of the condom.
I couldn’t help but watch as he walked out of the room, his muscular back, legs, and ass on full display. I noticed he had a tattoo on his left tricep—something that maybe looked like a night sky or planets—but couldn’t fully make it out before he disappeared into the bathroom.
I exhaled and momentarily closed my eyes, dazed and thoroughly satisfied.
Maybe it was good I hadn’t spent much time imagining sex with Leo, because there was no way my imagination would’ve done him justice.
Everything about him felt so good. His hands, his mouth, his cock… and he knew how to use them, too.
Now that was how you broke a sex curse.
I opened my eyes and slowly sat up from the bed to change into a tank top and pair of pajama shorts. I planned on showering after Leo left to wash the rain off and get cozy.
He walked back in, and I could’ve sworn he was going to come over to me, but he righted himself and picked up his boxers and jeans instead.
As much as I enjoyed casual, this was the part that was always a little awkward. The whole getting dressed and trying to figure out if we should make conversation. I normally didn’t give it much thought—I threw my clothes on and bolted.
I also normally didn’t bring guys back to my apartment or sleep with guys I’d have to see again.
Not only would I have to see Leo again, but we worked together. We lived across the hall from each other. There was no avoiding him. Not that I planned on avoiding him, but…we’d agreed this was a one-time thing.
Once to get it out of our systems. After all, he was leaving.
The tiny pang of disappointment at the reminder unsettled me, but it only reaffirmed that once would have to be enough.
“Things aren’t going to be weird now between us, are they?” Leo asked, and I must’ve been in my thoughts longer than I realized because he was fully clothed, although his hair was messy from earlier.
“No.” I quickly shook my head, following him out into the living room. “No. Not weird at all. We’re both adults. I think we can handle having sex and being friends.”
“Right, yeah.” He cleared his throat. “So, do I just…” He tipped his head toward the front door.
I laughed lightly. “You really haven’t done casual before?”
He shook his head. “It’s always been relationships for me, and there it’s typically frowned upon to leave right after sex.”
“Ah,” I said with a grin. “I suppose that makes sense.” My eyes locked with his, and he had a hungry look in his eyes as he took me in. I swallowed the lump in my throat, my nipples pebbling against the thin fabric of my tank top. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow at work?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow, Trouble.” He turned, about to pull open the door, but then he turned back to face me. “One more thing.”
“Yeah?”
He took a few steps toward me, eyes focused on my mouth. “Can I kiss you one more time?”
My mind went back to moments ago, his mouth on mine, hands gripping my hips, pressing my body to his. Another kiss wouldn’t hurt.
I nodded. “One more,” I agreed.
Leo swept me up in his arms, kissing me just as hungrily as before. I wrapped my arms around him, moaning against his mouth as his tongue swiped against mine.
The ache between my legs was suddenly back, and that heavy desire settled low in my stomach. As he started to pull away, I grabbed his shirt, tugging him closer. “Maybe just one more kiss,” I panted.
He gripped my hips, fingers digging into my ass as he groaned against my mouth.
One more kiss turned into a few more, which turned into him bending me over the kitchen counter and taking me from behind.
But, in my defense, it was still just one night.