ELIZA
“Vodka or tequila?” I asked Leo, my legs draped over his lap as we sat on the outdoor couch, the stars sparkling above us.
We’d finished our margaritas, and I was considering going downstairs to make us each another, but I was so comfortable, especially with the way his warm palm grazed along my leg.
“Vodka,” he answered simply. “You’d choose tequila.”
He didn’t say it like a question. He said it like he knew the answer, which was true.
“Each and every time. I should’ve brought the whole bottle up here.”
Leo shook his head, pulling a joint and lighter out of his pocket. “My body can barely handle one drink lately, let alone two.”
“Ah, right. With your old age.” I grinned at him while he shot me a glare.
Leo set the joint between his lips, the flame from the lighter illuminating his handsome face.
I couldn’t help but wonder what he’d look like as he got older.
No doubt that he was going to age like fine wine.
Would his mustache and beard go gray or be more salt and pepper?
Would he get the head chef job he wanted?
Open his own restaurant? Would he have kids that looked just like him?
The questions fired off, and once they started, I couldn’t stop them. My stomach twisted, and I wished I had more tequila, so I could focus on the burn of the liquor instead of the uneasiness in my stomach. Why was I thinking about that? Why did I care?
I’d never thought about that before when I’d been with someone, especially not the kids. I’d never cared about someone enough to even entertain the possibility.
“Hey, where’d you go?”
I turned toward Leo, watching the smoke escape his lips, and I gave him what I hoped was a convincing smile. “Just zoned out.” I wiggled my fingers so he’d pass me the joint, and I took a hit, willing my thoughts and questions to ease.
Changing the subject, I asked, “Do you know where you’ll get your next tattoo?”
He leaned back, one hand staying on my leg while the other draped along the couch. “Depends on what it is. Maybe my chest or torso?”
I drank him in, my hands itching to run along his body, explore every inch and find the perfect spot. I passed the joint back to him, and as he took another hit, I readjusted so I was straddling him instead.
“I know that look,” he hummed, bringing the joint to his lips.
“There’s no look,” I argued. “I’m simply exploring the spots you mentioned, seeing what would be best.” I ran my hands down his chest, slipping underneath the fabric of his tee and getting to feel every ridge and dip of his muscled frame.
“I think on your chest would be nice.” I bit my bottom lip, my eyes flicking to his. “Did you know I have two weaknesses?”
His brow quirked, and he shook his head.
“Thigh tattoos and mustaches.”
With the joint between his fingers, Leo took his free hand and used his thumb and pointer finger to smooth out his mustache before running his hand over his stubbled jaw.
Normally, his beard was a little longer than it was today, but he must’ve shaved recently.
The fact that I noticed was a whole other problem I was going to ignore for now.
“How lucky for me,” he murmured. He held the joint out toward me, but I shook my head, so he put it out on the ash tray. “I only have one weakness.”
My heart skipped a beat, and I considered not asking him what it was, unsure if I’d be able to take the answer. My curiosity got the better of me. “What is it?”
“You,” he growled, digging his fingers into my hips and rocking me against his cock.
I gasped at the friction from his erection.
Between my flimsy shorts and his sweatpants, there wasn’t much between us.
“Always teasing me, aren’t you, Trouble?
” He tipped his head back, looking up at me with hooded eyes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said innocently, my breath hitching as I continued to move over him. So maybe I hadn’t worn panties or a bra and chose the olive-green pajama shorts that drove him wild…at least I’d worn a cropped tee instead of a tank top.
“You don’t know what I’m talking about?” he repeated slowly, lifting his hips to emphasize exactly what I was doing to him. His cock strained against the fabric, and his sweatpants did very little to contain his arousal.
My nipples pebbled, the friction from brushing against my tee causing me to seek more. I wanted his touch everywhere. I reached for one of his hands, guiding it underneath my shirt and up to my breast, where within moments he was tugging and toying with my nipple, causing a moan to escape me.
“Fuck, Eliza,” he hissed at how quickly my body reacted to him. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath sending shivers up my spine. “Do you feel what you do to me? How much power you have over me?” he mumbled against my skin, and I could barely make out the second sentence.
What about what he did to me?
My breath hitched as I rocked against him, picking up speed and using his shoulders to steady myself. “I feel it,” I panted, moving my hands to the back of his head and tangling my fingers in his hair. “I want to feel you.”
He pressed hot, wet kisses to my neck, sucking gently on my skin before pulling back. “Fuck. I didn’t bring a condom. Wait here.” He started to lift me off him. “I’ll run down and grab one.”
I set my hands over his and shook my head. “No, I want to feel you,” I repeated, more directly this time, so he wouldn’t miss what I was saying.
I wanted to feel every inch of him without anything between us.
I didn’t want to think too deeply about it, but Leo would be the first guy I’d had sex with without a condom.
I wanted him bare inside me, and I wanted to feel as he finished.
“I got tested before we started sleeping together, and I’m on the pill. ”
“I got tested after my last partner,” he said slowly. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” I rasped. It wasn’t spur of the moment for me. I’d been thinking about it the last few days. If we were going to be sleeping with each other exclusively, then I didn’t want anything between us for the rest of the time he was in Golden Falls.
“I…I’ve never done this without a condom before either,” he admitted, almost in a whisper.
The words hit differently now. It wasn’t just me being vulnerable. He was, too.
That made the choice and the trust between us feel even bigger.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling me to him and capturing my lips in a hungry kiss.
My hands drifted to the waistband of his sweatpants, and he lifted his hips, allowing me to push his pants and briefs down over his ass to free his thick cock.
His hand dipped between my legs, and he moved my shorts to the side, finding out I wasn’t wearing underwear. He swore under his breath again. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Are you always this wet for me, Trouble? Waiting for me to fuck you?”
“Always,” I said without any shame, eager to have him inside me again. No matter how many times we had sex, I’d be eager for the next time—until he left, of course. Then I’d have to figure out how to break this all-consuming addiction.
I reached for the waistband of my shorts, prepared to somehow get them off, but he stopped me, pulling them to the side instead. “I can’t fucking wait to get inside you,” he growled. He teased my entrance with his tip before pushing inside.
I gasped as he lifted his hips and held mine down. I sunk deeper onto him, and once I adjusted to his size, I rocked against him, using his shoulders to steady myself.
“Look at you,” Leo said with a sexy and smug smile. “Taking my cock so fucking good.” He leaned closer. “You’ll have to stay quiet. Think you can do that?” he whispered against my ear, teeth grazing against my ear lobe.
“Y-yes,” I breathed. “I can do that.” I’d try, at least. My fingers dug into his shoulders, and my head tipped back, pleasure coursing through my body as I rocked my hips. With him, I’d never felt so full.
“Atta girl. Those moans are only for me. The way your eyes roll back when I slide my cock inside you is only for me. And the way you gasp”—Leo pressed his thumb against my clit to rub slow, deliberate circles—“when I touch you is only for me.”
“Only for you.” I didn’t think too much about what those words meant—only that they felt right in this moment. “Fuck, Leo.”
“Just like that, baby.” He guided me over him, slowing my pace and tilting my hips so his cock could hit the spot that always drove me wild—it felt even better than normal from this position.
Or maybe it was the heightened tension and arousal from the fact that anyone could walk up here and see us. Not that I wanted them to, but the idea that they could sent a flush of heat throughout my body.
“You like getting fucked out in the open like this, don’t you?” Leo grunted as if he could read my mind. “You’re fucking soaked, baby.”
I nodded, my mouth falling open and a whimper escaping me. To quiet the moans threatening to leave my mouth, I fused my mouth with his in a hungry kiss, one of my hands fisting his shirt while the other tangled in his hair.
I was so close—we both knew it.
“Come on my cock. I want to feel you lose control for me,” Leo mumbled against my lips while he moved his hand between us, adding pressure to my clit that sent me off the edge.
“I—I want to feel you, too,” I breathed.
It was all too much and not nearly enough—the kiss, his words, his thumb against my clit while his other hand gripped my hip, his hard cock and the image of him spilling inside of me.
“Fuck!” I gasped.
Within moments, my orgasm took over my entire body. I pulled away from the kiss, having to bury my face in the crook of his neck as I finished, because it was all too much.
“Eliza,” he groaned my name, his cock stiffening and another quiet moan leaving me as I nodded.
“Come for me, please,” I begged, needing to feel him. Needing this moment.
His grip on my hip tightened as he held me down, lifting his hips into mine with a low groan. His cock pulsed and spilled inside me.
I rested my forehead against his for a beat, trying to steady the rise and fall of my chest.
As I lifted myself off him, his arousal spilled down my thighs, and my core clenched painfully at the erotic sensation—and at how heat flared in his eyes when he dipped his gaze to watch.
Breathlessly, I righted my shorts and tee while he pulled his sweats and briefs back on.
“I should—” I started to say, and he wrapped an arm around my waist. I should’ve resisted as he pulled me onto his lap, and I definitely shouldn’t have curled into him, resting my head against his shoulder as he held me. And I shouldn’t have enjoyed the tender kiss he placed to the side of my head.
“I know,” he said. “Stay. Just for a couple more minutes.”
And I definitely shouldn’t have stayed.
But I did.
Because in that moment, there wasn’t a place that I wanted to be more. So, I stayed, telling myself that it was only because he’d asked, and not because I wanted it, too.