ELIZA
I blinked up at Leo, dazed, as he pulled my mouth away from his cock.
“But—” I protested, wanting to lean forward to lap up the pre-cum beading at his tip.
When I tried to move, I couldn’t, because his hand was firmly wrapped around my hair, keeping me away.
A frustrated huff escaped me, and I glared at him—but that didn’t last long.
“Strip,” he ordered, releasing my hair and crossing his arms over his broad chest.
My whole body shivered from the command. Normally, I hated being told what to do. But when Leo’s blue eyes turned stormy, his nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched…everything in my body told me to listen and do as he told.
I couldn’t look away from the sight of him standing fully naked at the foot of the bed, his muscular, tattooed body on full display. The muscles in his thick thighs flexed, and his cock bobbed.
Oh my fucking god. My throat went dry, and there was a lightness in my head that had me feeling dizzy from how turned on I was. Was that even a thing?
Maybe it was good he’d ordered me to strip, because I needed something to do. Something else to focus on other than him.
As much as I wanted him in my mouth, tasting every last drop he’d give me, I wanted whatever he had planned more. Especially with how his eyes hooded with desire when he first saw me in his chef’s coat.
I’d grabbed one of Leo’s extra coats the other night at Lake Ridge, wanting to plan a special night for him.
He was always taking care of those around him, and while I thought it brought him joy to be helpful and feel needed, I wanted him to know he didn’t have to do it all every moment of every day.
That it was okay for him to turn off his brain and let someone take care of him for once.
I wanted to do something for him before we ran out of time. And as much as my chest pinched and ached at the thought of our days and nights together coming to an end, I wasn’t going to focus on that. Right now, I had him for a little bit longer, and I was going to enjoy every second.
I unbuttoned the coat and slipped it over my head, dropping it at the side of the bed and watching as his nostrils flared again when I revealed my matching black see-through bra.
“What next, chef?” I purred, leaning back on my elbows and letting my legs fall open.
“Next,” he rumbled, “you’re going to give me what I want.”
“What is it that you want?” My stomach clenched with desire, infinite possibilities floating through my brain.
He smoothed two fingers over his mustache. “I want you to sit on my face. You’re going to first come on my tongue and then again with my cock inside you.”
My mouth fell open from the visual he’d just put in my head and how good he was going to make me feel. I liked that he wasn’t asking what I wanted—he simply knew. I swallowed, somehow managing to coherently get words out. “But I wanted this to be about you.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up into a breathtaking grin. “Oh, baby, there’s absolutely nothing I enjoy more than making you feel good. This is about me.”
I loved when Leo called me Trouble or said my name, but there was something about the way he rasped baby that had my panties soaked. Well, my panties were already soaked from the moment he walked through the door, but still.
The mattress dipped under his weight as he got on the bed, lying on his back with his hands behind his head. He looked over at me, quirking a brow. “I thought I told you to strip. Or did you not hear me?”
A laugh escaped me as I shook my head at him in amused disbelief. “So bossy today,” I murmured, reaching behind to unclasp my bra, letting my breasts spill out as the straps fell from my shoulders. I tossed it off to the side along with my thong.
“There you go,” Leo murmured. “Have a seat, baby.”
I swung a leg around him, and he gripped my hips, so I was hovering over his face.
I grabbed the headboard for support. I’d fully intended on easing down on him, but he pulled me down and pushed his tongue inside me without any warning.
I gasped, and immediately, my hips rolled, seeking—needing—more.
His groan sent vibrations through my center, and my grip on the headboard tightened, my knuckles turning white.
I rocked against him, reeling in the sensation of how his mouth licked, sucked, and tasted, his hand digging into my hip. Leo then moved his mouth to my clit, sucking hard, and replacing his tongue with two fingers, slipping them inside with ease.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my head tipping back and my movements growing more wild and erratic. I could barely make out the sounds escaping me with how hard my heart pounded in my ears. “Close,” I gasped. “So close. Just. Like. That.”
Leo didn’t change a thing, and I was moments away from reaching my peak. My orgasm was building, building, building until—
“Fuck!” My eyes fluttered shut, and my whole body shuddered, a string of moans leaving me as a powerful orgasm racked through my body.
I had zero control over the sounds that left me or the jerky motions of my hips. All I sought out was his touch as I rode out my high.
I was a mess when I collapsed next to him, a thin layer of sweat coating my body as I struggled to catch a breath.
Leo, on the other hand, couldn’t have looked more perfect—or more proud of himself.
“What?” I asked on a laugh.
“Nothing,” he said with a grin, rolling onto his side and snaking his arm around my waist. “I just don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you completely lose yourself from how good I make you feel.”
There was a lot Leo was humble about. How good he was in the bedroom wasn’t one of those things—and I loved it. I loved the cocky smirk on his lips and the sparkle in his eyes as he took me in.
“Cocky bastard,” I murmured to him, which only had his grin widening. I leaned closer to kiss him, sucking on this bottom lip and tasting myself on him. I moaned against his mouth, getting riled up all over again even though my thighs were still trembling from what happened only moments ago.
Leo wrapped an arm around my waist, calloused fingertips tracing down my spine as he kissed me slowly. “Thought you might need a moment to recover,” he mumbled.
“Turns out, I can’t get enough of you.” Even after a powerful orgasm, I was eager for more. Leo was talented with his fingers and mouth, but the pressure and fullness from his cock was unlike anything else.
My gaze dipped down, seeing his aching, throbbing cock practically begging for release.
“Are you going to fuck me or keep me waiting?” I batted my lashes at him as my gaze flicked back up.
He grunted, flipping us over so I was on my back, and then he hovered over me. “Just for that, maybe I’ll keep you waiting.”
We both knew damn well he wasn’t going to do that.
But he did move slower than usual, almost like he was taking me in and didn’t want to miss a single second. His blue eyes were heavy as they searched mine, and he reached up, brushing stands of dark hair away from my face. His thumb ran along my cheek, jaw, and tugged on my bottom lip.
“Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Lighting up every room you walk into. I can’t get enough of you, either, Eliza. And I knew I was in trouble from the moment I saw you.”
I barely heard him with how low his voice was.
He lined up his cock at my entrance and slowly slid inside.
My back arched off the mattress, and my legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer to me.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, my fingers digging into his back as I experienced the pressure between my legs I’d been so desperate for.
Leo moved slowly, every thrust of his hips intentional.
More. I needed more—and I needed him closer.
Something about this moment was different. I knew he felt it, too, because the emotion swirling in his eyes hit me straight in the chest. We normally moved fast, and it was easy to fit our connection into a neat box that was purely physical.
“It’s always good between us,” he murmured. “Always feels right.” He cupped the side of my face, tipping my chin down so I could see how he thrust inside me. “Look at how your pretty pussy takes my cock. How perfectly we fit. It doesn’t get better than this.”
My mouth fell open as I watched his cock disappear inside me. “You’re so…big,” I breathed. “Love how full you make me feel.”
My gaze met his again, and his expression almost looked pained—almost like whatever was between us was too good.
“Leo, I want more.” I dug my heels into his ass, needing him deeper. “Faster.”
“On your knees,” he demanded.
I gasped as he pulled out, my chest heaving, and I scrambled to my knees. My chest pressed against the mattress while he gripped my hips and dragged me onto his cock, pumping into me over and over again. Faster and deeper than before.
I knew Leo would give me anything and everything I wanted.
“Yes!” I cried out, pressing my back against his chest, his hot breath hitting my neck.
His hand snaked between my legs and applied pressure, completely overwhelming my senses.
“Fuck,” he huffed. “I love being inside you.”
“I’m—I’m so close,” I warned, looking at him over my shoulder. With how close we were, all I had to do was lean back and our lips met, in a slow, sensual kiss while he continued to pump his hips and circle my clit. I had to break away from the kiss with how quickly my orgasm was building.
“Fuck, Eliza,” he ground out. “You’re gripping me so fucking tight. Come for me, baby.” He moved harder and faster, and that was what pushed me over the edge.
A string of moans escaped me as heat pooled in my lower belly, and intense pleasure coursed through me. Leo was right there with me. His cock jerked before spilling his release inside me.
My whole body shook, my arms especially, as I collapsed on the bed. Leo slipped out and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into his chest. We both took a moment to catch our breath, and I let myself sink into his warm embrace.
“You’re so warm,” I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck. “I’m exhausted after that.”
Leo’s body shook with laughter. “Me, too. I vote we stay in bed all night. Unless you had something else planned?”
I shook my head. “Staying in bed or moving to the couch sounds absolutely perfect. For dinner, I got us food from some of my favorite places in town. We haven’t gone to nearly as many restaurants as I thought.
” Probably because our nights consisted of sex and Leo cooking.
I didn’t mention that part of the reason why I’d gotten take out from four to five different places was because we might not have time to try them all otherwise.
Or that whatever he cooked for me beat out my favorite meal from a restaurant by a long shot.
I pressed a kiss to his lips, reluctantly untangling my body from his. “I’m gonna clean up and change. Probably should reheat the food, too. And you’re not allowed to help.” I pointed at him.
He raised his hands in surrender. “And you said I’m bossy tonight.”
“You were!”
“But you liked it.”
I rolled my eyes with a laugh, walking toward the bathroom and not telling him that I really liked it.
That I really liked him.