Chapter 14
Leni
All thoughts of why my mystery man went quiet for the past two weeks are silenced as he captures my lips again, kissing me until I’m completely breathless and dizzy with desire.
I’ve never been a fan of kissing—it’s too intimate.
In fact, I haven’t kissed anyone since Dylan.
The two men I played with at Euphoria were more interested in fucking my mouth than kissing it, but it never bothered me before.
Being with those men was nothing more than sexual exploration, and while I thought that’s what this was going to be, it’s become something more.
The moment his lips touched mine tonight, my thoughts turned to static, and all logic flew out the window. This man doesn’t just kiss. He claims.
I can’t get enough, so when he pulls away, I only give us a brief moment to catch our breath before I’m dragging him back to me.
A surprised grunt slips from his throat, but he doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss.
He doesn’t rush, his lips caressing mine in the perfect balance of want and need, like I’m something precious to be revered.
Our surroundings blur into nothingness as I lose myself, hypnotised by his kiss.
Breathing heavily when we part again, my lips tingle in the most delicious way, and my body feels like it’s about to spontaneously combust. There’s an electric current running underneath my skin that intensifies as he runs his strong, masculine fingers up and down my arms in a soft, lingering touch.
I shiver, closing my eyes as I melt into his sculpted body. Once my breathing returns to a somewhat normal cadence, I tilt my head so I can gaze up at him through my lashes. His whiskey eyes are dark with lust, and my body flushes with heat.
“What are you thinking, little devil?” he asks, his low timbre causing a fluttering in my stomach.
“That I’ve been missing out with this kissing thing.” I run my tongue over my lips, savouring the taste of him. “It’s better than sex.”
He chuckles, his body vibrating from the sound. “If that’s the case, you’ve been doing it wrong.”
A small squeak escapes me as his hands drop to my waist, and he lifts me. My arms and legs instinctively wrap around him, and we both moan as the impressive bulge in his pants rubs against my aching core.
He carries me to the bed and lays me down before crawling up beside me. I reach for the button on his pants, but his hands still mine.
“Hold up, little devil,” he says, leaning in to press his lips to mine. “We don’t have to rush into this.”
A sting of rejection washes over me, and I pull away.
“Hey.” He grips my chin gently, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I’m not turning you down. I’m just taking things slow. I haven’t slept with anyone other than my ex-wife in nineteen years.”
My stomach dips at the sadness in his voice. “What happened between you?”
“She cheated on me,” he says, his finger tracing over the bottom half of my face, everywhere uncovered by my mask.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
His lips curl into a soft smile. “It’s been over for years.”
“Not for you,” I say, reading between the lines.
A heavy sigh escapes his lips as his eyes meet mine. “You’re young. You don’t need my level of fucked up in your life.”
I’m not stupid. I can hear the finality in his words. Despite the insane chemistry between us, this is a one-time deal. While I should feel hurt, the defeated tone in his voice makes me want to help him forget, even if it’s only for tonight.
“Last I checked we met at a sex club, not on a dating app.” I sit up and move to straddle his waist, my hands drifting to the buttons on his shirt.
“You don’t need to—”
“Shh.” I press my lips to his to silence him. “We’re both consenting adults. I’m looking for some fun, and you’re looking to move on. It’s a win-win for everyone.”
His mouth tugs down in a frown. “That’s not—”
Whatever he was going to say breaks off in a low moan when I roll my hips and unfasten the last button on his shirt, running my nails over his tanned skin. They brush lightly over the tattoo of a compass on his stomach, and he sucks in a sharp breath. I trace the script beneath it.
Not all who wander are lost.
“J.R.R. Tolkien.”
His lips tick into a smile. “You know your literature.”
“Why the compass?”
“It signifies guidance. A way to find a way through life’s challenges.”
I lean forward and brush my lips over his, whispering, “Am I a life challenge?”
He grips my head, holding me close. His warm breath ghosts my lips as he growls, “You’re a beautiful enigma, little devil.” Then he kisses me deeply.
I break our kiss, sitting up and reaching for the ribbon on my corset.
“What are you doing?” he groans, but his large hands settle on my waist, and he makes no move to dislodge me.
“Teaching an old dog new tricks,” I quip, my lips tugging into a smirk as I pull the ribbon free, exposing my breasts.
“Careful, little devil,” he says, his voice dripping with desire as his eyes travel over my pierced nipples. “The thing with dogs, is you never know if they bite.”
“Promises, promises.”
My taunt ends in a low moan as my mystery man uses his impressive abdominal muscles to lean up and capture my right nipple in his warm, wet mouth, his teeth tugging on the piercing.
I tangle my fingers in his hair as he blows my fucking mind with pleasure and pain, moving from worshiping one breast to the other. He bites down until I whimper and tug on his nape before soothing the sting with a flick of his wicked tongue.
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss as a zap of desire hits my core.
He hums, and the vibrations cause my entire body to tingle. Nothing has ever felt this good. My booty shorts are completely soaked, and he hasn’t even touched my aching pussy yet.
“Touch me,” I beg him, arching my back as I roll my hips. “Please. I need you to touch me.”
“Your wish is my command,” he says, and with an impressive manoeuvre, he has me on my back, kissing his way down my stomach as his deft fingers hook into the waistband of my boy shorts.
Once I’m bare to him, he doesn’t hesitate to bury his tongue in my cunt.
I think my brain short circuits, and when he slides two fingers inside my slick folds as his teeth graze over my clit, I swear I have an out-of-body experience.
I come with a cry, and my hands clench around the bedsheets as he laps up my release like a man starved.
Why the fuck did his wife cheat on him? This man definitely knows how to satisfy a woman.
Before the first wave of pleasure has even subsided, his talented fingers work me into another orgasm until I’m a panting, writhing mess beneath him. My body is a live wire, and he’s the current setting me alight.
When my pussy stops clenching around his fingers, and I finally stop trembling, he removes his fingers and kisses a trail up my body until he reaches my lips, letting me taste myself.
Our combined taste is intoxicating. I moan into his mouth, reaching between us to run my hand over the rock-hard bulge in his pants.
His fingers dig into my hips, and he pulls away to gaze hungrily down at me through his mask. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He kisses me again, and my heart stutters in my chest.
I try to lock down my feelings, knowing this is nothing more than sex, and a way for him to move on from his ex-wife, but it’s hard to ignore the way his eyes seem to see straight into my soul.
Before my attachment can take hold, I unbutton his slacks and gently push on his chest until he rolls onto his back.
We don’t speak, but I can see the million thoughts swirling in his eyes.
“Don’t overthink it,” I say, running my tongue over the perfect V that disappears beneath his boxer briefs. His stomach muscles clench under my ministrations.
He lifts his arse so I can drag his pants off, and my eyes widen when his cock springs free. I felt his size earlier when I was grinding on him like a pup in heat, but feeling it and seeing it up close are two different experiences.
Precum leaks from his broad tip, and I run my tongue over it before sucking him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.
“Holy shit,” he growls, his fingers tangling in my hair.
His already thick cock swells in my mouth, and he pulls me off him with a low groan.
“Sorry,” he grimaces, expelling a deep breath, “I just need a moment, otherwise this will be over way too soon.”
I lick my lips with a naughty smirk, and he groans again.
“You’re killing me, little devil. Get up here and kiss me.”
My stomach flutters at his request, but I don’t give myself time to dwell on it.
I crawl over his ripped body to claim his lips in a hot and heady kiss.
My heavy breasts ache to be touched, and the anticipation of him filling me has me clenching around air.
It’s surprisingly erotic, and I mewl into his mouth, thinking I’m about to come without any stimulation.
He lets out a low growl and mutters, “Fuck it.”
I barely have time to process what’s happening before he’s lining up his cock and pushing inside me. He’s big, and I moan as I stretch around him. I pull away from his lips, bracing my hands on his chest as I lower myself until he’s fully seated.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, drawing a sharp breath at the fullness and throwing my head back. Stars dance behind my closed eyes.
“Shit,” he curses, his fingers biting into my waist so hard it’ll leave a mark, but it only causes me to squeeze around him tighter. “Shit. I didn’t use a condom. I’m sor—”
Silencing him with my lips, I roll my hips as my pierced nipples brush over his muscled chest. We both groan at the sensation. He brings one hand up to tangle in my hair, holding me to him as his tongue delves into my mouth in rough, almost frantic strokes.
All my senses are in overdrive, and I have to pull away from his kisses gasping for air.
“I’m on birth control, and I’m clean,” I pant. The club has strict policies about submitting regular health checks, so I know we’re both clean, and feeling him bare inside me is beyond erotic.
He shakes his head. “I was reckless.”
“Stop overthinking it.” His thick cock hits my G-spot, and I cry out again, as a shudder wracks through my body. “Oh my God.”
“Are you okay?” The concern dripping in his voice causes my breathing to hitch.
I nod.
“I’m fine. Please don’t stop.” I punctuate my request with another roll of my hips, crying out again and again as his dick hits that pleasurable spot deep inside me.
Another roll, and another, then I’m coming undone to the point I’m a trembling mess. I collapse on top of him as my body spasms around his thick cock, which is still thrusting inside me in long, measured strokes, drawing out my release.
He mutters another curse, wrapping his arms around me before rolling us so I’m on my back. He hooks my leg around his waist as he drives into me over and over again. When he reaches down to pinch my clit, I cry out, sending him over the edge.
He pulls out, ropes of his warm cum coating my pussy and stomach as he finds his release.
His breathing is laboured and his whiskey eyes heated as he strokes every last drop from his spent dick.
I’m desperate for a taste of us both, and he watches intently as I dip a finger inside my still-fluttering cunt before gathering his cum and bringing it to my lips. A deep sound rumbles from his chest as I lick up our combined release, and I hum as the taste explodes on my tongue.
Not caring about our mess, he draws me in for another blistering kiss, and I swear my heart cracks in two because I already know my obsession with this mystery man won’t end with this one night of passion.
I may be the first woman he’s slept with since his ex-wife, but he’s ruined me for any other man with his all-consuming kisses and reverent touches.
The way he looks at me, like I’m something he needs to protect, makes something in my chest ache so deeply I can barely breathe. I’ve never been touched like this, never been seen like this, and I already know it’s going to destroy me.
No matter how many times I tell myself this won’t last, that he’s not ready for more than a rebound with a mysterious stranger, he’s slipping past every wall I’ve ever put up to protect my damaged heart.
I shattered in his hands, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to protect myself from these overwhelming feelings.