Chapter 15 The gala #2
I lean into him with newfound confidence, because this I can do. Flirting is where I shine.
"Who says I am?" I whisper huskily into his ear and feel his body shiver against mine.
His eyes snap to me and I can see the tinge of pink covering his tan cheeks before he gives me a full-body laugh and says, "You're trouble."
I quickly match his grin as we step out and he hails a cab, giving the driver an address I don't recognise, before turning his body to mine in the backseat, which is a bit of a tight fit for him.
"You get to have a tour of my place now, since I saw yours last." He announces, but still asks in a whispered tone, "If that's ok?"
"Yeah." I tell him with a heavy exhale, relieved to know I'm not the only one nervous out of my mind in his presence.
The driver makes quick work of the drive, even with the heavier traffic at this time of night and, before I know it, I'm being dragged to the second floor of a cozy-looking building.
We stop in front of what I presume is his door and he hesitates a minute before pressing the key to the door and opening it.
I'm about to ask if he still wants me here when I get dragged inside and the breath is stolen from my lungs when Leon presses against me and kisses me with everything he has.
I can't breathe, but I’m definitely not stopping until I feel myself fainting.
When I manage to pull away and pant like I'm dying, Leon is right there with me while he searches for air, but doesn't ease his hold on my body.
"God, I've been waiting to kiss you all night." He says with a straight face, which has me puffing out a laugh.
"You have been kissing me all night. For a former straight guy, it was really... unexpected." I muse, before kissing him again, a bit softer.
He chuckles lightly before saying, "Not like this," and takes my mouth in another kiss full of passion and want. I'm melting into his touch, arms searching for a point of entry to his skin, pulling on his coat and shirt before feeling the abs of glory. God, his body is so cut and I'm here for it.
When I'm hard pressed for another breath of air, I gulp and make quick use of undoing the buttons of his shirt, but my eyes catch on a lot of green in a corner. Then, a lot of green everywhere.
"Wow, that's a lot of plants." I whisper at him, before I go to his mouth again, but I quickly realize my mistake. His eyes widen with joy as he steps back from me and my feet pull forward to regain the hard press of his body. But it's gone.
"I know!" He says excitedly. "I mean, I would looove more plants, but with the space I have, this is the most I could do without crowding them. Plants need space, you know?"
I'm nodding while contemplating the ridiculous phrasing of his sentence.
More plants? This already looks like a fucking flower shop.
And of course, it's not enough just to look.
He proceeds to give me a tour of his greenhouse, essentially.
Every. Single. Plant. Not only their common names, but their scientific names and, of course, their given names that Leon settled on.
Because giving plants human names makes perfect sense.
If I wasn't so enamoured, I would think he's insane.
We finish the tour painfully slowly, Leon going into detail on proper care for each of his "babies", as he calls the plants, then finally, finally, drags me to the bedroom.
But it's not what I think, it's to introduce me to more fucking plants.
The things I do for this guy, honestly. Anyone else and I would have walked out twenty minutes ago as he was introducing me to a fern named Ernest. Make it make sense!
The piece of resistance seems to be a pretty small flowering thing called Lily because she's a Peace Lily, a plant that's quite rare, apparently.
Seems Leon takes after his mother when it comes to humor.
We're finally done and he must see something on my face as he blows a breath in defeat, all excitement leaving him. "It's a lot, isn't it?" He asks in a small voice.
My first instinct is to say Yes, it's insane, but I go with a different truth. "You're adorable."
He beams at me as his arms circle my waist and he kisses me softly.
At first anyway, since he's quickly devouring my mouth, teeth pulling on my bottom lip as I open and drink him greedily.
His taste, lingering champagne and something sweet and bitter, like a blood orange, fills my mouth.
I can't get enough as I resume my task of getting him naked as fast as humanly possible.
He starts doing the same, undressing me clumsily.
Luckily, no shirts need to be taken off by lifting our arms, so we no longer break the kiss, but only slow down as hands start to roam.
We're both down to boxers when I quickly press my body to him, rubbing my erection into his hip and feeling his on mine.
His chest is a furnace, his hands cage me in as we go down on his bed, slightly falling and bouncing off the mattress in the process.
Leon's barely containing a laugh, but I can't think with him this close.
I'm repositioning with my head on the pillows and pulling him on top as I align our hips again, cocks sliding with every movement against each other under the confines of the fabric.
A gasp leaves me as I feel him thrust more forcefully against me, building a steady tempo.
But it's not enough, I want his skin and his heat on mine.
With great effort and both hands planted on his chest, I manage to push him away slightly, enough to demand between panting breaths, "Off” as I pull on his boxers.
With another small chuckle, he stands to drop them down and I get another sight of his beautiful dick, fully erect and saluting me.
It's one of the thickest I've ever seen, no wonder I had a bit of difficulty wrapping my hand around both our cocks last time.
Blue-green veins run along the shaft ending in an angry, red and swollen head.
Jesus, my mouth is watering. But he said no to me going down on him last time and I don't want to push him too hard too fast. So I slide my boxers down as well and let them fall off the bed, before I sit back down and let him take the lead this time.
His gaze is so intense as it runs over me, it's downright unnerving.
In a mirror-like scene of last time, I hold my hand out to him and he takes it as he climbs back on top carefully.
But I don't want careful, I want his full weight on me.
I grab him to mold his body to mine, but he doesn't come this time.
He turns my head and nips at my ear, pulling a gasp from me.
Seemingly satisfied, he licks and sucks on my neck, moving to my collar bone and landing on my nipple.
I've never had someone other than myself play with them before and boy, was I missing out.
His teeth sink in hard as I almost jump from the bed as he starts to soothe the bite with long licks before moving to the other to do the same.
My nipples are peaked and so hard they could cut diamonds.
He continues the torture he's inflicting, blissfully aware of the effect he has on me. I'm so turned on I could float to heaven, but I want more. Before I even have a chance to think, the words leave my mouth, "I want you to fuck me".
His lips freeze on my skin and I'm mentally beating myself up.
Way to not push him too hard, you goddamn idiot.
He's been surprisingly good so far with his newfound sexuality, but if he refused a blowjob, I can only imagine what straight-up fucking would do to his head.
He slowly lifts his eyes to me and assesses my face. I should take it back, like right now.
"We don't have to." I rush out to say, but he's still looking at me in concentration and
I'm sure I lost him. Stupid, stupid Dexter.
The hottest guy on the planet is sitting naked above you and you have to go and ruin shit with your fucking mouth.
The cogs are wheeling, or however the fuck the saying goes, when he grabs my chin and holds my eyes.
If I thought his gaze was unnerving before, I really didn't know what I was in for.
He gives me a small shake of his head before saying, "I'm not going to fuck you, Dexter, but I will give you what you want. "
Confusion doesn't even begin to describe what I'm feeling, but in this moment I don't care about that.
Whatever he wants to give I'll take, like a glutton.
He moves down my body, kissing my inner thigh, going up to my knee and still looking at me expectantly.
I'm not sure what he wants, but a small bud of hope blooms. I gather he's waiting for instruction, which I'm happy to give.
"Do you have lube?" I ask, trying to display some confidence. I can do this. I can be his teacher for whatever he wants.
He nods and reaches for the nightstand drawer, bringing back an unopened bottle of lube.
"Did you buy that just for me?" I try to lightly joke, hoping to dispel some of the heavier energy in the room.
He gives me back his signature chuckle and relief washes over my whole body. "No, I bought it when Jen left for solo action, but the mood didn't strike."
Wait, he didn't jerk off the whole time? That can't be right. I'm not dwelling on it now, not with the expectant look returning on his face as he pours lube over his fingers. He looks back up and tells me softly, "I don't want it to hurt for you. Can you show me what to do?"
I gulp, in awe of him. Truly perfection. I bend slightly, grabbing his hand and placing his fingers on my rim. I start circular motions, softening the muscle. "It's been a while for me," I tell him softly. "You won't hurt me if you go slow. Maybe one finger at a time?