Chapter 17 - Soaring high
Dexter
The weekend truly flew by this time. I felt like I blinked since leaving the rink with Leon, close to noon on Saturday and it’s already Monday morning.
We spent the rest of Saturday over at my place.
Leon made my acquaintance with the TV show that is my namesake and I do have to say I really don’t understand what’s wrong about what the guy is doing.
Yeah, I mean, he kills people and that’s bad, obviously, but how many lives does he save in the process?
Leon obviously doesn’t agree, sweet summer child that he is, and thinks they should go through the justice system instead.
Like that’s not flawed or anything. But I digress.
We spent the day wrapped up on the couch, watching, laughing, eating and most importantly kissing.
I think I’ve kissed Leon more in two weeks than all the other men in my life combined.
And I can’t get enough of it. His lips are the sweetest drug on planet Earth and each swipe and hitch of breath makes me feel alive.
I’m all in, head, hands and feet jumping in the deep end.
I’ll drown in Leon and, if he actually wakes up one day and realizes he’s too good for my grumpy ass, I’ll thank him for his time.
Like seriously, I’m at the point that I’ll be nothing if not grateful for every second in his presence.
After the rink, my muscles were a bit sore, which led to an amazing massage from Leon once nighttime came and we moved from the couch to the bed.
Another plus on his big ass hands, when they squeeze a muscle you really fucking feel it.
I was putty in his hands three seconds in and the delicious pain he was inflicting on my muscles as he was working the nodes in them got my dick rock hard.
Naturally. So we had some fun afterwards, which lasted about half the night and I’m very proud to say I finally got a taste of Leon.
I thought he was apprehensive about oral sex, but turns out that first time he simply didn’t want us breaking apart to stop the kissing.
I think that’s even what he said at the time, but I still got in my head about it.
I know I really should let go of what happened in the past, but there’s always the panic of not being accepted, or even ridiculed, that lingers underneath the skin every time I reveal my true self to someone new.
Boy, did he ever enjoy it. Not more than me though, I was in Heaven when I finally got my lips on him and his taste exploded in my mouth, so masculine with a hint of sweetness, just like him.
It only took me three strokes to come in my boxers when I heard his groan as he was coming.
He received some head in the past, but turns out the dreaded ex didn’t like it, so he kinda let it go. Well, lucky for him, I love it!
If I knew all this before I started, I probably would have gone for some light teasing, but I was really fucking eager and wanted to show off my deep-throating skills.
Suffice to say, he came in under a minute and ruined my fun.
On round one, at least. It didn’t take long to catch our breaths and for Leon to roll me over and rut against me like he was in heat.
His body on me felt like a weighted blanket, making me feel instantly safe and loved.
The only downside was that I didn’t get my mouth on him again, but I’m starting with that next time I get him in my bed.
Right before I take him deep in my body again.
Hopefully he applies for a Visa to live there full-time.
I’m still in complete astonishment that he made me come hands-free on his first try.
Sure, I’ve always preferred bottoming and I came pretty close with a few guys, but I always needed that extra bit of…
more. Which always ended up in me grabbing my cock and stroking, even if for a few seconds.
Maybe it was all the care Leon was showing me or just feeling like I was finally complete.
Whatever it was, I want it again and again and again.
So all in all, a very happy but insanely short weekend. I swear I had weekends where I worked most of the hours I was awake and they still felt longer. He left on Sunday afternoon because apparently his babies needed watering and I’ve never in my life hated plants more.
I’m soaring high as I step into the office on Monday, feeling like nothing can ruin my day.
I’m counting down the two hours until I can see Leon for coffee.
He’s more addictive than crack at this point.
And I should know, seeing it was my parents’ drug of choice.
Not that they were super selective. Speaking of my parents, Leon kinda asked about them a few times.
He’s not really pushing, but I can see the cogs in motion every time I deflect.
I think he’s suspicious, but I’m going to avoid that shit until I’m blue in the face.
Leon can never know that part of me, the broken, sad, pathetic child who was looking forward to returning to his parents every time he was pulled from foster care. Fucking disgusting.
My smile slips from my face at the memories, but I rush to plant it back firmly on my face.
We’re not thinking about this today. All we’re thinking about is my sweet, sweet Leon that will never know any single detail of my past. Luckily, there’s not a person alive left who can tell him.
I push everything down like I normally do and take a deep breath.
I adjust my hair in the mirror, even though it’s already perfectly styled. Everything will be alright.
It doesn’t matter that I had shit luck so far, my job has been good for years now and I hit the motherfucking jackpot with Leon.
My lack of experience with relationships doesn’t even matter with him pulling the weight for both of us.
I’ve never met someone so naturally attentive and so in tune with my needs.
He anticipates any move I make and he’s just…
there. Either with kind words or a brush of his hand.
He just seems to know when I’m getting in my head and is at my side to kiss the bad thoughts away.
He’s the most emotionally intelligent person I have ever met and for the life of me, I can’t figure out how anyone can call him clueless.
I’m more convinced every day that his ex was really fucked-up for letting that man go.
I hate her with the fire of a hundred burning suns and I’ve never even laid eyes on her.
If I ever meet her in real life, we’re going to have strong words about what she’s put him through. No one messes with my unicorn.
Unfortunately, he can’t be with me full-time, even though I wish he was.
I’m absolutely pathetically smitten with him and it doesn’t even feel that bad.
So what? Once in my life, I’ll be that guy.
For him, I’ll be anything. When I’m filthy rich, I’ll invest in science to clone a tiny Leon so I can carry him in my pocket every day.
The smile is back on my face as I shake my head at my own silliness.
Leon is really rubbing off on me. Aaaand now I’m thinking about naked Leon rubbing on me and I need to jack off urgently.
Jesus, the things he does to me. He could roll his pants on his ankles and I would be instantly rock hard.
I’ve been reduced to a Victorian teenager.
And of course, who else should be there to see right through my internal glee than a certain pixie-devil straight when the door to the elevator opens wide.
I try to school my features, but it’s too late.
She’s seen it and she’s latching on to it like a fly on a pile of fresh dogshit.
“Look what the cat dragged in, or should I say, you look like the cat that got the cream.” She opens with and fuck me if that’s not accurate. I definitely did get the cream and sucked it down like it was my last meal.
“Oh, Macy, always here to ruin the fun bright and early.” I roll my eyes at her, but still give her a small smile.
“If anything, the fun is all mine this morning. Too early to say ‘I told you so?’, or should I wait until you grab a coffee? I’m nice like that.” She says as she smiles mischievously and I stop in my tracks.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, although I suspect I know where this is going.
“Well, with your face stuck into a permanent grin, while unnatural, it obviously tells me you had a very nice weekend. And if that wasn’t enough of a hint, your aura is glowing.”
“If I knew my aura was a natural devil repellent, I would’ve done something sooner.” I tell her, but she just ignores me.
“A birdie told me you went to a certain gala this Friday, so one could only imagine who you ended up spending time with.” She snickers at me.
“You really should stop snooping, Mace. It’s unbecoming of a young lady.” I hit back.
“Oh bite me, dickwad.” She snaps at me.
“Wow, we really need to get you down to HR for some sensitivity training. That’s really unprofessional. And not interested, thanks. You’re not my particular brand of… flavor.” I say and realize I’m enjoying this far too much.
She huffs at me, “I’ll take that thank you whenever you’re ready. If it wasn’t for my brilliant idea to send you to that dating thing, you would be your regular grumpy self.”
“I’ll make sure to get your statue erected very soon.” I say, but it has no bite. As much as I’m hating the gloating, I have no comeback.
“Good.” She says, missing the sarcasm. Or rather choosing to ignore it, as she starts walking in the opposite direction with a small sway of her hips. I’ve definitely lost the round, but I can’t let her get the last word in. This is me we’re talking about, damn it!
“Remember your smug face when it all comes crashing down and you have to pick up the pieces of your bright idea.” I yell back.