21. Leo
Chapter twenty-one
Leo
Ibarely got the door shut before she was on me.
Or maybe I was on her. Honestly, at this point, it didn’t matter.
Cherise was flushed from the mimosas, and we were laughing. Her dress crooked on one shoulder. Her lip gloss mostly gone. Her eyes… Jesus, those beautiful brown eyes were locked on me like I was her next meal.
“You’ve been eye fucking me since the pancakes,” I mumbled against her lips.
She smirked. “And you’ve been pretending you’re not into it.”
Game over.
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to me, kissing her like I was starved for it… because fuck I was. I’d spent the entire brunch trying not to imagine what she’d taste like after syrup, and I didn’t have to wonder anymore.
She moaned into my mouth, hands slipped under my shirt, nails dragged down my back.
“Shower?” she gasped as I backed her toward the bathroom.
“I already took one this morning.”
“Leo… read the room. I want you to fuck me in the shower.”
I laughed. I loved messing with her. “I’m joking. Message received.”
We stripped between kisses, clumsy from the mimosas, and rushed. We couldn’t get to bare skin fast enough. She stepped into the glass shower first, her laugh echoing off the tile when she turned back to look over her shoulder.
“Coming or what?”
Oh, hell fucking yea I was. Every pun intended.
I stepped in behind her, and the second the hot water hit my chest, I reached for her again. She was breathtaking, and standing there, temptation etched in her glare.
“You’re drunk,” I murmured, backing her into the wall.
“I’m fun,” she corrected, voice breathy. “And I want you.”
Yea. I was officially gone.
My hand slid between her thighs, and she groaned, grabbing my wrist.
“Leo,” she whispered, lifting one leg. “I believe you said you were hungry.”
I grinned and leaned down to kiss her neck. “Starving.” I corrected. “Now it’s time to claim my meal.”
I bent down low, letting my mouth trail over her skin, slow and steady as if I had all the time in the world, even though my dick was already throbbing and I could tell she was right there.
“Shit,” she panted, arching into me when I nipped her inner thigh.
I decided to take her by total surprise when I hoisted her thighs over my shoulder and stood lifting her into the air, both hands on her ass, her legs straddled over my shoulders, back pinned against the wall.
She gasped. Her hands scrambled at my shoulders, then my head, grabbing hold like her life depended on it. She was breathing hard, eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide.
“I am too drunk for this, Leo!” she yelled.
I laughed, squinting through hand slaps to the face. “Just relax and take it. Enjoy it. I got you.”
I could feel her body slowly relax.
“You trust me?”
“All I know is you better not fucking drop me, Leo!”
“Yes, ma'am. Now excuse me while I take care of my brunch dessert.”
Her squeal quickly melted into a moan.
I adjusted my grip and got into position. Water poured over us, but all I could taste was her.
I buried my face between her thighs. She cursed, hips jerking when I flattened my tongue and dragged it low and deep.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered, legs trembling over my shoulders. “Leo—fuck—”
I slid my arms under her thighs, locking her in place. Her fingers locked onto my head. Her nails dug into my scalp as her body bowed over me in pleasure.
“Hold on,” I growled into her, lips slick with her arousal. “You’re not going anywhere.”
I licked her again, this time slow and firm, curling my tongue slowly just the way I knew would wreck her over and over again. Her cries echoed as she shook above me, legs tensing, hips trying to grind harder into my mouth.
“Shit—Leo—I’m—”
You think that stopped me. Hell no.
She shattered with a scream, thighs clamping around my head, her release hitting my tongue—my sweet reward. I took all of it, greedy, obsessed, letting her ride it out until she slumped boneless against the tile wall.
When I finally pulled back, my face was drenched with water, cum, sweat, and she looked completely done.
“Okay, you can put me down now,” she whispered, blinking out of her high.
I did. Slowly.
Then I flipped her around.
Her hands braced against the tile instinctively, ass arched, chest heaving. I stepped up behind her and kicked her legs apart like a cop ready to frisk. Then I dragged the tip of my hard length along her soaked center.
She whimpered. “Leo…”
“You want it?” I asked, lining up and teasing her slit.
“Fuck yes.”
I leaned over and whispered into the shell of her ear. “Ask nicely.”
“Fuck yes…. Please.” She chuckled, trying to stay in character and failing miserably.
But that, please, undid me anyway.
I slid into her in one long, slow thrust, both of us groaning at the stretch. One hand gripped her hip, the other slid up, curling around her neck with just enough pressure to let her know that I was in charge now.
She gasped.
“You good?” I murmured in her ear.
“So good,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”
I smirked. “I knew you’d like that kinky shit.”
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I don’t… hate it.”
I started to move—deep, steady strokes that made her body rock forward. My fingers stayed at her throat, anchoring her there. Claiming her. Her hips pushed back, desperate for more.
“Fuck,” I growled, bending over to kiss her shoulder. “You like being mine?”
“Mm-hmm,” she moaned, biting her lip. “All yours.”
I removed my hand from her neck and fisted her hair as I picked up the pace, slamming into her in wet, rhythmic claps. Her body was pure fire, gripping me tight, meeting every thrust as if we were in competition on who could wreck the other person first.
“Cum for me,” I whispered, as I fisted her hair a little tighter. “Let me feel you lose it.”
With a cry, her whole body tensed and trembled, pussy clenching around me so hard I cursed out loud and lost it, spilling inside her with a groan that shook my damn soul.
We stood there after, both panting, water cascading down our bodies.
Eventually, I eased out of her, pulling her close, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck where my hand had been.
She was dazed and glowing. “Damn… where the hell did that come from?”
I laughed. “Blame it on the alcohol.”
“If some mimosas did all that, what will the wine tasting awaken?”
“I guess you're just going to have to wait to find out.”
The water was still warm, beating down our backs, steam curling around us. I reached for a fresh washcloth and lathered it up with slow circles of soap, watching her eyes flutter closed as she leaned against the wall, spent.
Her skin was slick with water and satisfaction.
“Let me get you cleaned up.”
I started at her shoulders, dragging the cloth gently over her arms. I motioned for her to turn around as I ran the cloth across her back, down the curve, careful as if she was something sacred I’d been trusted to handle.
“You still good?” I asked, my throat thick from everything we just did.
She turned back to face me, lips parted, a little breathless. “Better than good.”
I kissed the hollow beneath her jaw, washcloth forgotten in one hand, my other smoothing over her body to revel in the feel of her. To memorize what she felt like so when this was over, when we had to go our separate ways, she would already be embedded into my memory.
“You don’t know what you're doing to me,” she whispered.
I pressed my forehead to hers. “I’m sure it doesn’t even come close to what you’ve done to me for years.”
The rag moved again, between her thighs this time, slow and careful. She twitched, a soft gasp slipping out, her fingers sliding down my bicep.
“Leo…” she warned, more plea than protest.
“I’m just cleaning you up,” I said lips brushing her collarbone. “Unless you want me to do it with my tongue.”
“Behave,” she murmured, but her hips told a different story.
I chuckled, dropping the rag and sliding both arms around her waist, pulling her in until our bodies lined up again.
“Can’t promise that,” I said, kissing her shoulder, then the curve of her breast, then lower to where I really wanted to be. “Especially when you keep looking at me like that.”
I was seconds from round two. My dick pumped back up and ready to go 12 rounds. I’d happily spend the rest of the day in this shower if it meant touching her like this.
She grabbed my chin, stopping me in my tracks, and pulled me back up.
She bit her lip, eyes flicking to my dick, then back up at me, desperately trying to pretend she didn’t want to continue this.
“As much as I’d love to drag this out,” she said, breathy, “we were already late to bru—”
I cut her off with a kiss, pressing my lips to hers as my hand slid down her back, cupping her ass with a firm squeeze.
“Leo,” she moaned into my mouth, “we are going to be late again if we don’t get ready now.”
I released a long breath. “Just one more quicky?” I pouted, trailing kisses down her throat as I dragged my hard dick against her stomach, then down to her swollen clit.
She closed her eyes and moaned. “Leo, nothing about you is…quick.”
I grinned. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I said, sliding my shaft back and forth over her pussy.
“Leo, please.”
“Then tell me to stop,” I challenged against her lips.
“You’re not playing fair,” she said with a smirk.
“I play desperate, there’s a difference,” I spat her words back at her. I dragged my hand down, then dipped it back inside of her.
Her head fell back against the tile, lips parted on a gasp.
With that, I hoisted her up again, her legs locking tight around my waist. As if she couldn’t bear to let me go. As if she wanted me here. Not my brother…Me.
Fuck I wanted to believe that.
That a woman like Cherise could want someone like me. A guy nowhere near her league who fixed leaks and counted spare change for dog food. A guy who still wondered if he was ever going to be anyone’s first choice, if he was worth loving.
I drove into her with everything I had to shove down the doubts, the years of not feeling enough. To quiet the voice in my head that kept whispering she’d come to her senses. That we’d leave this trip, and she’d be laughing at the idea that she ever let me touch her like this.
Derrick always held the spotlight, and I held the wrench. He got everything I ever wanted.
He got Cherise.
And I stood back in the shadows as I always did.
Well.. not anymore.
Cherise is here. In my arms. Her gorgeous body straddled around me.
Not Derrick.
And I intend to give her everything. My body, my mouth, my soul.
I was going to fuck her so good she’d forget I even had a twin brother. Even if it was only for this week.
Even if it would break me completely to let her go.
But right now wasn’t the time to think about leaving her.
I slowly eased myself deeper inside her, and she moaned something broken and beautiful, and the sound cracked my chest wide open.
Right now, she was wet.
Right now, she was perfect.
Right now, she was mine.