twenty-four #4
Leo rambles, and I nod in confirmation, even though I don't know what an exhibition kink is.
“Say it, Princess. Tell me you liked it.”
“I liked it.” My confirmation is barely a whisper. Leo groans, his fist moving faster. He swipes the bead of precum from the slit to help with the glide. The sight holds me in a tight grip of pure fascination, my hands twitching with the empty urge to guide him through it.
“I knew it. You’re probably so fucking kinky and don’t even know it because you never allowed yourself to be. Fuck, Callisto. What if they come back in now? The door’s unlocked. They could come back in and watch me paint your beautiful fucking face with my come. Would you like that?
Would you like to show them my art?”
Leo asks, the words coming out choppy between his pants.
“Yes. I’d love that. Show them what you did to me.”
I’m getting caught up in Leo's words, in the fantasy he paints.
The idea of Nico finding me in a compromising position should scare me, but I kind of want it.
Nico would be so shocked, this version of me not aligning with the person I have projected to the world.
I love that idea, though. Having this secret.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I met you. You talk about art, but nothing could compare to your face painted with my cum. Fuck Callisto, you’re gonna look so pretty. Perfect. My princess getting so dirty for me. Yeah. It’s gonna drip down those fuckable lips of yours,
and you’ll lick it off because you just want a little taste. Fuck,” Leo rambles, and I am so turned on I’m surprised I’m not hard again.
Holy shit, I didn’t realize he could talk this dirty.
It is so hot, I can’t stop myself from moaning.
“Per favore. Paint my face, Leone. Fuck. Need it. Wanna be art.”
Everything in me screams for Leo to come.
I want to feel it on my face. I want to finally taste him.
I am like a man possessed. This whole thing is completely outside of anything I ever knew I wanted, but I don't question it.
I am tired of questioning it, I want to be in the moment.
I want to feel cum on my face for the first time.
“Gonna,” Leo chokes out. I close my eyes when the first jet of hot cum hits my face.
It falls on my cheek, missing my eye by mere centimeters.
The second stream lands on my jaw, then the third ends up streaking across my lips.
I can’t stop my tongue from licking the substance up, the salty taste making me moan.
I should be disgusted with myself. I crack my eyes open to find Leo looking down at me in awe, his expression full of lust even though he just came.
“Art,” Leo says a moment later, leaning down to kiss my cum stained lips.
“Stay here. I’m gonna go get a washcloth.”
Leo slowly gets up, standing on wobbling legs.
He goes into the bathroom, returning a moment later.
I stay perfectly still as he gently cleans me up, tossing the cloth back into the bathroom once he’s finished.
“As much as I hate for this morning to end, Daron is probably downstairs, wondering if you’ve killed me,” Leo jokes, breaking the moment.
I laugh, nodding. He stands up again, going to his dresser to grab some clothes.
He throws some clean clothes at me. I thank him before slowly putting them on, still sore from all of our activities.
We’re quiet as we leave the room, going downstairs to find Daron and Nico in the kitchen, talking.
“There you are. I thought Callisto had found a way to kill you,” Daron jokes as soon as he sees us.
Leo laughs loudly, looking at me as if saying ‘see I told you’.
I bite back my own smile, rolling my eyes. “Peadar wants to see you.”
“Yeah, I know. I heard you the first time. I guess I better get this over with,” Leo says, but I can tell he dreads it.
He leans toward me for a moment, as if he’s about to kiss me goodbye but stops himself.
I tell myself I’m not upset. I know, logically, that this will not last.
I will be back to my own life sooner rather than later.
That may even be what Peadar wants to meet with Leo about.
Hope should fill my system at that thought, but it doesn't. Dread, however, is very present.
“I’ll hold down the fort,” Daron responds, saluting to Leo in a mocking way. Leo ignores Daron, waving to me and Nico as he shoves his feet into his shoes, leaving a few moments later. I try not to worry about him, but I have a feeling of dread that’s gnawing at my gut.
Once Daron leaves the room to turn on the TV, Nico rounds on me, “Who are you and what have you done with Callisto?” he asks, and I freeze for a split second, trying to decide what I want to say to Nico.
I decide to go with the truth. I tell him about what had occurred since I last saw him. I skim over some of the more personal or intimate details. Nico nods, eyes wide with the overload of information, but he doesn’t say much as he waits for me to finish.
“Are you falling for him?” Nico asks after a few moments. The breath leaves my lungs at the question because I’ve been trying not to think about it. I don't want to, but I know I have to. I have to entertain the thought, even if it makes me feel uncomfortable.
“I don’t know,” I answer truthfully, biting my lip.