16. Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
Juliet
T he moment Leo’s lips touch mine, reality fades away.
It’s just me, him, and the desire that I’ve tried to bury deep for years now. There’s no hiding it now.
Not with our lips pressed together. Not with my arms around his neck or his fingers sliding into my hair.
Leo curls his fingers around the long strands, coaxing my head to tilt so that he can kiss my neck. His free hand moves to the small of my back, pulling me closer.
“On my lap.”
He doesn’t have to tell me again.
I grab his shoulders and straddle him, gasping into his mouth at the slightest sensation of friction between my thighs. I can’t even remember how long it has been since I’ve been with someone, but I’m certain it wasn’t as good as I’ve experienced with Leo.
He knew my body like it was his job to know. Every sensitive spot. Every place that made me laugh because it tickled.
Does he still remember to this day?
Leo tugs my sweater off me, lightly groaning at the sight of me braless. “You’re killing me, Juju. You’re so damn gorgeous.”
Before bashfulness can consume me, his mouth finds my right nipple, sucking firmly.
I press my hand over my mouth, trying to silence my moans as he squeezes my other breast with his hand. My hips start moving on their own accord, my desperation for friction intensifying as I get a taste of the pleasure to come.
I throb between my thighs, my skin warming as his mouth and hands roam over me. “I need more.”
“What do you need?” Leo asks me before leaning close to circle the tip of his tongue around the other nipple .
My brain stops working for a second, my eyes fluttering shut. His mouth still feels incredible, and I’ve only removed my shirt. We’re just getting started.
“Everything,” I say. “I’ve missed everything.”
Leo breathes in deeply before grabbing the back of my thighs and standing from the couch. He walks me over to the rug in front of the fireplace and lays me down, the heat of the fire rolling over us.
“This will help you stay warm,” he tells me as he slips his fingers under the waist of my leggings and panties. “Because these all need to go.”
I lift my hips so that he can pull them off, leaving me bare on the rug below him. Goosebumps cover my arms, and my nipples harden even more as he peers down at me in silence.
“What?”
“I bought some really nice art pieces to hang up in my penthouse, but they don’t hold a candle to you, baby,” Leo says, sliding one hand down my abdomen. “You look so fucking perfect. ”
My back automatically arches as his hand moves lower, my thighs parting for him.
“Fuck,” Leo breathes out when his fingertips glide over my center, feeling how wet I am. He slides his fingers into his mouth, tasting me. “I missed that.”
Heat blooms low in my stomach as I watch him. “Take off your clothes. I want to see you too.”
Leo nods and tugs off his t-shirt, letting it drop to the side. The firelight illuminates every perfect dip and curve of his muscular torso. He definitely didn’t let himself go when he moved to the city.
“Now, you’re staring.”
“You just look…wow.”
I nearly face-palm for my lack of proper communication, but that’s the only word that I can think of right now that encapsulates how good he looks.
The corner of his mouth turns up. He lowers his hand between my thighs again, his fingertips circling my clit.
“I’m dying to bury my cock in you, but I want to savor this. ”
My hips lift toward his hand, a faint whimper trembling on my lips. He could just do that and bring me to orgasm with ease.
“Please…”
Leo leans down and kisses my lower stomach. “I don’t think you want me to rush things, Juju. You’ll miss out on some of the best parts.”
Before I can question him about what those parts are, he lowers himself to his stomach, his head disappearing between my thighs. The moment his tongue grazes my clit, my back nearly comes off the floor.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe out as I tangle my fingers in his hair, waves of bliss rocking through me with each patient stroke of his tongue.
Leo grips my thighs, pulling them farther apart so that he can drag his tongue from my entrance back up to my clit. Over and over. He devours me like he’s been starving for years.
In a way, I guess he has .
I writhe beneath him, breathing heavier as I already edge closer and closer to orgasm. I can feel the pressure building low in my stomach. I can feel the tingling beneath my skin.
“Leo…”
Leo drags his tongue back up to my clit, one of his fingers sinking inside of me and curling deep.
The added pressure makes my eyes flutter shut. It’s the perfect combination with the friction of his tongue.
I pull on his hair as he works his fingers in and out at the same rhythm of his tongue strokes. He’s perfectly in sync with me, and my first orgasm hits me so hard and fast that it steals the air from my lungs.
I can’t even get a word out. All I can do is tremble through the intense jolts of pleasure until they fade into warm tingles.
Leo lifts his head, leaving the inside of my thighs slick. He licks his lips, satisfied and pleased. “Thought you would last a little longer.”
His tease makes me roll my eyes, my cheeks heating up. “It’s been a while. ”
“You can say no one does that better than me. I’ll keep your secret,” Leo replies as he sits back on his knees, his erection straining against the front of his sweatpants.
I already want more. It has been years since I’ve seen him, and I’m pretty sure he’s somehow bigger now. Even just from looking at the bulge in his sweatpants.
I slowly sit up, my eyes remaining on him like I’m entranced.
Leo quickly catches on, a smirk crossing his lips. “You still need more, huh? You always were insatiable.”
For him.
The guys I was with after him either barely gave me what I needed or didn’t at all, leaving me disappointed and unsatisfied. He never did that to me.
Before I can touch him, he grabs my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist. “I want to finish that memory before we were interrupted. You’re going to ride me.”
His confident words nearly dizzy me. Does he know how sexy he sounds when he says stuff like that? In that tone?
I nod .
He clicks his tongue at me. “You know I love hearing your voice, Juju. Tell me how you feel about that.”
I should be irritated by how demanding he sounds but it turns me on too much.
“I want to ride you. So bad,” I assure him. “I need to.”
He smiles, looking satisfied. “I’ll have to stop if you can’t stay quiet. Remember that.”
I glance toward the doorway of the living room, only seeing darkness out in the foyer where the base of the stairs is located. We really need to be careful.
We were crafty back in the day, knowing exactly what rooms to sneak off to and when to avoid getting caught. We’re pretty much out in the open here. Frank might not be able to make his way down the steps, but he’s not deaf.
Leo takes off the rest of his clothes and lays down next to me.
I don’t hesitate to straddle him, my hand finding his cock to guide it between my thighs. Our eyes lock as I sink down on him, a shaky exhale breaking from me. It’s definitely been a long time .
Leo rubs my hips in a comforting manner as I adjust to him. “Okay?”
I nod and slowly start moving on top of him, getting more and more accustomed to how much he fills me. The pleasure creeps in past the discomfort before taking hold of me.
“Oh…”
Leo rests his hands on my thighs as he watches me ride him, his eyes darkening. “There you go. Fuck, this feels so good.”
It feels incredible.
I place my hands on his chest, leaning forward a little more to switch the angle. Both of us moan in response before I slap my hand over my mouth.
Leo grabs my hips, stopping my movements. “Remember what I said.”
“You made noise too!” I whisper to him.
A wry grin crosses his face. “I’m exempt.”
My eyes narrow. “ Cheater.”
“You have to follow the rules,” he replies, cocking his head at me in a way that frustrates me and works me up at the same time.
Only he can get away with that.
I shake my head, releasing my pride because I want to keep going so badly. Just having him inside of me builds up the pleasure, but I need more to get me past the finish line.
He knows that.
His hands move to the frame of my face, drawing me down until our lips almost touch. “I want you to ride my cock until you fall apart. Until you can’t take it anymore. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say, eagerness filling my voice.
He pulls me down the rest of the way to kiss me, one hand moving to rest on my ass as I start riding him again.
I curl my fingers in his hair, my other hand gripping his shoulder for support. My breathing quickens from the exertion, but I don’t dare stop. I’m almost there, teetering on the edge.
“That’s it,” he groans against my lips. “Keep going. You know when you can stop. ”
My nails scrape his shoulder as I take him deeper and harder, working myself up to my peak. My orgasm consumes me, making every muscle in my body tense with pleasure.
“Yes, good girl,” he praises me, watching me fall apart on top of him until I feel like I’m floating. “Fuck, baby. I’m close.”
I break our kiss and crawl down his body, my lips sliding over the head of his cock. My fingers grip the base, only having to stroke him a few times to push him over the edge.
Leo breathes heavily, pushing my hair out of the way as I take every drop. “Holy shit.”
I lift my head and wipe the corners of my mouth with my thumb, my mind spinning from everything that just happened. Everything that we just did together.
Holy shit is right. Actually, I think it’s a massive understatement.
I sit back on my knees and breathe in slowly, the blissful haze fading away until I’m left with reality. I just had sex with my ex-boyfriend. The father of my child who still doesn’t know the truth. Whose father I’m taking care of in his last days.
What the hell was I thinking?
He’s going to leave soon? Getting attached to him is asking for heartbreak, and I can’t bear that kind of pain all over again.
“Juju?”
His voice pulls me out of my own head, but it doesn’t calm me. It just makes me more anxious.
I get to my feet and swipe my clothes off the floor to quickly throw them on.
Leo frowns and stands. He takes my arm to stop me. “Talk to me.”
I shake my head and draw away from him. “We shouldn’t have done that. That can’t happen again.”
“Let’s just talk,” he says as he steps closer.
I move away, tugging on my shirt and avoiding his gaze. “No, we don’t need to talk about it. We need to forget about it.”
Leo doesn’t respond, but his disappointment rolls off him in waves. It’s impossible to ignore, but I don’t let it stop me from hurrying out of the room and closing myself into one of the guest bedrooms.
I crossed the line tonight, and I can’t do it again.
Not unless I want to pay the consequences of getting close to Leo Galloway.