CHAPTER 25
Leo
His hand grips my waist as soon as we’re clear of the party, fingers tracing small circles as he guides me into the empty locker room, his eyes scanning to check that nobody has seen us sneak away.
I look around at the dark wooden stalls, gold lettering adorning the antique fixtures. I hear him shut the door behind us quietly and I take a breath. My body is already tingling in anticipation.
Before I know it, I’m back in his arms as he shoves me roughly and pins me against the closed door with his hard, muscular body, his big hands tightening their grip on my waist. As his mouth collides with mine, his thigh pushes between my legs.
I cry out softly and he pulls back, eyes locking on mine with concern.
‘Sorry . . .’
‘Sorry?’ I take his face in my hands. His eyes are so dark, intense. ‘Don’t say sorry. I like it.’
I breathe against his mouth before crudely tangling my tongue with his, simultaneously grinding on his hard thigh.
It feels so good, I do it again and his low groan hits me straight in my core.
I feel a rush of wetness between my legs.
This is irrational of me, so uncharacteristic. But I just can’t help myself.
He kisses me roughly, he can’t get enough and neither can I. We’re frantic, as if it’s been days rather than hours since we last did this.
The whole day we’ve been teasing, bringing each other to the edge before being interrupted. I can’t risk it again, as the ache between my legs grows, the need for him is almost unbearable.
‘George,’ I beg, ‘please touch me?’ He groans against my mouth.
‘Leo.’ He’s breathless. I’m making him breathless. It turns me on even more. ‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes. Please. I want you to feel how wet you’re making me . . .’ His gaze darkens, as his hands start pulling up my dress, skimming my inner thighs.
A knuckle grazes closer and closer. He hasn’t even touched me there yet, but it’s so sensitive that I cry out, ‘George!’
‘You’ll need to be quieter than that, Leo,’ he chuckles. ‘Only in here though.’ He moves his mouth to my ear, his hot breath teasing me. ‘You can scream my name as loud as you like later.’
I bite down on my lip as he drops to his knees, pushing my dress further up until it’s around my waist. I smile as I hear his sharp intake of breath.
‘Do you mean to tell me you’ve not been wearing underwear all night?’
He brings his other hand to his mouth, biting down as I shake my head, suppressing a grin.
‘Fuck, Leo. You’re so hot.’ He ducks his head under as the silk flutters down. ‘Look at this pretty pussy, so wet.’ He brushes a finger up and down, teasing, and I moan softly. ‘You’re fucking soaking. All for me?’
He has the filthiest mouth for someone who finds conversation difficult. It’s so unexpected, at odds with everything I thought I knew about him.
I love it.
His large hands move to my outer thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he brings his mouth closer, teasing me with kisses, everywhere but the pulsing bundle of nerves. I’m desperate for relief.
‘Yes. For you. Please, George,’ I whisper. ‘Please.’
‘Please what?’ He continues kissing my inner thighs, the soft mound, my hip bone, still avoiding the exact spot I need him. ‘Say it.’ His voice is deep, rough. ‘What do you need?’
I feel the blush heating my face as I get impossibly wetter. He lets out a low growl, his fingers toying with my entrance again, but never further.
‘Please, George, make me come,’ I exhale.
He nips at my thigh and my hips jerk forward uncontrollably. ‘How?’
‘George!’
‘Tell me how you want to come, Leo.’ He’s powerful, commanding. It’s so fucking hot.
‘I need you to touch me.’
‘Touch you?’
‘Yes.’
‘How?’
‘Your fingers, your tongue, your mouth, just, please.’ I look down at the tangle of curls between my legs and tug on them gently, he groans and it makes me shiver. ‘George, I need you.’
‘There you go. Good girl,’ he praises me, throwing my leg over his shoulder as his tongue finally finds my clit, licking me fully before flicking against it.
I throw a hand across my mouth to keep from moaning loudly, just as a throaty groan escapes his lips.
I feel the vibration against me and I’m so sensitive I have to stop myself again as he continues to lick me, slowly, taking his time.
The pressure builds within me already as he sucks gently and my hips buck again.
George Hampden is going down on me.
This is obscene. I’m having an out of body experience. Everything is focused, heightened on that one delicious spot between my thighs.
He pulls away to look up at me and I nearly come right then.
His dark waves are all messed up, one escaping to fall over his smoky eyes, sparkling in the darkness, full of lust. The little light we have catches on his full lips glistening with my wetness.
He’s so beautiful, the sharp planes of his face accentuated. It makes me shiver.
‘You taste so fucking good,’ he says quietly, one hand squeezing my arse and pushing me back to his mouth. ‘Can you come for me, Leo? Like this?’
I run my hands through his hair again, steadying myself. ‘Yes,’ I pant. ‘Don’t stop.’
I feel a long, thick finger play with my entrance, the tip sliding in once, twice, teasing me before he slowly pushes all the way, the sensation causing me to moan out loud.
‘Shh, gorgeous,’ I hear him mutter and he reaches up, placing one hand across my mouth, as the other remains lower, his finger slipping in and out, the rhythm the same as his tongue that’s still circling my clit. It’s so good. He’s so good.
I’m so close.
Thank god I’m still against the door or I might have collapsed by now. The blinding ache deep within builds and builds and I feel my inner walls beginning to clench.
‘That’s it,’ he murmurs, adding another finger.
‘Fuck, you’re tight,’ he chokes out. I feel full of him. ‘God, Leo . . .’ I squeeze my muscles around his finger and he moans. ‘You’re perfect. Fuck.’ He continues to pump in and out, faster now, stretching me as my thighs begin to tremble and his tongue returns to my clit.
‘George, I’m close, so close I, oh fuck, oh!
’ I’m shaking, my body entirely at his mercy as my orgasm nears its peak, desperate for release.
He crooks his fingers, brushing the most sensitive spot, and I erupt, fluttering around him as I come, my heart racing.
I grasp his hand on my mouth with my own, biting softly to stop from crying out, and he groans loudly as he continues to lick me through the last throes.
I have never come so hard in my life.
I feel absolutely boneless. Wrung out as my body continues to pulse, my heartbeat slowing.
He kisses me gently at the apex of my thighs, his hands moving down to give my arse one last squeeze before he gets to his feet, pulling my dress down and smoothing it over my hips.
He tenderly takes my face in his hands, grinning before kissing me, open mouthed, his hot tongue flicking against mine.
I taste myself on him and whimper, the lasting sensations of orgasm still lingering.
He lets out a long exhale. ‘Well, that . . . was fucking incredible.’
His hand drops to his bulging crotch, rearranging.
I manage to push away from the door and kiss him again, still breathless. ‘Thank you, George. That was . . .’ I puff out and he laughs.
‘As much as I want to keep kissing you, I can’t go out there, like this.’ He points to his crotch. ‘You might have to go out without me, it’s not going down with you still here.’
I laugh. ‘I don’t think I’ll be particularly good conversation if anyone tries to speak to me anyway, perhaps we could go home?’
Home? That’s new.
He pauses, then smiles. ‘Whatever you want, Leo. I know where I’d rather be.’
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Having left the locker room separately and saying swift goodbyes, we manage to avoid any photographers at the rear entrance as we duck into his car.
I blush when he smirks at me, eyes hot, reaching across to put my seatbelt on, purposefully brushing my nipples with his hand on the way. They instantly harden. He whispers in my ear as he gets close.
‘I thought watching you ride my face was hot, but now I can’t stop thinking about how you’ll feel when you come on my cock.’
My blush deepens.
Oh, this man . . .