CHAPTER 35
Leo
Arms braced either side of my head, I part my legs as he settles between my thighs, hard and hot.
My senses are totally overwhelmed by this beautiful man above me, but I focus my gaze on his stormy eyes, serious now, heated.
His muscles ripple, abs flexing as he guides his cock to my entrance, still so wet.
I can’t help but take his face in my hands, kissing him gently as he pushes into me, slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to the new position.
He rises up on his knees, still wedged inside me as his hands move to my hips, steadying himself.
He looks down, watching himself fuck me slowly.
It’s such a turn-on, I feel a jolt of pleasure hit my core, already pulsing.
‘You’re so soft, Leo, so fucking tight,’ he groans.
‘We look –’ I squeeze my muscles around him, bringing him in deeper – ‘so fucking good together,’ he chokes out and, once again, I can’t believe I get to see him like this.
Out of control, raw. He’s obscene in his beauty. I want him totally unleashed.
‘You don’t have to be gentle with me, George.
’ I lean up to nip his shoulder before lying back, cupping my breasts as he keeps a steady rhythm.
His fingers join mine, a soft pinch to my nipple before covering my breast with his calloused palm.
‘I want you to feel as good as I do—’ He pushes deeper and I gasp, ‘Fuck me however you want.’
‘I already feel good,’ he groans. ‘You make me so fucking hard, Leo.’ He pulls out fully and I suddenly feel empty until he plunges straight to the hilt, and I cry out as he does too.
‘Fuck.’ His hips snap back and he slides in again, pulling me forward to meet him.
‘You know you’re a fucking dream.’ He continues to pump in and out, hard, his fingers gripping my hips so firmly it should be painful. But I love it.
‘The tightest pussy, so wet for me. For me to fuck. For me to fill.’ He releases one hand, taking my fingers in his.
He kisses my hand and the tenderness warms my body, at odds with the way he’s taking me, rough and hard.
I feel so connected to him, beyond our physical joining.
His words, so delicious from that gorgeous, dirty mouth, make me feel like a goddess.
I feel sexy, wanted. Not just now, but the way he can’t keep his hands off me all day.
The way he stood up for me. I need more of him.
‘George, I need you closer,’ I pant. ‘More!’ Pressure builds at my core from the intensity as he changes the angle, pushing my knee up to plunge deeper still. I moan loudly. ‘Yes. There. Fuck!’
‘I’m close, Leo.’ I look up at him properly, taking him all in, and I almost come from the look on his face.
It’s drawn taut, his jaw clenched, cheekbones sharp, teeth biting on his full lip.
Sweat is beading his forehead, his powerful shoulders tense.
I move my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he continues to pump hard, his rhythm slightly erratic now.
His voice is low, almost strained as he kisses me. ‘I want you to come with me, baby. Please.’
God, his voice. Baby.
I’m a goner.
I move one hand between us, rubbing the aching bundle of nerves, desperate to relieve the pressure.
‘I’m close, George. Just keep doing that.’ Everything is so heightened, feels too good, too sensitive.
‘Yes, Leo, come on, come on my cock.’ We both moan. ‘You feel so fucking good.’ He starts to tremble, choking out, ‘Leo, I’m close, I’m going to . . . I’m—’ He comes with my name on his lips.
‘Leo! Fuck!’ I feel him pulse as he groans loudly, shooting inside me, hot and wet. It’s all I need, and I come too, crying out as I squeeze him tight.
We’re panting as the last of our orgasms subside, but the ache within me remains, deliciously sore, and I shudder in his arms as he falls on top of me, still inside, his lips finding my neck.
He’s quiet, his hot, sharp breaths tickling me as he places soft kisses under my ear.
I can’t help but giggle, hypersensitive after such intense pleasure, and he lifts out of me, smiling, flopping by my side on the bed.
I feel empty for all of a second before he pulls me into him, my cheek on his chest.
I go to clean up quickly, before sliding right back into position.
‘I can’t even fucking speak, Leo,’ George exhales before tipping my chin up to him, kissing me, long, hard. ‘You’ve destroyed me.’
I just smile, giggling some more. Euphoric.
‘I hope I haven’t,’ I tease. ‘I’d quite like you to do well tomorrow.’
He laughs, groaning slightly. ‘I couldn’t give a fuck right now.’ He kisses me again. ‘But as you’ll only sleep with highly ranked players . . .’ I hit his arm and grimace as he grins.
A pang of anxiety shoots through me, but I know I’m overthinking. I want him to know though.
‘You know I’ve never done this before.’
‘Sex?’ He raises an eyebrow. ‘You can’t tell, you’re fucking incredible.’ He exhales, hiding a grin.
‘No, you idiot.’ I hit his arm again. ‘Slept with a member!’ I gnaw on my lip.
‘I just need you to know that this is very unlike me. I’m very professional, I don’t even flirt with them like some of the team do, I’m never reckless.
I don’t even do one-night stands really, not that you’re a one-night stand. ’
He gently presses his thumb to my lip, stopping me mid-flow.
‘Leo. One, I’m not a member, not really. I would never ask you to do anything for me, unless you wanted to. And I couldn’t give a fuck about anyone at Mayfair Lifestyle, unless it helps you. Two, as you’ve said, this isn’t just a one-night stand.’
He kisses my forehead softly, his voice hoarse. ‘I’ll keep saying it until you believe me. I really like you, Leo.’ His mouth finds mine in the dark and we kiss, softly, lazily, the connection building almost tangibly between us. ‘Really fucking like you.’
My heart pangs and I snuggle into his chest, my hands stroking his soft hair. I hear his breathing slow, finding my own eyes closing, and I think I whisper, ‘I think I’m falling for you, George.’
But it could all be a dream. It feels like it.