Bailey - July 14th
Okay, so… let me take a deep breath. I need to write this down while it’s still fresh, even though my hands are literally shaking just thinking about it. Last night changed everything.
I’m not a virgin anymore.
God, it sounds so clinical and weird when I write it like that.
What happened between Leon and me wasn’t clinical in the least. It was so much better and more meaningful than anything I could have imagined.
Nothing like Chloe told me it would be… which I guess I should have realized since she lost hers to Max, who’s absolutely NOTHING like Leon.
Ever since our firefly date (and the most incredible orgasm of my life), there’s been this palpable tension between us.
It’s been so hard to hide how I feel from everyone else in the house, but we both agreed that we wanted to wait to tell Jasper and Damon.
To just enjoy each other without them butting into our lives for as long as we can.
And maybe it makes me messed up, but I still love the sneaking around. Knowing someone could find us making out by the pool or pressed up against the hallway wall. Leon even snuck into my bedroom the other night after Jas and Damon fell asleep.
All of this tension has been driving me insane. Not that we haven’t enjoyed each other, but I wanted him. All of him. I was done waiting.
Last night, the universe finally threw me a bone. But I didn’t realize it would turn out that way at first.
Mom and Dad went into the city for their anniversary. He surprised her with tickets to see a play and reservations at a fancy restaurant. It was so sweet to see her excitement, especially since work’s been kicking her ass all summer.
Damon and Jasper roped Leon into going to some party.
I could tell he really didn’t want to go, but I told him it was fine, that if he stayed they’d think it was weird.
Then he tried to get me to come with them, but there was no way.
Parties like the ones my brothers go to aren’t my scene.
Too loud, too crowded with obnoxious drunk people, and too much pressure to pretend I’m having fun when I’d rather be literally anywhere else.
Maybe if Leon and I were being honest about our relationship and we could hang out all night…
but even then, I’d still be uncomfortable.
Leon finally followed them out to Damon’s car, looking like a sad puppy, and I told myself I wasn’t going to mope around. That it was my choice to stay home, so I’d make the best of it.
I made a bowl of popcorn, found some cheesy romantic comedy on Netflix, and got comfy in bed.
My mind kept straying to thoughts of Leon though.
To how he visited me at work the other day, and we made out in the bathroom stall.
Or the way he touched me in the pool yesterday as the sun beat down on us.
My brothers were right in the front yard working on Damon’s car, and they could have come back there at any moment.
But that didn’t stop Leon from finger-fucking me until I bit down on his shoulder to keep from moaning.
I was getting myself too worked up. But I guess that was expected with the way my mind was wandering. I closed my eyes, not caring that my bedroom door was wide open since I had the house to myself, and slid my hand down the front of my shorts. God, I was already wet. It wouldn’t take long.
I thought of Leon’s voice. “Come for me, Firefly.” His nickname for me is so sweet, and the way he says it… I’ll never get enough.
His fingers are magic. He knows exactly how to touch me. I drew circles over my sensitive clit, my muscles tensing more and more with each pass. But I was too warm, too clothed. I needed so much more than just my own fingers.
I pulled the blanket down and let the cool air conditioning tickle my skin. Dipping my finger lower, I pictured what it would feel like to have Leon inside me. Stretching me. Filling me up.
I was so close. But then I heard a sound, like the floorboard creaking, and I yanked my hand away, snapping my legs closed.
“Don’t you dare stop, Firefly.”
“Leon,” I gasped. “What are you doing here?”
He walked into the room, the corner of his mouth turned up that smirk I’m obsessed with. “I thought you’d be happy to see me.”
I grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him. “Of course I am. I’m just surprised. What about the party? My brothers?”
He sat on the edge of my bed, running his hand along my thigh until goosebumps appeared. “They didn’t even notice when I left. I told them I had a headache.” His fingers traced higher. “I wanted to surprise you… and it looks like I interrupted something interesting.”
My face flamed. “I was thinking about you.”
“Good,” he said. “Because I’ve been thinking about you every second of the day.” His eyes traveled down from my flushed face to where my hand had been moments before. “I have an idea. Give me one second.”
He stood up to close the door, then stopped in front of my full length mirror that hung on the back of it. “What are you doing?”
“Trust me?”
“Always,” I answered.
He lifted it off the door and angled it at the foot of my bed. “Now you can show me,” he said softly. When I looked confused, he smiled. “Show me what you were doing before I walked in.”
“I-I don’t know,” I stammered. “I’m embarrassed.”
He crooked his finger and I scooted to the edge of the bed. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Firefly. You’re beautiful and sexy and you drive me wild. But I’ll never ask you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”
Then he pressed a kiss to my lips, soft and gentle. I exhaled, forcing myself to stop being such a chicken shit. This is Leon—he’d never hurt me or make me feel like anything other than a goddess.
“I want to,” I said.
He took his time undressing me, gliding his thumb over my nipples, kissing down the slope of my neck. By the time I was bare for him, I was so hot and wet, I didn’t care if the entire room was a mirror.
“Every single time I see you like this I’m in awe. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
He started to climb back on the bed, but I put a hand on his chest to stop him. “You too. This time, I want to see all of you.”
He swallowed hard, but lifted his hands up so I could take off his shirt. It never got old— seeing his muscled chest covered in ink, tight abs, that perfect V that disappeared into his jeans.
I traced along the lines of his tattoos, following the intricate patterns across his skin. He watched me with hooded eyes as I undid his belt buckle, my hands steadier than they’d been a few seconds before.
“You’re shaking,” he said. “Let me.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “It’s good shaking though. Excited shaking.”
“Oh yeah? I bet I can make you shake better than that.”
I lightly smacked his arm. “I know you can.”
He helped me with the rest of his clothes, and when he was finally as bare as I was, we just looked at each other, taking in every detail. Every hidden glance, every hurried touch, every minute of waiting and now I finally had him completely and openly.
I’d felt him through his pants before and knew he was large, but I don’t think I was fully prepared for just how big he actually was. Then I noticed the glints of metal along the underside of his shaft.
“Is that...” I started, my eyes widening.
“Piercings,” he said, his voice rougher now. “Do they bother you?”
I reached out tentatively, running my finger along one of them. He hissed in a breath from my touch. “No,” I whispered. “They’re... God, Leon.”
He climbed onto my bed and positioned himself against the headboard. “Come here, love.”
I crawled over to him and he lifted me easily, settling me between his legs with my back pressed against his chest, his hard cock pushing into the small of my back.
In the mirror, I could see both of us, so exposed and vulnerable, and immediately wanted to look away. “I look so...”
“Beautiful,” he finished, as his arms tightened around me. “You look absolutely beautiful.” He kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I want you to see what I see. Don’t look away.”
His warm hands skimmed along my sides and up my ribcage until I gasped. I watched our reflection as he caressed the curve of my breast, teased my nipples with gentle circles. It was strange and intimate and overwhelming all at once, but so damn good.
“Touch yourself,” he murmured against my neck. “Just like you were doing before I got here.”
My breathing turned ragged. “Leon...”
“I’ll help you,” he said softly, taking my hand in his. “Guide me. Show me what feels good.”
He already knew how to make me feel good, but this wasn’t about his knowledge of my body. This was about exploration. About showing me how much I affect him.
Slowly, he brought my hand down to rest between my legs, his fingers covering mine. “Like this?” he whispered, pressing my fingers against my clit through his touch.
I nodded, unable to speak clearly as I watched us in the mirror, his larger hand covering mine, both of us touching me together. It was so hot, I could barely breathe.
His voice dropped to a low growl as I dipped our fingers lower, spreading my wetness where I needed it. “That’s it, love. You like your fingers in your cunt?”
Oh God, his filthy mouth had me biting back a moan. “Yes…”
His eyes were focused on my face, watching every expression in the mirror, memorizing every gasp.
He gripped my thigh with his free hand while our joined fingers worked between my legs.
The way we looked, me spread wide, him focused on helping me come, it was too good.
I felt myself spiraling closer and closer.
“Look at how perfect you are,” he murmured. I felt his cock jerk along my back, and oh God, I wanted him inside me. “Keep going. Don’t stop until you’re shaking.”