45. Lucy
Lucy
Iwake up, my back pressed against something warm and hard.
I catch myself smiling even before I open my eyes. I’m so cozy and comfortable. I haven’t woken up feeling this content in…I can’t even remember the last time.
I shift, and I feel that warm, hard thing against my hip too. It is deliciously heavy.
And then, a second later, my sleepy brain catches up. It’s Leo.
My eyes fly open. We fell asleep together?
Memories from the night before pop up in my groggy brain. All those Jell-O shots I had. How I made Leo carry me up the stairs to his bedroom.
How, after he took my shoes off and tucked me into bed, I grabbed his arm and pulled him into bed with me.
How I begged him to stay and cuddle with me.
I turn my face into my pillow and groan softly, mortified at how I acted when I was drunk. He must think I’m a creep.
Behind me, he starts to stir. Shoot. I didn’t mean to wake him up.
He yawns, and the sound is so low and rough that I shiver.
“Sorry,” I whisper. “Did I wake you?”
“It’s okay,” he says, his voice groggy with sleep. I close my eyes and try not to groan at how sexy he sounds first thing in the morning. I bet he looks hot as hell too, hair all messy, cheeks covered in dark stubble.
I clear my throat, working up the nerve to apologize for how I acted last night, but then I feel it. Something hard against my ass.
“Oh…” I say. “Are you…”
Leo clears his throat and slowly backs away from me. “Sorry,” he mutters, like he’s embarrassed. I’m not facing him, so I can’t see him, but I bet his cheeks are flushed.
He clears his throat. “It’s morning, and sometimes I…I mean, I—”
“It’s okay,” I say. My breathing kicks up.
Leo’s hard dick was pressed up against my ass, and I liked it. A lot. I don’t want him to apologize for it. I hate the thought of him feeling embarrassed about it.
I turn around so I’m facing him. My breath lodges in my throat. Just like I suspected. He is dangerously handsome when he wakes up.
There’s a shy look in his eyes, and the edge of his jaw bulges.
“Don’t apologize,” I say. Then I look down between his legs, at the impressive bulge in front of the shorts he’s wearing. I gasp softly. If that’s how big he is with clothes on, then he must be massive.
I hold his gaze. “I liked it.”
His brow lifts. “Liked what?”
“Feeling you against my ass. Feeling how hard you are.”
I hold my breath, my nerves firing off inside of me. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be telling Leo that I love feeling how hard he is for me. We’re friends. Friends don’t do this. Friends don’t cross that line.
But in this moment, all those reminders I’ve been telling myself about why we need to be friends and nothing more fade away. I don’t care about any of them.
I want Leo. I want him so bad, and I’m tired of fighting it.
I slide closer to him and cup my hands over his face. “I want you, Leo.” I swallow. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” he says, his voice low and raspy.
The way he answers me instantly without hesitation sends a hopeful feeling blooming through my chest.
He closes his eyes, his throat bobbing as he swallows. “Lucy.” My name is rough and gritty in his morning voice. He opens his eyes and pins me with an intensity I’ve never seen before. “If we cross this line, there’s no going back.”
“I know. But I want to. Do you?”
He rests his hand on my waist. “I’m sick of fighting this, Luce.”
“Fighting what?”
“My feelings for you. The things I want to do to you…” He rakes his gaze down my chest, pausing on my breasts. “They’re pretty fucking filthy.”
My breath catches. “I want to do filthy things to you too.”
The look in his eyes darkens. “I’m bossy in bed. I like giving orders. I like teasing. I like making you beg. You sure you want that, baby?”
I nod, my pussy aching in anticipation. “Yes. I want that. All of that.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “If we do this, things are gonna change between us. We’re not gonna be just friends anymore. You’re okay with that?”
I nod, need coursing through my body. “Yes.”
Whatever we are, whatever we’re about to be, I’m so ready for it.
His grip on my waist tightens. “Take your clothes off,” he growls.
I gasp softly at the bossy rumble of his voice. This is really happening.
I sit up, slowly pull off my top, and toss it over the edge of the bed. I unbutton my shorts and slide them off, along with my socks.
I’m on my knees next to Leo, wearing just a white bra and panties.
His hungry gaze glides along my body. My breath catches.
“Take it all off,” he orders.
My inner thigh muscles quiver at the command in his tone. I really, really like bossy-in-bed Leo.
I unhook my bra, toss it aside, then slide off my panties. I catch him staring at the soaked fabric. He takes them out of my hand and slides them into the pocket of his shorts.
“These are mine now.”
My mouth parts open and I make a breathless, surprised sound. He moves closer to me and runs his gaze slowly over my body. His jaw bulges, and he looks away for a second, shaking his head like he’s pissed.
“Jesus, Luce,” he mutters before turning back to look at my face. He reaches up and gently tucks my hair behind my ear. “You’re fucking perfect.”
A giddy feeling glides through my chest. This hot, sweet, dreamboat of a man thinks I’m perfect?
The look in his eyes is dazed as he stares between my legs. He licks his lips. “Touch yourself.”
My mouth parts open. “W-what?”
His eyes cut to my face. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”
My breath stutters out. My skin flushes hot.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I’ve never done that before. I’ve never…touched myself…in front of anyone before.”
That sharp, hazy look in his eyes softens. “If you don’t want to do this, that’s okay. But I want you to know that it’s one of my biggest turn-ons, watching a woman play with herself. And the thought of watching you play with your pussy is my biggest fantasy.”
That nervous feeling starts to fade. He wants this. He wants to watch me. So bad.
“How do you want me?”
Gently, he grabs me by the waist and moves me so I’m sitting on my ass with my back against the headboard.
He moves so he’s lying on his stomach in front of me.
“Spread your legs,” he rasps.
My breathing kicks up as I do what he says.
“Wider.”
His gaze falls between my thighs. His eyes darken, and his stare turns hungry.
Another breath skids out of my mouth. That ache in my pussy deepens. I haven’t even touched myself yet, and I’m already so turned on. No guy has ever looked at me like this before. Like he’s starving, and I’m the only thing in the world he’s craving.
“Wider, Luce,” he grits out.
With my hands on my thighs, I pull my legs even wider.
His gaze focuses, and he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “So pretty.”
I reach down and gently press the pads of my fingers over my clit. I whimper at the sudden wave of pleasure pulsing through my body. It settles low, between my thighs, simmering hot.
“Oh, god,” I whine.
When I open my eyes, I look down and see Leo’s face just inches from my pussy. His jaw bulges from how hard he’s biting down.
I move my fingers in soft, fast circles. My inner thigh muscles twitch the more turned on I get.
I’ve never had a guy this close to my body before. I’ve had sex before, and I’ve had a guy go down on me. But never this.
Never a guy requesting that I touch myself for his viewing pleasure. There’s something about it that’s so intimate. A closeness I’ve never felt before.
“Not so fast,” he orders. I instantly slow down, even though I’m aching to speed up so I can come.
“Tease that pretty pussy, baby. Let it build.”
My hand shakes as I keep that slower pace.
“Lay off your clit for a little bit.”
I let out a whiny noise. He just looks at me, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Do it, Luce.”
I shiver. He wasn’t kidding. He is very bossy.
I pull off my clit, teasing my slick folds instead. My inner thigh muscles tremble at how hard it is to hold back. It’s the sweetest, hottest torment.
Leo turns his face to the side and presses a soft kiss to my thigh. “Good girl.”
He trails kisses along my skin. “You can touch your clit again.”
I swirl my fingers in that steady, fast rhythm I like.
“That’s it, Luce. Just like that,” he rasps. “You’re so sexy when you play with yourself.”
Pleasure coils tight between my legs, spreading up my abdomen and belly and chest. One of my legs starts to shake.
He stares at my pussy. The hungry look in his gaze turns ravenous.
“You look so fucking pretty right now. Your pussy is gorgeous. So pink and wet.”
He licks his lips. I’m aching to have his mouth on me. And his dick inside of me. Whatever he wants to give me, I’ll take it.
Heat settles low in my belly and climbs up my chest. My skin tingles.
I circle my fingers faster, the pleasure winding tighter.
“Can…can we…” I trail off as the sensations get more and more intense.
Leo turns his head to the side and presses another soft kiss to my inner thigh. “Can we what, Luce?”
“Can we do more than this?” I whimper.
When I glance down, he’s smirking up at me. He holds my gaze as he turns and kisses my other inner thigh. My clit pulses, aching for his tongue.
“We’re gonna do a lot more than this, baby. But first, I wanna watch you come.”
He presses his teeth softly against my skin, right at the top of my thigh. I gasp.
“That’s it, baby. Keep working that pretty little clit with your fingers.”
My legs start to shake, and my pussy pulses.
“Faster,” he orders.
I speed up, watching as the look in his eyes turns wild.
“Are you close?” he asks. I nod.
He bites my inner thigh softly, and I yelp. Then he kisses me softly. “Good girl. Now come hard for me.”
Seconds later, I explode.
I cry out as the pleasure rolls through me, like endless crashing waves. I fall against the headboard, my body thrashing at how powerful this orgasm is. My eyes roll back, and my hearing goes fuzzy. Oh, wow. I haven’t come this hard from masturbating…ever.
Having Leo next to me, praising me, bossing me around, and talking me through it was such a turn-on. I’ve never been so aroused.
I finally start to come down, panting as I struggle to catch my breath.
Before I can say or do anything, Leo hooks his hands around my thighs, then pulls me to him. I’m lying down now, and his face is hovering between my legs.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he growls. And then he swipes his tongue over my clit.