20. Leo
LEO
I had no self-control around Eliza, especially not when she looked at me like that, her eyes hooded with desire, cheeks flushed, and hair messy. As soon as I realized what I’d interrupted, a need pulsed through me to find out what she’d been thinking about when she’d been pleasuring herself.
Eliza’s breathing hitched as I leaned closer.
Knowing that I had any semblance of the same effect on her as she did on me overwhelmed me in a way I couldn’t describe. It was like I needed to drop everything to make her feel good. To hear my name on her lips again.
Maybe there was a way to get her out of my system, but it wasn’t once. Hopefully, two, or three, or four times would be enough.
She took the vibrator from me with a smirk. “You want me to show you?”
In a split second, her confidence was back.
Not that it’d really ever gone anywhere, but I noticed the way her shoulders fell and her lips parted to likely repeat that we shouldn’t do this.
Maybe that would’ve been right thing for us to do, but I didn’t want her thinking I didn’t want her. That had never been my problem.
My problem was I wanted her too much.
“Are you sure you can handle it?” She bit down on her bottom lip, her other hand reaching to wrap around my shirt, tugging me toward the living room.
“No,” I said on a laugh, stumbling forward.
“I likely won’t be able to handle it. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all weekend,” I admitted.
“Your moans. My name on your lips. How fucking sexy you look taking my cock.” There was more, too, of course.
Her laugh. Her witty humor. The way her eyes lit up.
But I wasn’t sure if I could say that to her.
She’d made it very clear she only did casual.
I didn’t want to ruin what we had by saying something I shouldn’t.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, either.” Eliza pulled me into her, and my lips crashed against hers, our mouths moving feverishly. Her lips parted, and I swallowed her moans.
Before we got too carried away, I pulled back. “Couch,” I ordered.
The backs of her legs hit the edge, and she lowered her body, swinging her tanned legs around, so her back was propped up against the arm rest. “Bossy,” she murmured.
She set the vibrator down for a moment to pull her sweatshirt over her head.
She was in an olive-green tank top—if you could even call it that with how flimsy the straps looked—with matching pajama shorts. She looked at me, eyes wide and eager.
I had a feeling my past assessment of the men Eliza had been with was correct.
Men—boys, rather—who weren’t sure how to handle a woman like her, who waited for her to tell them what to do.
While we’d only had one night together, I gathered that Eliza liked a semblance power, but she also needed to relax and have someone else take control once in a while.
“Shorts off. Legs spread.”
When she followed without a challenge, giving me a view of her perfect pussy, I assumed she needed the latter tonight. I’d gladly take control and give her what she needed.
“Do you want to show me?” I asked, not wanting to push her if this was too much.
“Yes,” she rasped. “I want to show you.” She turned the vibrator on, moving it between her legs.
I sat on the other end of the couch, positioning myself in the corner so that I was facing her with my right arm draped over the back.
She teased her clit before slipping the vibrator inside with a moan. With her other hand, she lowered her tank top, exposing her full breasts and playing with her already tight nipples.
“T-this is what I was doing,” Eliza breathed.
“I-I was thinking about you. Your fingers digging into my hips, feeling your breath on my neck. It’s…
it’s not as big as you, but I was thinking about you fucking me and playing with my tits.
” She pinched her nipple and tugged while her hand holding the vibrator sped up.
Eliza’s back arched, and her head fell back with a moan, eyes fluttering closed. “I was right there.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, shifting in my seat and running a hand over my erection. My cock strained painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this hard. It’d been seconds, and I was ready to explode.
“I’m—I’m close again,” she warned on a cry.
“Let me…” I licked my lips, my fingers itching to reach out and touch her, to spread her legs even further. “Let me help you finish.”
She lifted her head, slowing her motions and not getting herself to climax just yet. A beautiful, wicked smirk crossed her lips. “Do you want to taste me again? Have me moaning your name?”
“Yes.” I palmed my length, and her eyes followed the motion.
“Beg for it,” she purred, spreading her legs wider, continuing to move the vibrator and showing off the wetness glistening between her legs.
My cock throbbed at the sight, and my mouth watered from how she displayed herself for me.
“Please, Eliza. Please let me taste you. Let me make you come.” I ran a hand over my stubbled jaw.
“I need to taste you again. Need you on my tongue.” My eyes met hers again.
“Please,” I begged, my voice rough and urgent.
She nodded eagerly. “Y-yes.” Her breath hitched. “Yes, make me come.”
I wrapped my hand around her calf, tugging her toward me and throwing her legs over my shoulders. I took the vibrator from her and turned it off before dropping it onto the floor. I was all for having toys in the bedroom, but in this moment, I wanted to remind Eliza how good I could make her feel.
“For the record,” I said, dipping my head between her legs and kissing along her inner thigh, “if you want me to make you come, all you have to do is knock on the door and ask.” Once I reached her center, I ran my tongue along her and groaned. “So damn delicious.”
“So neighborly of you,” Eliza teased, her fingers tangling in my hair. “I’ll have to remember that for next time.”
Next time. I liked the sound of that.
Slowly, I ran my hand along her body. Up and along her outer thigh, the curve of her hip and waist, until I reached her breast. I groaned at the fullness in my hand and rolled her nipple between my fingers, and a cry escaped her.
I then repeated the action while wrapping my lips around her clit, causing her to rock her hips against my face.
“Leo! Oh my god.” The incoherent noises and moans that followed only motivated me more.
I tasted and teased her, plunging my tongue into her tightness so I could get every last drop. My free hand gripped her hip—just like she’d described—my fingers sinking into her skin. All the while, my cock strained against my jeans, aching for release.
Her heels dug into my upper back, and her back arched off the couch to bring her center even closer. “I’m—I’m gonna—” she warned, and I looked up from between her legs only to be met with a breathless, flushed Eliza.
My cock twitched and throbbed against my jeans again.
The sight of her was already too much, but what pushed me over the edge and caused my cock to spill into my briefs was the desire and pleasure in her eyes and the way her thighs trembled while wrapped around me.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
My tongue moved slowly as we both came down from our climaxes.
Eliza’s grip on my hair loosened, and she ran her fingers through it instead, tipping her head back with a content sigh and dazed expression.
I pressed a gentle kiss to her inner thigh before pulling back, gently unhooking her legs from my shoulders.
My hand ran up her smooth skin before I pulled that away, too.
“That was…” She licked her lips, shaking her head. “Exactly what I needed. Maybe even better.”
The corner of my mouth tipped up into a smirk. “Good. Just so happens I enjoy making you feel good and giving you what you need.”
Her gaze dipped down to my cock, and she leaned forward, shifting her body toward me. “I want to make you feel good.” Once she was close enough, she kissed along my jaw down to my neck. As her hand moved closer, I stopped her.
“You already did,” I admitted.
She pulled back confused. She blinked, looked down, and then back up at me. “Wait, did you…”
“Come while eating you out after watching you touch yourself?” I finished with a chuckle. “Told you you’re going to be a death of me, Trouble.”
“That’s so fucking hot,” she groaned, capturing my mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. She sucked on my bottom lip for a beat before pulling back. “Maybe this doesn’t just have to be a one-time thing.” She still had that content, aroused look in her eyes.
I cupped the side of her face, brushing her hair behind her ear. “You don’t know how much I like hearing that, but I think you’re still dazed after your orgasm.”
She rolled her eyes playfully but didn’t argue. “I can think straight. You don’t have that much of an effect on me.”
“Uh-huh.”
She swatted my arm and reached to grab her shorts, sliding them on. “So, did you just knock on my door to make me come? Not that I’m complaining.”
“No, that wasn’t why.” I chuckled. “I got back from the grocery store and was about to start cooking dinner. I saw your light on and wanted to check if you’d eaten yet.”
She turned toward me, her eyes brightening with intrigue. “What were you going to make?”
“Sausage gnocchi in vodka sauce.”
“I love that dish! Do you remember when I called you while I was trying to make it?”
“I remember,” I said, not adding how that random memory led me to buying the ingredients for it tonight.
“Oh my god, okay, I’m starving. How about we both clean up, and then I’ll be right over.” She pressed a quick kiss to my lips and hopped off the couch. “See you in a few minutes!”
“Should I be concerned that you just left me that quickly after finding out about food?”
Her laugh filtered through the apartment. “Maybe!”
I’d gone back to my apartment to clean up and change into a new pair of briefs. This time, I’d opted for gray sweatpants over jeans.