Chapter 24 Clarke #2
I wanted more—I needed more. But he wouldn’t give it to me. He continued at the same pace—not slow, not fast, but just the right speed and intensity to keep me chasing the edge of the cliff. “More,” I gasped. “I need more.”
Instead, he stopped.
“What the hell, Leith?” I demanded, lifting my head up from my pillow. The grin on his face was smug.
“Stay here,” he said, standing up. “I’ll be back.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” In response, he slid out my bedroom door. I flopped back down on the bed, breathing heavily. It felt like he was gone for at least fifteen minutes, though realistically, it was probably just one. When he returned, he had a cup in his hand.
“I want this all the way off now,” he said—tugging at my dress. I didn’t help him.
“And I want to have an orgasm,” I said. Leith laughed.
“Patience, honey,” he said. “You’re the one who won’t let me devour your mouth like I want to—I have to get creative.”
“How?”
“Dress. Off.”
Annoyed and turned on, I sat up and pulled my dress up over my head.
Leith took it from me and threw it on the floor.
I moved to my knees, so I was eye level with where he stood at the side of my bed.
I moved my hands down the panes of his chest until I got to his waistband.
I could see that he was hard under his dress pants.
Leith took what looked like a sip from the cup while I explored, but his eyes never left me. I went for his belt, but he stopped me before I could explore any further, tackling me back down onto the bed. And then his mouth is on my neck, and it’s cold. I gasped.
There was ice in his mouth.
He moved down and dragged his mouth with the ice cube across my nipple.
As it melted from the heat of his mouth and my body, cold water dripped down to my stomach, down my ribs.
“Fuck,” I moaned. The cold didn’t feel good, but it also felt kind of great.
I wanted less. I wanted more. I wanted it all.
He dragged the ice down the middle of my abdomen and left the remainder of the ice cube in my belly button before he grabbed another from the cup on my nightstand, and then his face is back between my thighs.
I feel the ice cube at my entrance, then on my clit as he moves it with his tongue.
My body bucked—both at the cold and the pleasure.
Moans fell from my mouth, and it spurred Leith on as my body wound itself tighter.
When Leith slid a finger inside of me, I cried out. It’s too much.
“Please,” I said—even though I don’t know what I’m asking for.
“I’ve got you, honey,” he said. Then the cold was gone, and I’m ready to go off the edge. “You can let go.”
And I trust Leith, so I did what he said. I let go. The coil that my spine has wound itself into springs, and pleasure washed over me. Leith put his mouth on me again, devouring my orgasm and me at the same time.
“You did so good, honey,” Leith said. “You did so good.”
When I come down, he moved up my body and pulled me to him. “Kiss me,” I begged. “Please just fucking kiss m—”
Then, Leith’s mouth is on mine. He isn’t close enough, though.
I clutch at his back. “Can you taste yourself?” he says against my mouth.
I nod into the kiss, and Leith kisses me harder.
His tongue explores my mouth, and his hips rolled into mine a few times.
It’s like he can’t help it. All the control he had while he was focused on me is gone, and now he’s possessed by the aftermath.
I finally get at his belt and fumble with it until I get it undone. I stuck my hand down his pants to grab his cock, and now it’s his turn to gasp.
“Fuck, Clarke,” he rasps. “Unless you want me to be quick off the mark again, I need you to give me a second.”
“I’m starting to have doubts about your stamina, Leith,” I said—sarcasm dripping from my tone. “Is that what you call a luxury experience?”
“You are a shit,” he said blandly, and a laugh escaped me—a big, belly one. “Maybe you make me nervous.”
“I like knowing that’s what I do to you,” I said as I dragged my fingers up and down his bare back. I think I scratched it at some point. “But I didn’t even know you get nervous.”
Truly, Leith was the most confident person I knew. Until the last couple of months, I interpreted that confidence as cockiness.
“Maybe because I’m nervous around you all the time,” he said. “So you just think that’s my natural state of being.”
“You can do what I do,” I said. “Look at the lucky stars.” Leith followed my gaze to my ceiling.
“God, those are a throwback,” he said.
“Collins and I had these in our bedroom growing up. I’ve never slept very well. But the stars…I would look at the stars on the ceiling and it became my own ritual that calmed me down and kept me in my body—kept me relaxed even if I couldn’t sleep.”
“Why don’t you sleep very well?” he asked.
I wanted to tell him the truth—about the buzzing and the anxiety, but I couldn’t. “Headaches.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Have you seen a doctor yet?”
“No,” I said, and I could’ve left it there. I could’ve lied. Instead, I said: “They’re not really medical, more like…metaphysical.”
I wanted Leith to know me.
“Like…supernatural?” Leith’s voice was still even.
“There’s just not a rational explanation for them.”
“But there’s an irrational one?”
I nodded. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for the bubble of this teenage dream I’ve been living to burst because I had to open my stupid mouth.
Leith nodded slowly. “I’m going to kiss you again, okay?”
“Finally,” I said with a smile. “I thought you were just going to let me ramble on all night.”
“I thought about it,” he said. “I like listening to you, but I really like kissing you too.”
His mouth met mine. This time, the kiss was slow, exploratory, and thoughtful—like Leith was trying to memorize me. He grabbed my hip and pulled our bodies flush.
I felt powerful. Protected.
When he rolled on top of me, I sighed into the kiss. He propped himself up on his elbow while his other hand skated all over my body—teasing. I craved more, wanted him to grab me harder or linger in one place for longer, but he didn’t. He kept winding me back up with his nonurgency.
I felt him hard against me, and I craved the feeling of him inside of me.
“I want you,” I said against his mouth. “Please.” Leith pushed himself up, so he hovered above me. He leaned down to kiss my forehead.
“I want you too,” he said softly.
“So…pants off?”
“Pants off,” he agreed with a grin before he got off the bed and started to take his clothes off. I immediately missed the weight of him on top of me, but this view was pretty damn good. “Will you think I’m an asshole for putting a condom in my pocket?”
I tried not to laugh. “No, I think you’re prepared, and I am very attracted to preparedness.”
“You’re perfect,” he said as he pounced on me again. He set the foil packet on the pillow next to my head. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“What are you waiting for?” I asked and craned my neck to kiss him, and then I grabbed the condom. “Can I?” Leith’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he nodded. “Words, honey,” I said to him.
“Y-yeah.” Both of us sat up—Leith on his knees. I tore the wrapper open with my teeth. Then I placed the ring of silicone between my lips, leaned forward, and slid it up his length using my mouth. “Holy fuck,” Leith groaned.
I moved back down his length slowly, and once my mouth was free, Leith wasted no time in flipping me on my stomach and pushing one of my knees up toward my waist. “Look back at me, honey,” he said.
“I want to see what I do to you.” I pushed up on my elbows and did what he asked, and then I felt him pushing into me slowly.
I gasped.
Leith moaned, his breaths short and shallow. “I fucking knew you’d feel like this.”
“Like what?” My voice was embarrassingly breathy.
“Perfect for me,” he said. “Fuck. How do you feel?”
“Full,” I said. “Can you go slow? I want to feel it all.”
“You’re going to ruin me,” he said. His voice was strangled as he started to move inside of me. Slow—just like I asked. His hand had a grip on my hip that I knew was going to leave a mark.
Everything about this was overwhelming. There was so much sensation, I couldn’t even begin to sort through it or make meaning of it. All I knew was that I wanted this. I wanted Leith.
Both of our words descended into moans and sighs as Leith took me. I kept my gaze on him the entire time. I watched his chest heave and sweat drip down his neck. I watched his eyes go wild. I watched his head tip back and his mouth open in pleasure as he came.
“Holy shit,” he said when he collapsed next to me. He pulled me into his arms, and I looked up at my ceiling as he stroked my hair. Maybe this was all I needed: Leith and my lucky stars.
A luxury experience.