Chapter 8

Grace

My entire body is a ball of tingles on the verge of bursting. Leo deepens our kiss, and I can’t help but be completely at his mercy.

In my dream, Leo had me spread out on a canopied bed in a palatial room in his house and was ravishing me. The dream was so vivid it was as though it was really happening. I was on the verge of the biggest orgasm ever.

When he woke me up and I realized what was happening, I thought I would die of embarrassment.

But now his lips are on mine, and the sensation of being on the verge is back. Being stuck in this closet with him all night was too much. The small space intensified his delicious scent. His words comforted and amused me. The darkness hid his perfect looks and made me desperate to touch him just to know he was really there.

With every moment, I longed for him more and more. I guess the feelings all came out in my dream.

I don’t have to reach down to know how dripping wet I am.

Leo pushes his suit jacket off my body and runs his hand down my arm and over the curve of my hip. His touch is electric, and I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.

His hand runs up the front of my leg and body, until he reaches my breast. He grips my boob in his hand, and I moan at the roughness of his touch.

Still holding the back of my head, his other hand runs back down my body and finds the hem of my short dress. Yanking it up, he pushes my legs apart and traces his finger over my panties.

Through our kiss, I gasp. I spread my legs as wide as I can, desperate for more.

Right now, I will let him do anything. How could I stop him, when he makes my body react this way?

Remembering the feel of his hard body against mine as he held me when we walked into the building, I’m desperate to find out what his tuxedo is hiding. As best as I can, I fumble with his shirt until I get a hand underneath it.

My fingers connect with his skin, and explore the defined lines of his abs. As I move my hand across his body, the head of his dick connects with the edge of my palm.

My hand is nowhere near the bottom of his stomach. I freeze for a moment while I comprehend his sheer size.

I brush my fingers against his head, pre-cum wet against my skin. His pants are already undone, and the waistband of his boxers pushed down. Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I slide my hand down the length of it and am once again awed by his size.

Leo lets out a deep groan, which sends even more tingles flying through my body.

He shoves aside my panties and slips a fingertip into me. My pussy is already slick with excitement, and the arrival of his hand seems to make it even wetter.

I tilt my hips, urging him in deeper. Leo responds by driving two fingers deep into me. His fingers are thick and stretch my virgin opening.

With the same rough treatment of my breast, Leo begins pumping his fingers in me. This feels too good to be real. It’s like I’m still dreaming.

In what seems like seconds, my body tenses all over, causing my hand to close tight around his shaft. Unable to work any body parts, my head lolls away from his, breaking our kiss.

Leo kisses across my cheek, to my ear, and in a demanding voice he says, “Come.”

The word crashes into me and my body explodes. A long moan emanates from the core of my being and echoes around the small space. His fingers keep moving as waves pulse from my pussy to my toes and fingertips.

My body puddles against the packs of toilet paper. I’m a quivering mess when he finally takes his fingers away. His hand runs up my body, and grips my breast again.

I realize my hand is still holding his hard cock, and I have the overwhelming desire to make him come.

Pushing his hand out of my way, I force my jelly-like body to move. I manage to wiggle down, until my head is at his waist level.

He groans, and pushes his pants and boxers down around his thighs.

Using my hand to guide me, my tongue connects with his tip. I lap up the pre-cum before licking his entire length.

Fuck, he’s huge.

His size only fuels my need to touch him. I want to play with this amazing dick until it pulses and explodes.

Licking back up the entire length, I close my mouth over the head. Leo meshes his hands through my hair, and holds my head as I take as much of his dick into my mouth as I can.

My hands wrap around what I can’t fit in my mouth, and I stroke him. I surprise myself by the vigor with which I attack his cock. It’s not something I normally do. Usually with boyfriends, I’m gentle and cautious.

Maybe the darkness is emboldening me.

I’ve never been so excited and turned on in my life. My body is still recovering from my orgasm.

Even though I only met him tonight, right now if he wants to have sex I would gladly do it. Forget my virginity, I want to feel him inside of me. Nothing in the world could possibly feel better than his muscular frame on top of mine, entering me, filling me, fueling the fire within me.

I relax my throat and take more of him into me. Leo grunts, and the soft skin around his balls tightens. He’s close, and I focus on making him feel the way he made me feel.

“Fuck, Grace,” he growls, and tightens his grip on my hair.

He’s past the point of no return, and is about to tumble over the edge. I brace myself for his explosion, the thought of which almost tips me over the edge again. I’ve completely lost myself in the moment. In the darkness with a man who is insanely hot but who I haven’t been able to see in hours.

But I can feel him.

I squeal in excitement and anticipation. It’s a loud, high-pitched sound that emanates from my core and echoes around the small storage closet.

While it’s still echoing, the room goes light and I’m greeted with a glorious view of Leo’s washboard abs.

“Holy fuck,” a man says, and it takes me a moment to realize it’s not Leo’s voice.

With his fingers still fisted in my hair, Leo yanks my head away. But it’s too late, his cum spurts from his cock. Some hits my chin, some lands on his abs.

Even though he isn’t touching me, the vision of his massive cock erupting tips me over the edge again, and I melt into the toilet paper bed.

Ignoring the moment, Leo yanks up his pants and sits.

“Pull your dress down,” he says, his voice quiet but firm.

The door slams, snapping me out of my euphoria. The light vanishes, and we’re left in the darkness again.

“Oh my God, was someone just here?” I ask.

“Don’t leave!” Leo yells as he jumps to his feet.

A second later, he pounds on the door.

I’m torn, as grateful as I am to be rescued, I’m annoyed that it happened right now. This moment is easily one of the best in my life, and I didn’t need it to end so quickly.

There’s a gentle knocking on the other side of the door, and a man says, “Can I open the door now?”