FRANK MUMBLES A goodnight as we walk through the front door, heading for his room on the opposite side of the house. Jill calls out a goodnight in reply, and then we walk in silence toward my room. We’re not touching, but the electric current between us is unmistakable. It’s been hours since we’ve been alone, and I know she’s felt the sexual tension building with every passing minute, just as I have. It’s not lost on either of us that this is it—that after tonight, whatever fantasy we’ve been entertaining will dissolve into reality.
When she turns to make her way into her room—a room she hasn’t slept in but once—I’m taken by surprise. Reaching out to gently grab hold of her bicep, I pull her toward me with a scowl.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Sweeping a nonexistent strand of hair behind her ear, she shrugs before looking at me from beneath her lashes, quietly admitting, “I wanted to hop in the shower. It’s been a long day—and tonight, the heat, with all those people—I just wanted to freshen up.”
Pulling her closer, I dip my head until she can feel my breath against her lips as I mutter, “You want to freshen up? You freshen up with me. We’ve been showering together for days. No point in stopping now.”
“But—”
“Fuck, Jill—don’t make me say it,” I grumble, pressing my free hand on the small of her back, bringing her flush against me.
Her breath hitches in her throat as she leans into me, sliding her hands up my torso. “Say what, Leo?” she asks on a whisper.
Refusing to be a pussy about the fact that we’re running out of time, I shake my head at her. Leaning down, I reach around the back of her thighs, lifting her off of her feet while spreading her legs open. Instinctively, she clings to me, her pretty blues opening wide as her lips part open with a gasp. I carry her into my room, slamming the door shut with my foot as I declare, “You want to get naked, you do it with me. You need a shower, we’ll take a fucking shower—and you’ll suck my dick while we’re at it.”
“Leo,” she sighs, her legs tightening around me.
As I walk us toward the bathroom, she lets her purse drop to the floor and then buries her fingers in my hair. I flip on the light, walking straight into the door-less shower, turning the water on warm. The rain-head in the center of the stall starts to pour, and I step back, setting Jill on her feet. By the time I get my boots off, she’s got her feet bare, and her shorts are at her ankles. Before she reaches for the hem of her tank top, she lifts her hands to let loose her ponytail. I watch as the silky, blonde strands fall, and my dick gets hard.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
I’m quick to rid myself of my t-shirt, my patience all but gone now. I don’t wait for her to finish undressing. With my jeans still on, I grab hold of her hips and push her back, until we’re both standing under the shower head.
“Leo!” she squeaks, pressing her palms against my abs. “We’re not—”
I don’t let her finish her sentence. Crashing my lips against hers, I thrust my tongue into her mouth as I reach down and grab a handful of her panty-clad ass. She doesn’t resist me, sliding her arms around my waist as she opens her mouth wider, taking all that I wish to give. I kiss her long and hard, surely bruising her lips in the process. I don’t think to stop until I can’t stand the feel of my dick pressing painfully against my zipper. Burying my fingers in her soaking wet hair, I grab a fistful and yank her away from me, groaning at the sight of her swollen, pink lips.
“Want you to take my pants off, baby.”
“Okay,” she replies, immediately reaching for my top button.
I let go of her hair, watching her as she peels my wet jeans down my legs. Once my ankles are free of the heavy material, she tosses it aside and proceeds to remove my boxer briefs. My cock springs free, fully erect. When Jill looks up at me in question—on her knees, her tank top clinging to her body, making her look sexy as hell—I allow myself to pretend that this is us.
“Open your mouth, baby,” I gently command, skimming my hand over her hair until it rests on the back of her head. She obeys, and I slowly sink inside of her, clenching my teeth when she swirls her tongue around my head.
I keep it shallow, pumping in short, quick spurts, and she sucks and licks, her eyes trained up at me. It’s not long before I decide I intend to come down her throat. When my fist tightens in her hair, she loosens her jaw, and I almost lose it on the spot. The fact that she not only knows what’s coming, but willingly offers herself fully to what I desire—fuck, that shit turns me on.
“That’s good, baby. Take me,” I mutter, my strokes growing deeper.
She grabs hold of the back of my knees, holding on tight as I start to go harder. She gags and her eyes start to water, but she doesn’t stop me. I pull out completely, giving her a chance to breathe. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, and then she opens her mouth again, silently assuring me that she’s ready.
“Fuck, Jill,” I groan, thrusting back inside of her. She can’t take all of me, and I don’t make her. I don’t need to. She feels good just like this—her hot, wet mouth wrapped around me; her tongue swirling around my solid, bare length; those damn perfect blue eyes starting up at me.
As my balls start to rise, I pump in and out of her faster. She gags again, and then she moans. When she rubs her hands up the back of my thighs before dragging her nails down across my skin, I lose my shit.
I hold her still, my dick twitching as I spill my seed down the back of her throat. I don’t stifle my groan, my head falling back as a wave of relief courses through me. When I finally pull out of her, my dick half-mast, she covers her mouth with her hand, taking a breath. She then wipes her saliva from around her lips, reaching up her arms as she looks to me for help.
I grip my hands under her arms, lifting her completely off the ground. Her legs wrap around me once more, and I back her up against the shower wall. Dipping down, I capture her bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling on her as I start to peel her drenched top from her body. She arches her back, lifting her arms, and I let her lip go, yanking the soaked fabric over her head.
Touching my forehead to hers, I mutter, “Let’s clean you up, baby.” I pause, licking my tongue across the entrance of her mouth before I declare, “I’m ready to fuck that pussy.”
WE DON’T WASTE time soaping each other down—but we don’t rush either. When we’re finished, we each grab a towel, our eyes still focused on each other as we give ourselves a quick pat down. She’s bent to the side, wringing her hair dry, when I toss my towel onto the floor and scoop her up into my arms. She squeals and giggles, dropping her towel so that she can wrap her arms around my neck. I carry her to the bed, tossing her unceremoniously onto the center of the mattress.
She lands with a soft grunt, her damp hair fanning out in a halo of tangles around her head, and I pause to stare at her for a moment. A few minutes ago, I couldn’t wait to devour her, but now—now I wish to take my time.
I crawl onto the bed, caging her with my body as I crush my lips against hers. She arches into me immediately, her hands feeling their way up my arms and along my shoulders. I shrug her off of me as I pull away, tipping my chin as I demand, “Hands above your head.”
Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she nods, extending her arms over her head, precisely as I’ve asked. I force in a deep breath, ignoring how much I love her docile nature, and then dip my head. I wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking her until I hear her whimper in pain. I abandon one breast only to repeat my actions on the other, her breaths growing heavier as she surrenders to my touch.
Scooting toward the foot of the bed, I drag my lips across her stomach and then open my mouth around the flesh of her side, biting down until I hear her gasp. She moans as I lick her now tender flesh, and then I position myself over her other side, sinking my teeth into her once more. I pinch the skin at each of her hips, nibbling my way to her thighs. Her legs fall open when I bite into the inner part of her leg, and I can smell her arousal.
“Leo,” she whispers as I inhale the sweet aroma of her cunt.
I’ve fucked her with my fingers. She’s come on my cock. But I’ve yet to truly taste her. I like it hard and I like it rough, so I don’t eat pussy often—but I’m about to. Something tells me it’ll be nothing short of another mistake to add to my sheet of tallies. I couldn’t give a fuck even if I wanted to.
“Hush, baby,” I mutter before flattening my tongue over her dripping wet entrance.
We moan together as I lick all the way up her center, sucking her clit into my mouth when I’ve reached the top.
“Lee,” she sighs, her fingers slipping into my hair.
I stop, looking up at her from between her legs. Nobody has ever called me that before.
“Don’t stop, please,” she whispers, her eyes pleading with me.
I don’t waste another second before shoving my tongue inside of her, lapping up her generous desire. She tastes unlike any woman I’ve ever had. She tastes like the rare, sweet treasure that she is. Sure that I’ll never come across a delicacy the likes of her again, I consume her, devouring her like she’s my last meal.
In a way, that’s exactly what this is.
She rolls her hips against my mouth, her grip in my hair tightening as I bring her close to the edge of her climax. I lick my way back up to her clit, grazing it with my teeth, and she begins to pant desperately.
“Please—oh, please! Bite me,” she whimpers, pulling me closer. “Lee—bite me.”
Knowing how much she wants it, I do the opposite of what she commands. Her eyes grow wide, and she looks just shy of devastated as I pull away from her. Smiling, I crawl back up her body, lining up our lips before I mutter, “I like that.”
“Wh—what?” she asks, shaking her head at me.
I don’t answer her. Instead, I tell her, “You come when I’m ready for you to come, understand?”
Wrapping her whole body around me, she begs—“Then fuck me, Leo. Make me come. Make me come like only you can.”
Jesus Christ.
HE PULLS AWAY from me abruptly, propping himself up on a knee as he reaches for the drawer of the nightstand. I watch him as he towers over me, rolling on the condom. My whole body feels as if it is filled with static electricity. I’m so turned on, my need for him greater than it’s ever been before. His tongue between my legs felt out of this world amazing. It was sweet and gentle—more tender than anything he’s ever given me—and I loved it. But I need more. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, why I can’t come when he’s being sweet and gentle, but I can’t—I can’t, and he knows it. He knows what I need as if my body was made specifically for him. Now, as I wait for him to posses me like only he can, I can hardly stand the anticipation.
When he finally fits himself between my legs, lining the head of his cock up with my entrance, I spread my legs like the wings of a butterfly. He doesn’t enter me right away, and I have to stifle a whine of impatience.
“Lee,” I breathe, lifting my hips in an upward thrust.
My movement causes him to dip inside of my slick center just enough to tease me even more. If he wasn’t so freaking heavy, I’d roll him over right now and impale myself with his cock. That being a laughable option, I reach for my breasts, pinching my nipples in an effort to allow my body some sort of reprieve. He growls, and I moan, squeezing my small mounds of flesh in an effort to seduce him inside of me. I don’t know what he’s waiting for—his eyes drinking me in—but I wish he’d stop and just fuck me already.
When he finally slams inside of me, I’m taken aback by how surprised I am. My whole body jostles, his force speaking of the power behind his strength, and I have to take a breath to shake off my shock. He then pulls out of me slowly before ramming into me again. It’s a strange sensation—his brute force causing both a spark of pleasure and a twinge of pain—and it’s exactly what I want.
“Come on my dick, baby,” he grinds out, his pace picking up a little. “Tug on your nipples. Make it hurt, baby—and come all over me.”
“Yes,” I reply on a moan, wishing to do exactly as he’s said.
As I arch my back, thrusting my chest in the air, I pinch and pull on my hardened buds, relishing in the way his hard cock fills me up and stretches me open until I’m completely full. He thrusts deep and smooth, rough and slow, my arousal dripping out of me and coating him completely. I close my eyes, realizing that what we’re doing right now, it’s something different than fucking. He’s taking his time with me. As I settle into that realization, my body starts to tremble.
“Open your eyes,” he demands, his hips thrusting a little faster now. The second I look up at him, he mutters, “Come for me, Jill.”
“I’m so close,” I tell him, and I am.
On my next breath, he knocks one of my hands out of the way, grabbing my breast himself, and that’s when I lose it.
“Hell, yes,” he grunts, looking down at our connection as my insides clamp down around him.
He rides me until I start to relax, then slips out of me. Before I can fully register what he’s doing, he lifts up onto his knees, reaching back for one of my ankles, then the other. Pushing my legs toward my head, he bends me almost completely in half. I don’t utter a word of protest, trusting him implicitly. Fisting two handfuls of the blanket beneath me, I brace myself for whatever comes next.
He rests one of my legs on his shoulder, using his hand to guide his dick back inside of me. Taking hold of my ankle once more, he watches himself as he glides in and out of me. After a few strokes, his gaze meets mine, and I lick my bottom lip in an attempt to mask my grin. I love it when he teaches me something new—and this is a new I appreciate.
He rolls his hips steadily at first. While he watches me, I can sense that there’s something more that he wants. When he lets go of my ankles, my legs falling to rest on his shoulders, he leans toward me even more, grabbing the headboard. Then he plunges into me again, and I understand what he was looking for—because he found it.
“Oh, shit,” I groan, the head of his dick hitting me in just the right spot. My skin breaks into a sweat as I feel another orgasm building up inside of me already. “Leo—oh, god,” I choke out as he begins to thrust faster, each hit sending a new wave of pleasure rippling over the old one. “Lee!” I whimper, the pressure inside of me building, making me feel like I might actually explode.
Letting go of the blanket, my hands flail, my whole body feeling out of sorts as I teeter on the edge of something I can’t explain. I end up smacking my hands against the headboard, my sweaty palms causing them to slip as I try and find some sort of support.
He pumps into me faster, sweat beading on his brow, and I feel like I can’t take it anymore.
“Lee—I can’t—it’s too much. I—” I’m interrupted by my own groan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head before I whimper, “That feels so good. Shit—Lee—”
“Let go,” he demands.
“It’s too much!”
He growls, and I open my eyes just in time to see him turn his head. His dick hits the perfect spot at the exact moment that his teeth sink into my thigh. I scream, the pressure that was building inside of me releasing.
“Fucking hell!” Leo yells as he pulls out of me.
I can’t stop myself from squirting all over him—my body shaking, like I’ve lost all control. I try squeezing my legs together in order to try and stop it, but my ankles collide with his neck, and there’s nothing to be done. Mortified that I’ve just released the contents of my bladder all across his chest, I clap my hands over my face and will myself not to cry.
Then I hear him grunt, and something warm and sticky hits my skin. I peek over the tips of my fingers to find him—muscles taut, his dick in his hand—coming on my stomach. How in the world he could orgasm at all after what just happened, I have no freaking clue!
He gently lifts my right ankle from his shoulder, closing my legs as he holds my feet together. Hooking my knees over his elbow, he pulls me toward him, smirking down at me as he mutters, “Think we need another shower.”
Unable to keep my tears at bay a second later, I cover my eyes again, my cheeks burning in humiliation. If he wasn’t holding my legs the way he is right now, I’d be halfway to the bathroom already, seeking out a place to hide.
“Jill. What are you doing?” he asks, tapping the side of my thigh.
“I ruined it,” I mumble from behind my hands. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. It just—” Shaking my head at myself, I decide to stop before I embarrass myself further. Instead, I tell him, “It’s okay. You don’t have to pretend that whatever just happened wasn’t completely disgusting.”
“Disgusting?” he grumbles, sounding genuinely confused.
Forgetting my teary eyes, I drop my hands and frown at him. “Leo—please, don’t make me relive it, like once wasn’t bad enough.”
“Baby, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“That!” I cry, pointing at his chest, still soaked with my—
“This?” he asks, pointing at himself. I watch as he looks down at his chest, a sly grin curling his lips when his eyes lift to find mine. “Jill, what exactly do you think happened here?”
“I…I—” My cheeks burn and I can’t even bring myself to keep eye contact with him. Turning my head to the side, I murmur, “I lost control. I couldn’t stop it. I just…I just peed all over you.”
My whole body goes limp, the muscles in my face falling at the sound of his boisterous laughter. I snap my gaze in his direction, my heart swelling at the sight of his face—my stomach clenching at the sound of his laugh. I should have known. I should have known that his laugh would be the most incredible sound accompanied by the most handsome smile in the world. For a second, I’m so captivated by him, I forget that he’s laughing at me.
By the time I come to my senses, it’s too late. When I start to wiggle out of his grasp, he scoops an arm under my shoulders, cradling me against his chest as he crawls out of bed. I assume he intends to take me back to the shower, but he doesn’t move in that direction. I can feel his gaze trained on me; and when it becomes obvious that he’s not going anywhere until I look at him, I peer through my lashes at his face.
“Let’s get two things straight. First, you didn’t pee on me, baby. What happened was purely sexual. Second, it was hot as fuck—or did you not notice I lost my load on you?”
I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to process what he’s said before I ask, “It wasn’t pee?”
“No,” he says with a chuckle, carrying me to the bathroom. “One thing’s for damn sure. If a man’s got to go out, going out with a badge of honor like that ain’t half bad.”
As he sets me down outside of the shower—our clothes still soaked and littered all over the place—I don’t dwell on the reality behind what he just said. Wishing not to think about our pending goodbye, I relish in the pride that accompanied his words. Whatever happened with my body has him puffing out his chest a little. Now, instead of mortification, I feel like I gave him something rare—something he won’t forget—and that makes me smile.
I hope he never forgets me. I’m sure I’ll never forget him.
Not ever.