by Piper Rayne
18
Teegan
The door slams shut and the solid mass of his strong body melds with mine against the wall.
He tears his mouth away. “I should’ve made myself clear.” He sprinkles kisses along my neck.
“No.” My head bangs against the wall as it falls back, granting him the access we both want him to have.
His strong hands slide up my sides, feeling my curves, and his tongue dives into my mouth once more. We lose each other in a passionate mixture of touching and kissing, unable to get enough of one another. Before I can track our footsteps, he spins me around and places both my hands on the wall.
His warm body covers me and he leans in close. “If it’s okay with you, I’m going to show you exactly how straight I am.” His voice is low and guttural and it makes my blood run hot.
Is he really asking me permission? Can’t he hear my girly parts cheering him on to the finish line?
“Please,” I whisper on a pant.
I’m unable to see him. His deep intake of breath is the only confirmation of how badly he wants this, too.
His big hands move around my body, slowly undoing each button on my blouse, leaving me heaving for a breath with the mere brush of his fingertips on my bare skin. Once he’s done, his hands slide up my torso to the top of my blouse, slowly moving the silky fabric to fall down and off my body, floating to the floor between us.
Not stopping, his finger skims down my spine, and I wait for him to unclasp my bra. To feel his chest to my back, skin-to-skin contact I desperately crave. But he doesn’t. Instead, his hands move to the front of my body again and fiddle with the button and zipper of my slacks until they too join my blouse on the ground.
“Step out of them, baby,” he says in a low and husky voice that almost undoes me.
I step one foot out and he kicks my clothes out of our way.
“You, I need to feel you.” I move my hands off the wall, but he locks his hand over mine, and I get what I need—his body pressed against mine for a brief second. Still, it’s long enough to realize he’s still fully clothed.
“You’ll feel me. Deep inside you. Very soon.”
Each word hits me, resonating through my body exactly as he meant them to.
Two fingers slip under the hem of my panties, grazing along my ass at a snail’s pace. One of his hands still presses mine to the wall, his lips millimeters from my ear. “The first thing I noticed was your ass.” He fists the side of my panties and they rip off, sliding down my other leg to the ground. “How perfectly round and firm it was.” He lets go of my hands and his fingers travel down my bare arms, past my shoulders and down my ribcage until he has my ass cheeks in both of his hands.
His breathing is gone from my ear and I glance down behind me to find him eye level with my ass. Squeezing my flesh in his hands, he leans forward, biting my cheek.
I yelp and he chuckles to himself, rising to his feet once more.
“I can’t wait until I can bend you over my counter at the shop and do what I’ve imagined doing since we met.”
“And what’s that?” I need to hear him say it. I need to know he’s wanted me as much as I’ve wanted him.
“To drill my cock inside of you over and over again while you scream my name. To have the taste of you on my lips while you’re begging me to stop.”
My pussy practically drips with dirty words and the images they bring forth.
He undoes my bra and I let my hands fall from the wall, so he can guide the straps down my arms until I’m fully naked. With two hands on my hips, he spins me around, taking in every bare inch of me as though he’s committing it to memory.
“What are you going to do with me now?” I ask, biting my bottom lip in the most seductive way I can muster.
His muscular chest rises and falls while he toes out of his shoes and kicks them to the side. “First”—his finger skates between my breasts and down my stomach until he reaches the end zone—“I’m going to show you exactly how well I know my way around a pussy. You know, just to reconfirm I’m not gay.”
I giggle thinking of how ridiculous all my previous assumptions seem now.
The soft smile on his lips confirms that while he may be a demanding alpha male in the bedroom, he is still the kind-hearted, animal-loving man I’ve fallen hard for.
I reach forward, unbuttoning his shirt at a quicker pace than he did mine. Surprisingly, he lets me undress him. My hands splay across his strong pecs and I brush his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall. Grabbing the top of his jeans, I pull him toward me.
“I knew you’d try to take charge.” His hands lie flat on the wall behind me, effectively caging me in while I unbutton his jeans and push them down along with his boxers.
That’s when I lose my dictatorship because Leo Vaughn truly is the perfect male specimen. His perfect cock—yes, I now know there is such a thing—stands at attention as though begging me to wrap my mouth around it.
Leo’s finger urges my chin up to look into his eyes. “There’s plenty of time for you to get better acquainted with my cock, but right now I need to feel how wet and warm you are.” He picks me up under the arms and walks over to the bed, laying me down.
I prop up on my elbows when his body weight doesn’t land on top of me. He’s standing between my legs, staring down at me, his cock fisted in his palm, slowly moving his hand up and down. The way his gaze lights my skin on fire, I know what I’m about to experience tonight will be like nothing that’s come before it.
Pun fully intended.
Instead of climbing onto the bed, he drops to his knees and pulls my ankles so that the back of my thighs rest on his shoulders.
“Hey, I thought—”
“Did you think I wouldn’t taste you first?” His eyebrow arches up and a smirk appears on his lips. “Love the landing strip by the way.”
My face heats at both his words and what he’s about to do to me. I’m always embarrassed when a guy goes down on me. I’m offering him an up-close view of the most intimate part of myself.
He uses his finger first, sliding up and down along my wetness and then concentrates on my clit, circling at a painful but pleasured pace.
My head falls to the mattress, my hands gripping the comforter under me. His lips skitter across my skin with open-mouthed kisses on my inner thighs. I feel his breath before his tongue, but when he swipes up and takes my clit into his mouth, a long moan rumbles out of me and I’m no longer embarrassed. I’m on fire and it burns hot in my veins.
I buck up, needing more of his mouth on me as he sucks and swirls, moaning with his own enjoyment.
“Leo,” I pant, wiggling under him, and he wraps his arms around my legs, splaying his hands on my hips, holding me to him to manipulate me how he wants.
The man must’ve gone to school to learn these tricks and graduated with a doctorate. His tongue and his fingers work together masterfully to bring me to the brink of orgasm, but it’s his moans and muffled growls that skyrocket me into bliss. My knuckles whiten with fistfuls of the plush comforter while my back arches, my thighs flexing hard against his head.
Pure ecstasy fills my entire body and eventually I float back to earth from the high he’s given me. My back returns to the mattress, my legs fall off his shoulders and my hands leave the comforter to move across his bare shoulders and into his hair as he makes his way up to me.
“I’ll never question your sexuality again,” I joke and he captures my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine in a way that tells me he’s anything but sated.
“Good,” he mumbles against my lips. “But I think I’m going to argue my point a little further.”
His cock pushes into my opening and my legs instinctively open wider, wanting more of him. All of him.
“Shit.” He pulls away. “Give me a second?” he asks and grabs a condom next to us on the bed.
“What are you, a magician?” I ask, watching him take it and slide it down his hard shaft.
He chu
ckles, reaching up and massaging my breast while he rolls the condom down his length one-handed. “I was a Boy Scout. Always be prepared.” He winks and then stays on his knees while his other hand cups my other breast. “You know you’re beautiful, right?”
I roll my eyes and move my head to the side. His hand lands on my cheek and urges it back so I stare at him. “You’re hot and adorable and so fucking edible.” He licks his lips at that and I swear if I was still wearing underwear they’d be drenched. As it is I’m soaked for him already. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me that I can take a bite out of you anytime I want.”
He slowly pushes his dick inside of me, purposeful and deliberate, watching my reaction as he fills me.
“Leo,” I sigh, my body giving in to him.
“You’re so fucking wet, this will be a true test of my willpower to take my time.”
I rise on my elbows, wanting and needing his mouth. “Take me how you want me. We have all day.”
A cat-ate-the-canary look crosses his face and he pushes the last inch of himself inside me until he’s seated to the hilt. My legs lock around him, and I buck up, desperate for the friction only he can give me.
Taking one of my legs, he places it to his chest.
“Oh, shit, right there.” My eyes close for the briefest second as he moves in and out of me at a pace that’s making another orgasm awaken inside of me.
Leo’s hands slide up and down my leg, his hips moving in perfect harmony with my body’s desires. There’s a brief tug-of-war in my head between wanting nothing more than to enjoy this moment and fearing what both of our expectations will be afterward. My climax builds and I lose myself, having no other choice but to erase every detail of today and every plan set up for tomorrow, because in this moment my mind is filled only with Leo Vaughn and how I’m finally getting what I wanted from him. I refuse to worry about what may or may not come in the future.
19
Leo
Teegan’s long dark hair tickles my chest right before her fingernails dig into my skin and we both cry out one another’s name. She’s been insatiable the past eighteen hours.
She falls on top of me, rolling off so I can take the condom off. “I used to fear my dick was going to break because I couldn’t have you. Now I think it might break from having you too much.” I kiss her softly and head to the bathroom.
We’ve ignored our phones and opted for room service last night in order to have each other within arm’s reach.
“Which problem is worse?” she calls out from the bed.
I walk out of the bathroom after disposing of my last condom. “I’d rather it break from overuse. Hands down.” I crawl under the covers with her and for the first time she has her phone in her hand.
“No phones, remember?” I reach over to grab it out of her hands, but she rolls to her side, out of my reach.
“Hold on.” She bolts up in bed, the sheet pooling at her waist.
I grab her breast, my thumb rolling over her nipple, but this time she isn’t falling into me, her eyes are laser-focused on her phone.
“Oh. My. God. Leo!” Her eyes light up.
“I like it better when you say it without your eyes glued to your phone.”
She sets the phone down, sliding down the bed, putting my head between her hands. “You’re being invited to dress the dogs at the Hamilton Dog Show.”
“I thought they didn’t wear clothes?”
“Yes.” Her hands drop, but only go as far as the back of my head, a spot I’m discovering she enjoys massaging. “The night before the big show they’re doing something fun for local dogs up for adoption. A fashion show with an auction that will go to a no-kill organization.”
“I’m in. That’s awesome. Is this because of yesterday?” I question and she rolls to her back.
“There’s one bad part though.” She stares at the ceiling instead of at me.
I roll on top of her, holding my weight on my arms so I don’t crush her. “What?”
She bites her lip and I bend down and take it between my own teeth, unleashing it from her grasp. She heaves for a breath under me. “You have to donate the apparel.”
I smile. “I see we have a long road of you getting to know me.” There’s nothing I love more than supporting organizations that help animals, especially dogs.
My lips meet hers and our tongues entwine like they have since yesterday afternoon. Soon, we lose ourselves in each other once again and everything else is forgotten.
I knock on her door with my suitcase in hand. “Teegan,” I say and knock again when she doesn’t answer.
The door swings open and her hair is thrown up in a ponytail. She’s wearing yoga pants and sweatshirt. No makeup adorns her gorgeous face, yet she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“Hang on a sec.” She reaches for her computer bag and trips, falling face first into the mattress.
“Slow down,” I say and chuckle.
Not skipping a beat, she hops back up on her feet, throws her bag crosswise over her body and grabs a hold of her suitcase, breezing past me and out the door.
“You sure you got everything?” I ask, shutting the door behind us.
“I don’t work like this,” she says, practically running to the elevator.
“Like what?” I catch up to her, my own suitcase bouncing along behind me.
Her suitcase tilts and falls to its side. “Great.” When she uses only the handle, the suitcase flips from side to side until I grab a hold of it and straighten it for her.
I place my hand on hers. “What am I missing here?”
“We stayed in bed way too long. I’m usually at the airport at least two hours before my flight in case something goes wrong.”
I smile and her eyes narrow. “Don’t.”
She starts walking again, but I take her suitcase in my own hands. “Don’t what?”
Her finger jabs the elevator button over and over again. “Don’t use that seductive smile to try to calm me down.”
“You know the elevator doesn’t understand urgency, right? You can press the button however many times you want, but the elevator will come when it comes.” I cross my arms across my body, probably baiting a reaction from her. I like it when she’s feisty. My dick really likes when she’s feisty.
I could count to three, but it only takes her two seconds to glare at me from over her shoulder.
“You’re trouble.” She’s trying to remain upset, but I can tell that when she looks at me all her fight dissolves and it’s proof to me of how much she likes me.
Before I have a chance to wrap her small frame in my arms, the elevator dings and the doors open.
“Thank God.” She sighs and grabs her suitcase, walking in.
“You know if we miss it, we’ll just get on another one.”
“Then we have to pay more money.”
“I got you covered.”
She’s standing right in front of the elevator doors, her foot tapping, her hand squeezing the handle of her suitcase.
The elevator doors open five floors from the bottom.
“Great.” She slaps her thigh and I worry that small vein in her neck might actually pop when it’s a family with three small kids that want in.
Each child has a piece of luggage with the same malfunction as Teegan’s—it just doesn’t want to stay on its wheels—which causes the mom to hold the open doors button. Teegan does her best to keep her position in front of the doors, but I grab the hood of her sweatshirt and ease her back into me.
She huffs when her back hits my chest, but she melts into me once my hand slides down her side and cups her ass. At this rate I think we’ll be joining the mile-high club on the way home. For the sake of the passengers of course, since she’s an anxious flyer.
A lifetime later, at least in Teegan’s mind, the elevator doors open to the lobby and I keep a hold of Teegan so she doesn’t try to sneak out before the family. She tosses me a dirty look over her shoulder and I
’d fear my death if I didn’t know I have the ability to put a soft look on her features with the orgasms I give her.
Once we’re clear, she exits the elevator and beelines it past the family in the lobby. The dad’s now kicking the suitcases to straighten them out and the baby strapped to the mom is wailing while she tries to wheel two suitcases.
“JKF airport. Fast,” Teegan tells the doorman.
He takes our luggage, Teegan slides into the cab and I tip the doorman before climbing in.
“Go, go, go.” Teegan’s hand lands on the glass that separates the driver and us.
The taxi zooms forward while I’m still closing the door.
“Sorry,” the driver mumbles when I meet his gaze in the mirror.
“You’re too slow,” Teegan says. “Once we get dropped off, we’re going to have to book it.”
I lift my wrist to check the time. “We have an hour before takeoff,” I say.
“We should have been there an hour ago.”
“Lucky for you, I’m a platinum member.” My wink melts her cool exterior slightly.
“Unless your platinum membership can stop the plane, I don’t see how that benefits us.” She leans back in her seat, looking out to the overcrowded streets of the city.
I cover her hand with mine, manipulating it until our fingers are intertwined. I give her a squeeze until she glances over. “Would you rather skip the bath and shower next time?”
A slow smile warms her face, but she tries to force it away. “I’m not saying that, I just like to be on time.”
I pull her over to me. We have at least fifteen minutes before we get to the airport. Hell, I wouldn’t mind spending another night in Manhattan with her, far away from our real worlds with real problems.
She slides over willingly, resting her head on my shoulder, and I kiss the top of her hair. “It’ll all work out.”
She tilts her head up to look me in the eye. “Promise?” she whispers and I get the distinct feeling we’re talking about more than the flight home.
