by Aly Martinez
"Oh, we aren’t together?" Leo asks with hint of annoyance in his voice.
I state the obvious. "We’ve known each other for, like, a week."
"So?" He reaches under the sheet draped around my waist, and with one very gentle stroke, he finds my clit. I was already turned on, but this has me desperate for more. "Ángel, you were mine from the first moment I laid eyes on you. Does this feel like ‘not together’ to you?" He begins rubbing those amazingly torturous small circles over my clit.
My head goes light as every nerve in my body begins firing—all aimed in one southern direction. "No," I whisper.
"It feels pretty together, doesn’t it? It feels like we are getting to know each other in every way possible. See, part of the reason tonight didn’t bother me is because I’m a jealous guy. And you know what, Sarah? I don’t like to think about other people getting to know you. Would you be okay with someone else getting to know me?"
"No," I respond immediately. The very idea of anyone else being with Leo threatens to send ice through my veins, but his continued rhythm between my legs prevents it. "I don’t share well."
"Good. Then we’re together. No one else." He leans forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth.
Together. Even if it is temporary.
Leo will be gone when he finds out all the things I’ve done. The old Sarah will once again ruin things for me. But that person isn’t here tonight. She isn’t the one straddling a gorgeous man. She isn’t the one he wants to be with, so for tonight, I’m ridding her from my mind, wishing I could get rid of her existence altogether.
Of their own accord, my hips start to grind into his hand. Leo pauses his movement and leans back in his chair. Curious about his sudden departure, I still and catch his gaze.
"I want to watch. Keep going." He slides his fingers through my wetness before moving back to my clit.
I push the sheet to the floor and begin rolling over his hand. Sparks surge through my body, and I throw my head back, my long hair cascading down to my lower back. I can feel it teasing right above where Leo’s hand is supporting me.
"Why are you so bold in some moments and timid in others?" he growls, suddenly pushing a rough finger inside me.
"Leo," I moan.
"Why?" he asks again, pulling out only to add another finger, stretching me almost painfully. Almost.
"Because, in some moments, I’m lost in myself, and others, I’m lost in you," I answer as I begin riding his fingers.
He hooks them forward inside me, finding a spot I completely forgot even existed. An orgasm begins to build inside me, pushing me to an unexplainable high. I can’t decide if I want to fall off the edge or remain on this peak for eternity. However, Leo decides for me.
He quickly removes his fingers. "Don’t come."
"No!" I cry out from the loss.
"Shhhh. I have an idea, ángel. Let me control this and give you what you want. Let me remind you how it feels to be taken so hard and so wild that you lose all inhibitions in the process." Suddenly, he slides his hand up, grabbing the ends of my hair and pulling hard.
I suck in a surprised breath just as he drags his teeth across the base of my neck. My hips are forced forward from the movement, and for a brief second, I find friction against Leo’s straining hard-on. That’s all it takes.
"Oh God!" I call out as the orgasm tears through my body.
I barely register him saying, "Fuck," before thrusting up, allowing me to rock against his cock while riding out my release.
"That wasn’t the idea," he whispers as I drop my forehead to his shoulder.
"Well, that’s a shame, because it was a really good idea," I respond lazily.
"I want to be inside you. No, fuck that. I need to be inside you. I need to watch my cock disappear inside you, not my fingers. I need to feel you pulse around me when you come, and I need to feel this dripping down me, not wasted on my fucking pants." He reaches down, running a finger through my wet folds before bringing it to his mouth for a taste.
I don’t care if it makes me easy or if it complicates things. At this moment, he could ruin my whole fucking life and that wouldn’t stop me from begging to feel him moving inside me.
"What happened to not tonight?" I ask wantonly. I just had the most amazing orgasm of my life, and here I am, desperate for more.
"I changed my mind. Give me your control. Lose yourself in me."
"I’m not sure I’d have any other choice."
"Good answer," he purrs before demanding, "Get up, Sarah. We’re going to the bedroom."
I lean back and find that my easygoing man is gone. As if someone flipped a switch, his expression is hard. Instinctually, I climb off his lap. The moment I find his eyes, I know exactly what he’s doing. My Leo is still in there, but this is not only the man who is going to make sure I lose myself, but also the man who will ensure that I never want to be found again.
LEO’S LOOKING at me like he wants to ravage me, and it honestly makes me a little nervous. He’s a beautiful, strong predator. If he wants to devour me like his prey, I won’t stop him. But I won’t make it easy for him to catch me either. He stands from his chair and very purposefully pulls his pajama pants to the ground. His length bobs as it’s freed.
I lied earlier. I’m willing to lie down right here in the middle of his office and allow Leo to eat me alive. Forget about the chase.
"Go. I’ll be there in a minute," he says, reaching down and gently stroking his cock.
Holy fuck. I’m not going anywhere and missing this show.
A very knowing smile tilts his lips. "Never mind. Come here, ángel."
My feet move of their own volition. However, my eyes stay glued to his hand that’s moving up and down over the dark, angry head of his straining dick. When I stop in front of him, he reaches his entire hand between my legs. Not just a finger like earlier. This time, he rubs his palm across my drenched sex, pulling away with a very strategic tap on my clit. I sway forward at the contact. He then resumes his long strokes over himself, using my release as his own personal lubricant. I groan loudly at the sight, licking my lips.
"I have to say, Sarah. I like the way you feel on my cock." He sighs and takes my hand. Placing it over his own, he begins moving at a slightly quicker pace. "That’s us. Together, ángel. You like the way we feel?" he coaxes me since my mouth has dried and I have clearly lost my voice in him as well.
I finally snap out of it and boldly say, "I wonder how we taste together." I might have given Leo permission to run the show, but that doesn’t mean I no longer get to participate.
"Jesus Christ. Suck my cock, Sarah," he orders.
Knees.
Hit.
The.
Floor.
I suck him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head before greedily taking him into the back of my throat. Maybe I was wrong; maybe I’m the predator in this situation.
My release lingers on his shaft, and I very carefully drag my tongue across it—savoring it with every stroke. It’s not my taste that sets me on fire. It’s the way it mixes with the saltiness of Leo’s arousal.
He threads a hand into my hair as I work his erection. I can’t remember the last time I did this, but if Leo’s breathing and cussing can be considered signs, I haven’t lost my touch. I’ve always loved to give head. There’s just something about the thrill it gives me when every stroke can turn even the biggest man into a puddle of ecstasy.
"Fuck, ángel," he cusses, and the way he calls me ángel with a strong, sexy Spanish accent makes me even more impossibly wet. I could listen to Leo speaking Spanish all day.
I slide his cock from my mouth and drag my tongue down to the base. Very gently, I swipe my tongue across the heavy sack between his legs. Then I lift a hand and begin massaging his balls. His entire body tenses, exposing the ridges of his six-pack.
"Definitely not a virgin," he groans.
I try to once again suck him into my mouth, but he stops me.
Tangli
ng his fingers in my hair, he tilts my head so that I’m looking in his eyes. "Go get on the bed. I’ll meet you in there in a minute." His voice is deep, gritty, and laced with sex.
I stand up very purposefully, my breasts brushing his chest and my nipples tightening at the contact. He runs his nose from the top of my head down to my cheek and stops near my ear.
"Don't be nervous. I promise I won't bite. I’m saving that for tomorrow night." He winks. When his lips lift into a sexy smirk, I can't help but grin at him. He reaches out and grabs the back of my neck, pulling me the rest of the way to him. "Go lie down on the bed, Sarah. Facedown, ass in the air." Then he kisses me quickly on the lips.
"I, um…" I mumble. I am completely confident in my own skin, but there is never anything truly comfortable about shoving your ass in the air while a man watches. I hesitate, but Leo lets out a growl.
"This is me taking control, Sarah. I’m telling you what I want and I promise you, ángel, I’ll make it exactly what you want too." His tongue darts into my mouth, extinguishing my nerves with every roll. "Go," he orders one last time.
Finally, my feet follow his directions. I take one glance over my shoulder on my way out, running my eyes over his strong, lean body, taking him all in. His eyes are hooded and burning with lust. His fingers twitch at his sides, and his hard cock jumps as I turn away.
Just as I get to the door, I hear him call out, "Oh, and put your panties back on. I’m looking forward to peeling those off again."
Suddenly, I’m looking forward to it too.
WHAT THE fucking hell am I doing? This so goddamn wrong, but I still can’t seem to stop myself. I know a lot about Sarah’s past, but I’m suddenly very aware that I know absolutely nothing about her personal life. I had no idea that she hasn’t been with anyone in seven years. Seven fucking years. How is that even possible for a woman who looks like she does? Men must be all over her.
When she let me in on her little secret earlier, I felt like the biggest piece of shit to ever walk the Earth—even more so than I already had. I’m terrified to tell her what I know about her. I can’t sleep with her and then tell her. She’s going to lose her fucking mind as it is, but now, I’m about to be a real asshole and fuck her first?
Goddamn it!
I have never wanted a woman more than I do Sarah Erickson. She’s a breath of fresh air to me. Maybe it’s because I have the upper hand—knowing her secrets and how to dance around them. But she’s amazing. It’s not all about the broken parts though; somehow, we just mesh.
She gets my jokes and I love hers. She’s smart and witty and challenging. I love spending time with her. It’s been, like, ten days and I’m already calling her my girlfriend like a fucking twelve-year-old with a crush to anyone who will listen. Yet I hold a secret that could potentially send her running. And I’m only partially talking about the things I know about her.
I have a shady-as-hell past too. I’m going to have to tell her one day how I really know Erica—and, even worse, who I really am. The last thing I need to be doing right now is burying my cock inside her. I shouldn’t have even made her come again in the office, but when she thought we weren’t together, it pissed me off. Sarah is different. I’m not usually anti-relationships or anything, but my life hasn’t been all that stable over the last few years. However, I’m a firm believer that, when you find someone who fits, you claim them. Immediately.
So, now, Sarah and I are together and I’m about to bury myself inside her—completely claiming her. Then, when the truth comes out, she will probably never speak to me again.
I’m on a fucking roll.
I close down my computer, turn off the security screens, and head down the hallway back to the bedroom. I need to lay her down and talk to her—tell her the truth and make sure she understands that I don’t care about who she used to be. Maybe I could even share a little bit about my past to reassure her. She seems to like it when I do that. It always puts her at ease to know that she isn’t alone. I’m sure I can figure a way to spin this to make her stay. We just need to talk before we…
"Fuuuuuck," I breathe as I walk into my bedroom.
True to her word, Sarah is lying facedown, her black-lace-thong-covered ass in the air, and she did me two better. She put on her heels and graciously left the lights on. She’s all but showing off.
Okay, so I’ll definitely figure out a way to make things work after I come inside her. Hell, maybe I never have to tell her. What’s one more lie on my conscience going to hurt?
I clear my throat. "Good girl," I purr, walking over to the bed. Running a hand up her back, I wrap it around the ponytail that wasn’t there a few minutes ago and give it a gentle tug. Perfect.
I am all about getting a little rough in the bedroom—especially when a woman reacts to it like Sarah does. I don’t get down with spankings or unnecessary roughness for my own sexual gratification though. It’s just not how I roll. I want my every move to enhance the pleasure for her. Never—ever—should they be painful.
Never.
"Tonight, when you dropped your dress in the kitchen, I didn’t immediately realize that this was a thong. However, ever since I found out, I’ve not been able to think about anything but seeing you like this. So. Fucking. Sexy." Releasing her hair, I trace my hand back down her back and over her rounded ass.
Sarah is thin, but somehow, she ended up with a fair amount of curves—her ass being two of them. I finally make my way down to her covered pussy. Sliding a finger around the lace, I drag it over her sensitive clit before dipping it inside her opening.
"Oh God," she moans a magical sound that speaks directly to my cock.
As much as I love the sight in front of me, I’m not taking her for the first time like this.
Leaning down, I place a wet kiss on the small of her back. "Roll over, ángel."
She quickly flips to her back.
"Legs open," I amend when she closes her knees together.
Without a single second of hesitation, her legs fall to the side.
Gorgeous.
I quickly strip her panties off. Dropping to my knees, I latch my mouth over her pussy.
"Ahhhhh, Leo!" she cries out, running her hands through my hair.
Sarah’s already come twice tonight, but I’m not about to make it three without my cock inside her. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to taste her first.
I lick and suck every inch of her pussy as her body writhes around me. She lifts a leg, draping it over my shoulder. She then gently rakes the sharp heel of her shoe up my back in the most deliciously arousing way imaginable.
Yep, I’m done. My patience is gone.
I stand up, holding her leg over my shoulder. "Other leg," I growl.
She obliges by placing it on my other shoulder. I bend over, supporting my weight with a hand on the bed, next to her head. My face is still covered with her juices, but Sarah still takes my mouth in a rough and desperate kiss.
"You on the pill?" I ask with my dick poised at her entrance.
"No," she answers.
I cuss to myself. Then I move to the nightstand and pull out a condom, making fast work of rolling it on. "Fix that shit this week. Yeah? Otherwise, I have a feeling I’m going to need to buy stock in Trojan," I say roughly, pulling her legs back over my shoulders and kneeling on the edge of the bed.
"I thought you were out of condoms?" she asks, reaching forward to drag her nails over my abs.
"Well, I forgot about the one I save for emergencies. Walking in and finding you like that definitely constitutes a national state of emergency."
When she starts quietly laughing, I can’t help but smile. God damn, she’s beautiful.
I begin to ease myself inside her and her laughter abruptly stops. Closing her eyes tight, she slaps her hand to the bed, fisting the blanket.
"You okay?" I pause to make sure I’m reading her correctly.
"Yeah," she whispers. "Keep going."
"Kiss me," I demand.
Her
eyes pop open for the first time since I pushed inside her. She gives me a sensual smile before replying, "Of course."
She slides a hand over my cheek and into my hair, placing her lips against mine in a reverent kiss. I slide all the way inside, filling her, as I catch her moans in my mouth. Strangely, I don’t want to rush this anymore. This was supposed to be fucking. It was supposed to be rough and wild, but with a single touch, Sarah has tamed that urge. I don’t want to tell her what to do or take control of it—I just want her. I roll my tongue with the same rhythm as my hips. Slow and steady.
It doesn’t take long before I feel her tightening around me. I immediately stop kissing her, wanting to hear the sounds of her coming yet again. That was definitely the truth earlier. I’ve never heard a more amazing sound in my life.
"Leo. Oh, God." Her body begins to quake as she pulses around my cock. "Leo!" she gasps as I pick up my pace, frantic to join her.
With one final thrust, I plant myself to the hilt and erupt inside her. "Sarah!" I call out as the orgasm courses through my body. Physically, I'm still buried inside her, but mentally, I've never been more lost.
Lost in the moment.
Lost in the sensations.
Lost in her.
I remove her legs from my shoulders and begin trailing kisses over her breasts and up to her neck.
"Mmm," she moans when I make it up to her ear, sucking her lobe into my mouth.
"Take a shower with me," I whisper.
"I don’t want you to pull out." She clenches her muscles around my softening cock.
"I don’t want that either, but I have to get rid of this condom. So how about this? Shower. Then I’m taking you to breakfast. Then we’re coming back and trying that again with you on top. Then we are sleeping half the day."
"It’s, like, four in the morning. We don’t have to get breakfast. We could just go right back to the ‘me on top’ part," she suggests, turning to capture my mouth.
"As tempting as that sounds, I need to refuel with some serious protein for what I plan to do to you."
