by Deena Bright
I hook my thumbs in to my pajama bottoms, meeting his gaze with my own. I moisten my lips, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath he takes. I wiggled my hips as I slide my bottoms over my hips and down my thighs. I let them fall the rest of the way to the ground and kick them in his direction. He catches them and tosses them to the side.
“Now what, Leo?” I ask, waiting for his instructions.
He motions for me to come to him. I comply. He kisses my neck. His hands palm my breasts, squeezing them together as his tongue trails along my cleavage. “This is… everything… everything I’ve ever dreamed about. You’re so sexy,” he admits, groaning as one arm reaches around to unhook the clasp of my bra. Thinking I would have to help him, I begin to let go of his neck when my bra slackens around my body. He unhooked it with one hand, while the other explored underneath the material of my bra. My nipples harden with each touch. Leo’s a little more talented than I gave him credit for.
I step back, out of his reach again, and let the bra slide to the floor. I’m overly eager to be his guinea pig, to let him explore me for the first time. Walking toward me, he puts his hands on both sides of my thong and waits again, “May I?”
“I said, ‘anything’ Leo.” is my only response.
Yanking the material with each hand outwardly, Leo tears the thong completely off me. I marvel at his force, feeling an intense heat surge through me. I’m wet, dripping with desire and need. Turning me around, he pulls me against his chest while kissing my neck and rocking from side to side as he does so. Leo’s hips move against my naked body as he maneuvers his erection into the crack of my backside. His little dance has me spinning inside.
Leo’s hands knead my breasts, tugging lightly on my nipples. He places my nipples between his fingers and rolls the hard buds around his thumb. When he squeezes them a little forcefully, I whimper. He releases them quickly and then continues this manipulation, repeating his routine: force, remove, soft, and repeat. Each time he does so, my nipples harden and grow further. I raise my arms and hook my hands behind Leo’s neck, pulling his head toward me. I move and crane my neck to kiss him; his tongue greets mine. I want to turn to kiss him deeply, but I feel his hand travelling down my abdomen, and I want him to touch me, touch me there, to feel how wet he makes me. His fingers discover my opening. He twirls his fingers around inside me lightly, carefully. Then, he eases his finger out, only to slide it back in. His movements are slow and deliberate. He moves two fingers inside of me and begins rocking against me, forcing me to rock with him—against his hand. Each time he thrusts me forward, his hand pushes me back. I’m completely in his control, under his spell; my hips bow to his every command. Leo kisses my neck, and asks if I’m ready.
“For what?”
Leo circles around to face me again, his fingers still probing and exploring the whole time. Suddenly, Leo curls the two fingers inside of me forward, against the front of the small sensitive spot inside me. I release uncontrollably, losing strength and balance in my legs. He holds me against him, continuing to stroke the spot, while I flood his hand.
Not able to catch my breath, “Wha… wha… Oh my God, what was that?” I ask, breathy and stunned.
His dimpled smile flashes with arrogance as he proudly announces, “G-spot.”
Holy fuck, I’ve never experienced an orgasm without clitoral stimulation before. Amazing. Ground-fucking-breakingly awesome actually. Wow. Leo Cling is right; he knows how to please a woman, and thank the Lord, I am that woman. Still supporting me, Leo shifts and lifts me up, carrying me to the bed. Lying me down, he strips his shorts off, wearing only gray boxer briefs. The tantalizing “V” begs for touch, calling to be licked and worshipped.
I want to please him, want to give him the same pleasure he just gave me. I roll over and kiss him, running my hands along his chest and stomach, feeling every ridge of his muscled body. Taking my hand, he says, “No, don’t.” My face must reveal my confusion, because he explains, “I’m already going to be pretty fast. Let’s not add to it. I want to feel this for more than nine or 10 seconds.”
I giggle, loving his honesty. “Something tells me Leo that you’re not going to be a one and out kind of guy,” I reply. Kissing me again, I can feel his desire. He rebuffs me when I try to pull him on top of me. Trying to roll on top of him, he resists again. We continue kissing, tasting each other’s necks, chests, and mouths, not leaving one spot unchartered.
Finally, he says, “I want to try something. I think it’ll make it last longer. I won’t be able to get in too far.” I nod my approval, agreeing to whatever it is he wants to try. “Are you on the pill?” he inquires. I nod again, shoving away the thought that I was supposed to go off of it this summer in hopes of getting pregnant. Smiling, Leo places small light kisses on my face. “I mean, you know, it’s my first time, but I can wear a condom if you don’t trust me.”
I stop, feeling sadness wash over me, as guilt burns my heart. Sitting up, I say, “I trust you, Leo, but maybe you should.” He looks at me with confusion and concern. “It’s just that… I… I… don’t trust Marcus.” I hate that I’m the reason that this wonderful man needs protection—that he needs to protect himself from me. I certainly don’t deserve his trust, his praise, him. His virginity is special; why should I get it? I’m not that special.
Looking at me, he says, “Stop. Whatever you’re thinking, stop.” I snap out of my reverie and meet his gaze, guiltily. “I’ve wanted this longer than you could ever imagine,” he says, kissing me before getting out of bed. He gets his shorts, turns his back to me, and removes his boxers. His back is so big, so broad, but his waist is slim and tight. I crawl across the bed, kneeling up to reach his shoulders. I run my fingers up his back, dragging my nails back down his spine. I feel him shiver.
“Hold up! It’s not like I put these on every day,” he laughs, realizing he’s taking a little longer than expected. “I guess this is one thing I didn’t study.” I laugh, lying back on the bed waiting for him to finish.
Leo turns to face me before getting back in the bed. Holy shit. He’s huge, crazy huge. Not as big as… as… but huge nonetheless. I must looked shocked, because he smiles and says, “I know, right?” He’s adorable, nodding and beaming with pride. He smiles and laughs and then unexpectedly kisses my cheek and forehead.
“Very impressive, Leo, very.” I chuckle, clapping and nodding. This is actually fun. Sex has never been fun for me—until very recently. This is all very new to me, new and exciting.
He faces me and holds me close to him, kissing me hungrily. We lie down, facing each other, our arms wrapped around one another, kissing and tasting. Leo moves my leg and hooks it up over his hip, rolling closer to me. I can feel his erection at my opening, ready to penetrate.
“If we stay like this, and go slow, then I think I might be able to hold out a little bit,” he explains. Wrapping my leg tighter around his waist, I pull him even closer, urging him in. He eases past the opening, moving in further. I gasp as he enters me, rocking my hips to meet him. He pushes further and moans with pleasure, which turns me on even more. “Better than I’d ever imagined,” he marvels, shaking his head and kissing me passionately.
“Leo, I love those sounds you’re making.”
“Then, keep listening, because I doubt I’m going to be able to keep this very quiet,” he moans in my ear.
I let Leo take the lead and meet his rhythm. The sensation is thrilling, slow and intimate. He watches my face with every movement we make; his smile fades as the intensity grows. We work together faster, thrusting against each other. His breathing increases as he picks up the speed. He tightens his arms around me, securing me tightly to him as he calls my name. I feel his muscles tense and his breath catches as he lets go with euphoric pleasure.
Holding me, he says, “I never imagined—”
“Imagined what?” I question, staring at his face, his concentration.
“That my first time would be more extraordinary than anything I’v
e ever experienced in my life before,” he confesses. I don’t know how to respond to such honesty. I kiss him lightly, lying my head down on his chest, feeling content and secure.
I feel connected to him, comfortable with him. It has been a long day, filled with drama and heartache. But then, in one moment, all things disappeared. Leo’s an incredible lover, filled with such passion. When he slips out of the bed, I watch him walk to the bathroom. Leo’s a mystery, an anomaly, always surprising me. But Briggs, Briggs is incredibly hot and confident, totally arousing. These two are the perfect combination of a man.
When Leo reenters the room, he notices my waning energy, and asks if I want him to go. With my eyes heavy and sleep quickly approaching, I shake my head, and whisper, “Stay.” Leo crawls in behind me and wraps his body around mine. I’m too tired, too spent, to protest the intimacy when he rubs my arms, tickling me lightly. The sensation is soothing and comforting. I drift off to sleep, with thoughts of both Leo and Briggs.
AT SOME POINT in the night, my body awakens before my head follows suit. I’m keenly aware of the hot, increasing pleasure between my legs. I moan, spreading my legs further apart, welcoming the fingers that are delicately messaging and probing my sex.
“Keep your eyes closed, stay in dreamland,” Leo’s breathy whisper is hardly audible. I moan my acquiescence, minutely moving my hips. Leo kisses my stomach, trailing down toward my navel. He circles his finger around my bellybutton, dipping his tongue lightly in. I moan again, keeping my eyes closed, drifting in euphoria. I yearn for his hands and mouth on me. He hasn’t yet tasted the center of my womanhood, but I’m already burning with desire for that moment.
Slipping his fingers into me, he whispers, “I can’t believe I can make you so wet.” His sincerity and disbelief send shivers of passion throughout my body. My nipples harden; my insides twitch.
“So wet,” I gasp quietly. He moves lower between my legs, his tongue following his body’s lead. Still penetrating me with his fingers, he lightly flicks my clit, causing my body to chill and my center to warm. “Ohhh,” I coo.
Taking my cue, Leo tastes me more, using his tongue to explore every inch of my womanhood, the center of my sex. He increases the pace, moving his tongue in light circles around my clit, and dipping it inside me every so often. The exploration is thorough and sensual. With his mouth still on me, tasting me, Leo senses my impending release and sucks my clit harder into his mouth. At the same time, he inserts his pinkie finger just past the opening edge of my anus. I moan with pleasure, with pain, with disbelief. No man has ever touched me there. The sensation is extraordinary, so forbidden, so pleasurable, so perfect.
“Relax,” he whispers, his voice raspy with desire. I release my tension, my muscles relaxing. Leo inserts his finger a little further, while his tongue explores me.
“Leo, please,” I can’t hold out any longer. He increases the pressure and pace, and I explode in climax. Simultaneously, my hands tangle around his hair as I grind into his face and mouth. My sexual prowess awakens, and I have to have him. Pulling his hair, I force him back up to my head, my mouth. I kiss him hungrily with abandon. I roll out from under him and sit astride his naked body. I chuckle when I realize he’d already put on a condom.
“Am I really that easy?” I joke, feigning anger.
“Just hoping,” he admits, leaning up to kiss me again. I return the kiss, but force him back down. I run my fingers down his chest, twirling them around the small amount of hair that surrounds his nipples. I tweak his nipples, waiting for them to harden; then I lick his nipple, pulling it into my mouth. He moans loudly and runs his hands along my breasts. His thumb rolls over my bud.
I don’t want to wait any longer, can’t wait any long. I position myself at the tip of his penis, waiting for his approval. He moans, shifting his hips, pushing his penis to meet me. I slide down on him, filling myself with his manhood. Sitting upright, I’m in complete control. He reaches up and massaged my breasts, and growls, “You’re so beautiful,” I feel the muscles within me squeeze their approval. Leo groans as I ride him.
His thrusts meet my own, as I grind and roll down onto him, lifting and lowering myself on his penis. “Lean back a little,” he orders. I reach behind me, and hold onto his shins just below his knees. “Do you feel that?” he asks. I nod, rocking harder on him. His erection is rubbing the inside front wall of me, stroking that sensitive spot expertly with his penis.
“Oh God Leo,” I scream, my breathing increasing; my pace quickening.
“Let go, honey, don’t hold back,” he say as his fingers find my clit at the same time his penis thrusts against my G-spot.
“Ohhh Leo, Yeeesss,” I cry, quaking and exploding on his penis at the exact time I feel him finish too. I feel him release as my muscles milk every drop of him into the condom. I collapse down on top of him. His arms wrap around me, holding me against him. Our breathing is in pace. My lids are heavy. I’m done, completely spent. Sensing my exhaustion, he maneuvers my body off and to the side of him, still holding me tightly. Leo strokes my hair and back until I fall asleep, securely in his arms.
THE NEXT MORNING, I roll over, reaching for Leo. He’s not there. Disappointed, I sit up and can’t believe my eyes. Leo covered the bed in an assortment of flowers from Jasper’s yard. There are flowers everywhere, a rainbow of colors. I can’t believe I slept through the entire ordeal. These two men are wearing me out. I hear movement in the living room, so I call to him.
Leo comes in with Smoothies and strawberries, and says, “I really didn’t know what kind of breakfast food you liked.” His sheepish dimpled grin gives me instant goose bumps.
“Awww Leo, that’s so sweet,” I say, biting into the strawberry he offers me . “You really didn’t have to do all this,” I say, indicating the breakfast and flowers.
Chuckling, he says, “I regretted it after I put all the flowers around you.” I give him a questioning look, coupled with a hint of disappointment. Clarifying himself, he explains, “Oh believe me, you deserve it, really deserve it. I just thought you looked too much like Rue lying there surrounded in flowers.” I lose it, laughing so hard my stomach hurts and my eyes tear.
“Seriously Leo, we have got to get you a Dan Brown or David Baldacci book, STAT.” I squeal with laughter. He crawls onto the bed and kisses me.
“You’re beautiful in the morning, especially giggling,” he compliments. Leo sits back on his heels, staring at me. My stomach flutters. “I wish I could stay here all day in this bed with you, but I have to run some quick errands and get more mulch and fertilizer.” Disappointment floods me, but then he promises, “I’ll be back later this afternoon. I’ll stop in, if you’re home.”
I nod, not really wanting him to leave. He makes me feel wanted, desirable. Worthy. Reluctantly, I get up to walk him to the door, and there are two packages on my porch. One is labeled: OPEN ME FIRST. The other one is labeled: OPEN ME 30 MINUTES LATER—AFTER GIVING IT SOME THOUGHT. They don’t have an address or a return label. Someone dropped them off.
Leo looks at me, questioningly. I shrug my shoulders and start to open the first one. There’s no other note, no indication of who may have sent it. The instructions are typed. Once I open the first box, I’m more perplexed than before I even opened it. Inside the box are three very strange items: an old Pinocchio puppet that no longer is a marionette, but lays limp, not connected to anything at all, a hallowed out guitar, missing strings, and tuning knobs, and the third is a tennis racket with the twine all cut out of the middle. The contents are almost spooky, broken and battered. Leo seems worried. I feel queasy. I have no idea what this could mean. Is this some cryptic message from Marcus? One of my students playing a prank? Vince?
Pointing at the other one, “I think you should open it now,” he says, concern in his eyes. “Or just let me.”
I know he’s right, so I slowly begin to open the box. Worry on his face, Leo takes the box from me and rips it open quickly. Inside, there is a brand new Pinocchio puppet, a
ttached to his marionette handles, a gorgeous brand new acoustic guitar, and a top of the line tennis racket. Thoroughly baffled now, I shrug my shoulders and shake my head.
“Are you sure you don’t know who would send all this or what it means?” Leo asks me for the hundredth time. Leo and I sat discussing the boxes for over an hour, trying to determine their meaning.
“Leo, you have things to do today. You should get going. I’m fine, really,” I beg. He’s so worried about me, concerned that there’s more to this display than meets the eye, that he hasn’t even attempted to leave and get busy with his day.
As I walk him to the door, there’s a knock at the front door. A delivery man holding a long white box with a red ribbon around it stands on the porch. Someone sent me a dozen yellow roses. “Who’re they from?” I wonder aloud.
“Is there a card?” Leo questions, insecurity increasing.
I find the card, and turn away from Leo to read the message. I smile at the words, my heart speeding up.
The card reads: I hope you got the riddle. Things are always better with “strings attached.” Always, Briggs.
I didn’t realize that Leo had come up behind me until I hear him sigh.
I spin to face him. His eyes are distant. A sad smile splays on his face as he shakes his head, and says, “It’s going to be a harder fight than I thought.” He kisses my forehead, and strokes the back of my hand. “I’ll see you later, Janelle.” He walks out the door, pulling it quietly behind him.
I can’t believe Leo covered me in flowers, and Briggs sent me a dozen roses with a box of brand new gifts. Cute, creative gifts. Who knew he had it in him? I would peg Leo as a hopeless romantic, but not Briggs. The softer side of Briggs is so warm, charming, irresistibly adorable. It’s unexpected and surprising. But the strong, forceful side of Leo is hot, sexy, and totally irresistible, which is also unexpected and surprising. What are these two men doing to me? How can anyone choose between them? I need to distance myself from them again, at least try to take the intimacy out of the sex. With Briggs, it can be animalistic and rough, but with Leo, I wouldn’t even have a clue as to how to take the intimacy out of sex with him. Everything about him is intimate and sensitive. I have got to find a way though, because I certainly don’t want to stop sleeping with him, with either of them, really.
