Lola & the Millionaires: Part One

by Kathryn Moon

  “Wha-? Um…thirty to forty-five—oh, fuck, Leo!”

  Leo hummed against my core as my hands fisted in his hair. His tongue was pressing up inside of me, and I gasped. Fuck. I thought I’d gotten eaten out before, but those guys were wimps and Leo was divine. His hands guided my hips with a gentle suggestion, and in a moment I was riding his tongue as it teased me open with the most sinful nudges and caresses.

  “Oh, god, Leo, please. Please.”

  I prayed more in a three-minute time span than I ever had in my life combined, my whole body tensed in a curve as I waited for the onslaught of filthy perfection to crest. Leo’s nose nuzzled against my clit, his tongue fucking me and lips slurping at the fruits of his efforts. I cried out, tugging on his hair, making him groan, my own shiver following like a sexual domino effect riding out between us.

  “Harder,” I whispered, almost ashamed of the word, of the rough edge that I feared even as it took me over into ecstasy every time.

  Leo moaned against my skin and one of his hands left my hip to wedge between us, replacing his tongue at a deeper angle. My voice was high and cracking, and then Leo dove in again, lips clasping over my clit, sucking hard on the spot until I bowed forward. My body lost its strength and its balance in the wave that rushed up my spine and over my head, and if it weren’t for Leo fastened firmly on my sex, I would’ve fallen right to the floor. He held me up, two fingers fucking into me as his lips continued the assault. I shouted through clenched teeth, vision flashing and pulse pounding. My hands slid from his tortured locks to brace myself against his shoulder, and Leo softened his touches as I shuddered through the aftershocks.

  I was ready to push him to the floor, settle myself on top of him, and ride him to the same spectacular finish he’d gifted me, when he pulled back and pressed me back to the door as he stood. I was weak-limbed as he gathered me to his chest, but I jumped when he needed me to, leaning in to suck my own flavor off his sweet lips.

  “Goddamn, gorgeous,” Leo whispered.

  I hummed my agreement as Leo carried me with shuffling steps toward the couch. He stumbled and I caught myself, finding my feet under my shaking legs, and marching forward, backing Leo to the edge of the couch and then pushing him down by my grip on his shoulders.

  “I’m going to get addicted to your taste,” he said, bouncing against my cushions, his cock bobbing against his stomach and leaving a drop of pre-cum on his muscles. He was thick for a beta, which meant he’d feel like a stretch for me for sure. I couldn’t wait.

  “I’m afraid I’m going to enable that habit of yours,” I said, grinning as Leo leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my mound, reaching around me to grab the condom. I settled my knees on either side of his hip as he fumbled with the packet, rushing to tear it open. “Can it be like this?” I asked, nibbling on my bottom lip.

  Leo looked up, the condom halfway on and his eyebrows raising. “You on top? Like I told you, that’s my topping of choice.”

  I laughed and covered my face briefly with my palms. What a perfect, wonderful dork.

  When his hands reached for mine, I gathered them together in one loose grip and then scooted closer on the couch, pushing his hands behind his head and against the wall.

  “Just for fun,” I said, so he would know this wasn’t something I was afraid of. I just wanted to watch his face as…

  I took his cock in my free hand, bending so my face hovered over his. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips and he hummed, finding my taste still there on his skin. Then I fitted him against my opening and our eyes locked as I sank down his length in a slow rocking rhythm.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, our panting breaths mingling as I rolled my hips, a whine caught at the back of my throat. “Too much?” he asked.

  “No. No, shit, you feel so good, Leo.” He wasn’t too much at all, he was perfect, like he’d been designed to nestle inside of me, make me feel like a completed puzzle.

  Leo’s smile was soft and his eyes were hooded as one of his hands slipped free from my grasp, cupping my jaw. I nuzzled into his palm and together we sighed as I took him to the hilt, rubbing myself against his base.

  “Good doesn’t even begin to describe,” he said, and I nodded, my eyelids drooping.

  I gave in to the urge, pressing my forehead to Leo’s and letting my eyes shut as I started to ride him. The drag of him was full and swollen inside of me, making sure I felt every fraction of movement between us.

  “Let me touch you.”

  I nodded and my palm flattened against the wall as Leo started a thorough exploration of my body with his hands, gripping and stroking, falling to my hips to urge me faster for a moment before sliding up to roll my breasts against his palm. His breath was on my neck, our faces close but resisting the urge to kiss again so we could focus on our bodies connecting.

  “I knew as soon as we started dancing. I knew it would feel this good.”

  I kissed his jaw and then sucked on the spot, discovering the flavor of him all over again, sweet and clean. I hadn’t had a clue. If I had, I don’t know that I would’ve flown from that bathroom, alpha bite or not. Remembering the moment, I leaned back and found the scar on his shoulder, tracing it with my fingertips. Leo held his breath as I bent my head, confused by my own impulse to press my lips to the spot. The kiss was slow and Leo moaned, his throat exposed as his head fell back, bobbing with a swallow.

  “It feels good?” I asked.

  “Your mouth anywhere feels good, Lola,” he rasped. He swallowed again and then added, “Yeah. Bi-bite a little?”

  My steady rocking on his lap paused as I considered the request, and I smiled as Leo twitched inside of me. I opened my mouth and set my teeth over the marks, biting gently.

  Leo’s response was immediate. His cock throbbed and his hand flew to my hips, tightening as he started to buck beneath me. I moaned and bit harder, and Leo released a slow, plaintive howl of pleasure, his hips racing and cock fucking roughly into me.

  I pulled away and Leo gasped as I wrestled us down into the cushions until he was flat on his back. I dove down again, this time scratching my teeth against a new spot, higher on his throat. Leo groaned, his fingers digging in, fucking me from below as I latched, sucking against his skin and grinding back into his thrusts.

  What the hell is wrong with you? the nasty voice whispered.

  “God, Lola, don’t stop.”

  Nothing, I answered for myself, sliding one hand between Leo and I to toy at my own clit. Our bodies came together with wet, noisy smacks, and Leo’s arms circled my back, holding me to his chest as he drummed inside of me, my fingers trapped and working myself into a desperate frenzy.

  “Come. I gotta feel you squeeze around my cock the way you do my fingers, gorgeous,” Leo gasped. “Come for me.”

  I released his throat, shouting and thrashing as lightning whipped through me. Leo growled as I clenched around his still thrusting length, and I bucked and rode out the electrifying pleasure until my muscles went loose and limp and useless.

  “Fuck. Can I—?” Leo sat up, still rolling into me, and he tried to turn us.

  He wanted on top.

  “Ye—yeah, you—” I cackled with laughter as Leo’s attempt to roll us over ran out of room on my narrow couch and we slid clumsily to the floor.

  I bounced on my back against my hardwood floors, but it was a soft landing. A moment later, I was breathless and Leo joined me, spreading my thighs open and sliding home again. My sexed-up sweaty skin slid and stuck on the floor as he settled over me, fucking me desperately with a tangled furrow on his brow, eyes fixed to my face.

  “Do it again,” he rasped.

  “Bite?”

  “No. Come again, Lola.”

  “I-I can’t—”

  Leo reared back, changing the angle of his thrusts, and his fingers found my clit, merciless and rough against the sensitive nerves. I shouted, chest rising and eyes squeezing shut, and a moment later Leo’s mouth was on my breast, sucking hard and bi
ting with his teeth, drawing a line of pleasure directly from my breast to my cunt. I throbbed around him, my hands skidding on the smooth floor as he fucked me, every bucking roll of his hips driving me squeaking against the floor.

  My legs circled his hips, and Leo was fast and rough between my thighs. His fingers took my clit in a pinch, and the fire in my blood was sudden and explosive. I came with a strangled scream, arms pulling Leo against me as he lost his wild pace with a series of deep, sharp kicks inside of me. He twitched on top of me as we went limp together, our breaths loud and uneven.

  “Holy. Shit,” I breathed, eyes opening huge to stare up at my ceiling.

  “Tell me that was romantic,” Leo said. “I promised myself we’d be really romantic when it happened.”

  A gasping giggle escaped me. “You fucked me against my front door, on my couch, and my floor, Leo. It was about as romantic as it can get.”

  He puffed against my throat, his body heavy but pleasant on top of mine.

  A soft knock sounded on my front door and the pair of us stiffened.

  “Um. Just gonna leave this out here for you guys. Uh. Go team?”

  I stared in shock at Leo and mouthed slowly ‘Oh my god.’

  “Thank you,” Leo answered to the delivery guy standing on the other side of the door.

  “Yup. Yup. Have a nice night! Nicer night! Have a nice time!”

  Rapid footsteps faded down the staircase and the laugh bubbled up from deep inside of me, a sudden floating happiness in the wake of three orgasms and the most absurd finish to sex I’d ever had. Leo’s laugh met mine and I gasped as he pulled out of me, leaving a wet kiss on my mouth.

  “Stay there.”

  “Naked on my floor?” I asked, more giggles rising.

  He grinned, kneeling over me. “Just for a minute. I’m gonna take care of the condom and grab us a sheet to curl up in and that pizza.”

  I sighed as he pushed up onto his feet and ran down the hall to the bathroom, deciding that sex on the floor was enough floor exposure for me, and I could wait just as easily on the couch. I was sitting up when Leo returned, streaking down my hall and tossing me my bedding.

  “You are not going to open that door—”

  He did. He opened it naked.

  “No one’s out—oh, shit.”

  He dove back in and shut the door, locking it behind him as he grinned at me. There were two red marks on his skin from my bites, and his hair was sticking up at odd angles from my fists. He joined me on the couch, sliding into the open spot I made for him in my tangle of bed sheets and comforter.

  “Someone was coming up the stairs,” he said, breathless and grinning.

  “You’re a little bit crazy,” I said, snuggling into his warm chest and draping my legs over his, tucking the sheet over my breasts for makeshift modesty.

  “I’m a little bit deliriously happy,” he said, leaning in and kissing my shoulder before pulling the hot box of pizza onto our laps.

  God, that smelled good.

  “Now I just need to stuff my face so I’ve got energy for us to do that again,” Leo said, opening the box. My stomach let out an audible growl as I was hit by a waft of greasy, cheesy, salty ambrosia.

  “Before or after that shower I haven’t had yet?” I asked.

  “During?” Leo suggested, eyebrows ticking up.

  “During is good,” I nodded, taking a slice from the box, my mouth watering as the cheese made a perfect stretch from the center.

  During was excellent. After the shower, with a couple hours of sleep and wandering, greedy hands was even better.

  “I am thoroughly impressed with your range,” I said, my cheek on Leo’s heaving chest.

  “My range…of motion?” he asked, catching his breath.

  “Mm. That too. I meant your range of sex stylings.”

  “Sex stylings?”

  “Yeah, you know. Rough and fast, fucking me across my living room floor? Check.” I made a little checkmark in the air with my fingertip and continued. “Better stamina than my building’s hot water tank? Check. Slow, intense, gropey bedtime sex? Check.”

  Leo caught my finger and drew my hand to his lips, kissing my palm. “Just so you know, I was going for ‘passionate’ not ‘gropey bedtime,’ but thank you.”

  I curled against him, pressing my giddy smile into his shoulder. This all felt so good, I sort of couldn’t believe it was happening to me.

  It can’t last.

  My smile settled and I closed my eyes, hoping the post-sex haze and another few hours of sleep might shut the nasty voice in my head up for a while longer. Instead I found myself thinking of Rake and what he’d said about the betas who chased his pack.

  “Hey, Leo?”

  “Hm, what’s up, gorgeous?”

  “How long do you think we can do this?”

  “I mean, I thought I was being pretty optimistic bringing six condoms, but if I need to run to the store, I will.”

  My lips twitched with another smile, but this time an ache followed in my chest. “I mean…if I can’t be around alphas, how long can it last?”

  Leo let out a long sigh, and I shook my head.

  “Fuck. No, erase that question. I don’t know why—”

  Leo turned and hauled me against him, his arms wrapped around my arms and my waist in a trap that bordered on distressing. But I held my breath and waited for him to speak, knowing if he let me go right now, I would probably run to the bathroom just to force space between us.

  “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping that with enough time, if we took things at your pace, that you might find yourself comfortable around my pack and I wouldn’t have to make any decisions like that. I…”

  “You’re bonded,” I whispered, and Leo nodded, his chin on my shoulder bumping against me.

  “Is that… Do you think that you’d be comfortable trying to be around them occasionally? Or do you know, right now, that’s never going to happen for you?” It wasn’t asked with any judgment, and I wondered what he would say if I said I knew for certain I never wanted to go to his home or be around his alphas.

  He might lie and say we could work around it, he might even say that and believe it, but I knew it was impossible. So instead, I tried to imagine myself lowering my guards. Not for everyone, but for Leo and his pack. I liked Cyrus, and there was something…comforting almost, about Matthieu.

  “You don’t have to answer now,” Leo said. “I know it’s probably something we should’ve thought about before tonight but I…it wouldn’t have changed how badly I wanted you.”

  It might’ve kept my heart from breaking if we fell apart sooner rather than later though. Except I didn’t want to think about not having nights like this with Leo again. Not having someone really see me the way he had when he found me earlier.

  “I think that I should try to be more open to your pack if that’s what you want, or they want, or—”

  Leo’s hands turned me to face him, and he sat up on his elbow. We could barely see each other, there was just a little light from the hall bathroom.

  “You mean that?” he asked, voice rising with hope.

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “Lola…” His head dipped and I met him in the drowsy, licking kiss. “Hmm… I think you must like me.”

  I laughed, and the slow trickling tension that had risen during the conversation faded away again.

  “I definitely like you,” I answered in a whisper, and I demanded another kiss, and then another, until we were coaxing each other to sleep with lazy grazes of our lips.

  Eleven

  Lola

  “I know what you’re going to say. But Lollipop, my queen, my goddess, please just consider. It’s the last day of fashion week. It’s gonna be the best, biggest, most amazing after-party, and I really think you’ve got to congratulate yourself and come with me. Now before you—”

  “Sure, I’ll go,” I said.

  “I’m sorry, you’ll fucking what?” Rake asked, makeup sm
eared over his face and down his neck as he dropped his third wipe to the counter and gaped at me in the reflection of the mirror.

  “I said I’ll go to the party,” I said, shrugging and trying to keep my smile under control.

  Rake’s eyes narrowed and he huffed. “Damnit, Leo already sold you on it, didn’t he?”

  I laughed and finished packing up my stuff before grabbing the wipes from Rake’s hands. “He did, but you were doing a really good job, so don’t feel bad. Let me do this.”

  Rake ‘pfft’d but the sound died off as I turned his chair to face me and tipped his chin up, washing away the remaining streaks of makeup with gentle, thorough sweeps.

  “Leo’s been walking around all day every day in a total daydream. Day-sex-dream. He’s very smug about how well laid he is, basically,” Rake muttered as I washed around his lips. “I’m super jealous, by the way.”

  “You have a pack. Fuck your alphas,” I said.

  “I’m not jealous of you, I’m jealous of Leo getting to sex you up.”

  I blushed and shook my head. Rake’s brand of flirtation was more aggressive, and I wasn’t really sure how to respond most of the time. Especially not when we were this close together and he was lounging back in his chair like he was just waiting for me to climb onto his lap, those glass green eyes watching my every move.

  I blinked and leaned back, aware of the warmth in my cheeks. It’d been a few nights since Leo had stayed over at my place, and I was surprised by how eager I was to have him back in my bed. I’d kept my bar flings in a careful and strict routine, and those had been messy and brief. Even before meeting Buzz, I usually had a craving for sex and once it was satisfied, I was good for a few weeks until boredom set in again.

  Now, it was different. I wasn’t craving the release so much as I was craving the time with Leo; the touching and teasing that led up to sex, the connection during, and the gentle pause on the spinning world as we curled up together after.