by Rena Marks
He whipped the silk over my head and I watched us in the reflection, me naked with tanned, muscular arms reaching around me and cupping my breasts. His hands looked so much darker against the cream of my skin. The tips of his fingers teased my sensitive nipples and I threw my head back at the feel of his tongue on my neck.
“I want you, Leo.”
I turned in his arms. Now I could see him fully.
“You can’t believe the things I want to do to you, Anjelia.”
He pulled my hair back, forcing my head backward. His mouth descended, urgent and almost angry. He swept my mouth with his tongue and I couldn’t catch my breath during the onslaught.
“You should be mine,” he growled. “Never forget it. You were meant for me. This will be so good, babe.”
We were moving now to the bed in the center of the room. Our bodies were mashed together from the waist down, his hands firmly holding my hips against his. His thighs pushed mine back, one at a time as we walked slowly. I sat on the edge of the bed and he kneeled before me. He spread my legs, gazing deeply at me. His eyes looked up at my lust-filled face before lowering again.
“You’re wet,” he said, dipping a finger into me. His touch was electric and I took a deep breath at the feel of his finger in my most intimate place. He curled his finger in me and stroked me.
“What shall I do to you first?” he whispered. “Taste you? Pleasure you with my mouth?”
I shuddered. I was almost ready to lose control.
“You know what, sweetie? This is my dream. I think I’ll do what I want.”
He brought his gaze back up to my face and I pushed him slightly away. “Stand up,” I commanded.
He stood slowly, watching me as I unfastened the top button on his waistband. I cupped him through the material and let my fingers trail over his enormous bulge to find the zipper. I unzipped slowly, sensuously and could swear that he grew even harder. I tugged at the pants, pulled them down and over his legs. When he stepped out of them, I was staring at the biggest cock I’d ever seen.
“You’re huge,” I said.
“I’m part animal.”
“The big, bad wolf?”
“The better to eat you, little girl.”
“Still my dream, Leo,” I reminded him, moving my hands up to his hipbones.
I bent my head and licked at him delicately. His erection throbbed with its own life and I encircled the head with my lips. He leaked pre-cum and I lapped it up, enjoying the taste of him.
“Anjelia,” Leo rasped, his voice alarmingly deep.
I placed kisses along the side of his length up to the base and then brought my mouth back down. His skin temperature was either hotter than usual or I was just used to Julian’s being cooler than normal.
I took as much of him as I could into my mouth. I sucked and swirled my tongue around his cock. He made deep, guttural sounds. His hand bunched in my hair and before I knew it he had pulled out of my mouth and was kneeling again, his mouth seeking mine as if he sought his taste from my lips.
“Figures the first time I kiss you and it’s in a dream,” I said when I could break my mouth away.
My legs were on either side of his waist as he was kneeling, his muscular chest in my plain view. I wrapped them around him as I let my hand curl around his biceps, solid and bulging under my grip.
“I tried to kiss you once before. You wouldn’t let me.”
“I didn’t know your kisses would be this good. I don’t want to stop,” I moaned, before opening my mouth to his onslaught again.
“You could have this during the daylight if you’d let me.”
I shook my head. “No, just cheek kisses in the daylight.”
“I’d like this dream to go on all night but it’ll be morning soon, and you’ll be waking up. I’m going to finish you, give you some relief. Something to remember me by.” He smiled as if knowing a secret that I didn’t.
Forcefully, he pushed me back on the bed and cupped my buttocks in his hands, lifting me and bringing me to his mouth. I felt the moist heat from his mouth on my most delicate flesh. There was no teasing, no tugging gently. Just a full-out sucking. My entire body seeming to be sucked into his mouth. The sight of Leo’s head between my legs was so sensual, I had to close my eyes, afraid the sight would make me climax.
It did.
The sensations started where his mouth was and spiraled throughout me. I was sucked into a vortex of colors and feelings as I exploded into his mouth. My muscles were contracting and quivering as I opened my eyes.
It was daylight in my bedroom. I wasn’t in the huge room of my dream, just my own ordinary bedroom, the one I fell asleep in. My body was still throbbing and trembling as I breathed deeply. When I calmed sufficiently, I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I stood on shaky legs to shower. What was that about, dreaming of Leo that way? I felt guilty. Leo was my friend, and Julian had been my last lover. A supernatural. That was all. Maybe I just missed the relationship I had with Julian. Yeah, that was it. I was as horny as hell.
* * * * *
The next day, Leo stopped by the gym to visit with me. I barely listened to his heartfelt apologies regarding Anna. I was hoping my face wasn’t flushed, recalling the dream I’d had about him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you weren’t aware of, uh, well, that you thought you were just friends, uh…you are but…”
“Leo, sweetie,” I tried to calm him as I pulled him down to the waiting-area sofa next to me. “It’s fine. Really. Anna's Anna. It’s not really a big deal.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. We’ll do dinner again, just you and me. Everything will be normal. You’ll see.”
Leo was quiet for a minute and then hostility filled the air.
Julian arrived.
I looked up to find the two of them staring at each other. The testosterone levels in the room jumped high enough to put hair on a girl’s chest. The air crackled with the tension.
“Julian,” I said gently. It broke his gaze from Leo. He placed a hand possessively around my arm, made bare by the sleeveless top I wore. I could take this one of two ways, he was either showing Leo I was his property or he was telling me it was time for our contact. I was leaning toward the “property” thing.
“I had a few minutes. I thought I’d spend them with you. I didn’t know you had company,” Julian muttered.
“That’s quite all right.” Leo’s voice was hard. “I was leaving anyway.”
He turned toward me, his voice softening again. “I just wanted to apologize for last night.”
“Leo,” I chided. “You have nothing to apologize for. Last night was fine, I had fun.”
“You’re sure?”
“Of course.” I leaned forward to kiss his cheek. I lingered for the briefest moment. His cheek was warm beneath my lips. Tempting and familiar, somehow. Julian kept his hand on my arm.
“I’ll call you, Leo.”
“Please do. Tonight,” he demanded.
I smiled a promise.
As soon as the door shut, I turned toward Julian.
“It’s not very polite to scare off my friends with your possessive hand around my arm. You don't own me,” I snapped.
Julian glanced at his hand as if he’d just noticed. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Why did you really come, Julian?”
“I’m hungry.” He leaned forward and kissed the shoulder his hand had been on. I shuddered as rapturous sensations coursed through me.
“Why was he apologizing to you?” Julian asked softly.
“He thinks he upset me last night by telling me that Anna was interested in me. As more than a friend.”
His beautiful lips curved upward.
“Do you want a snack?” I asked.
“You know I can’t resist you as a snack. I just have one question before we adjourn to the back?”
I nodded.
“Was it Anna who bit you the other night?”
I nodd
ed again. I’m sure I had a sheepish expression on my face.
“Was that before you knew of her, ah, orientation?”
“Uh-huh,” I admitted. “Otherwise I'd have said hell no.”
He threw his head back and laughed. I laughed with him.
I did remember to call Leo that night. I called about an hour before I left work and didn’t spend much time closing down since I was on the phone all that time.
He was in high spirits. It wasn’t my phone call, I was sure. It was confirmed a moment later.
“I have a new toy, Anjelia. I’m in it right now.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a brand-spanking new, only sixteen miles on the odometer, Lamborghini Gallardo.”
“Yum. Color?”
“Why do the women always ask that?” he scoffed.
“Color’s important. So is size, don’t let anyone tell you differently.”
There was silence for a second before he laughed. I’d never made a sexual innuendo to him before. My dream must have made me bold.
“It’s silver,” he said with the laughter still tingeing his voice, “but not just any silver. A deep, shiny color that tempts me to wear black leather.”
I grinned although he couldn’t see it. He was going with the flow, teasing me back. “I look good in black too.”
“Then I’ll have to pick you up. You want to see how fast this baby goes, don’t you?”
Fact was, I’ve never been up close to a Lamborghini, much less taken a ride.
“I think I would like a ride. I’m locking up the gym now. Meet me at my house?”
“Sure. How much time do you need?”
“Just long enough to put real clothes on instead of my sweats. Bye.”
He chuckled at my eagerness, before telling me goodbye.
I raced home, slamming through my front door like a whirlwind. I was flinging off my clothes, letting them land where they may, when I heard Leo call out at the front door.
“Anjelia?”
“Come in,” I yelled and then snickered because he didn’t actually need a formal invitation like a vamp did. “I’m changing. I’ll be out in a sec.”
The first thing I saw hanging in my closet—in the color black—was a pair of leather pants given to me by Anna during our shopping spree. That should do. I slid them up bare legs and looked for a top. I rifled through my now-full hangers and found a cute little silver top with little black buttons and leather piping down the sides and sleeves. Perfect. What a match.
I put the top on and remembered how much I liked it when it was in the store.
Anna must have found the pants and knew they’d match.
I left my bedroom and Leo rose from my sofa. I froze. Leo was in black leather pants.
Holy shit, Leo was yummy in leather. I’ve been around lots of the leather-clad, mostly vampires of course. His black shirt was drawn taut across his chest, with a cut-out gap exposing his tanned throat. A thin, silver chain wrapped around his neck, further emphasizing his tan. The sleeves were short, made to fold at his biceps.
Leo mistook my stunned reaction for surprise at our both being in leather pants. “Wonder what would happen if we tried to plan our outfits?” He chuckled.
“You look better,” I teased.
“Yes, I do,” he agreed.
It took me by surprise and then I swatted his backside with my little silver handbag.
I grabbed my house keys and we headed out to the brand-new Lamborghini.
“Wow. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?” I asked, awestruck.
“No.” His voice was quiet and I turned to him. He was looking at me, not at the car.
“Leo?” I whispered.
He smiled easily and clicked a button. The car door swung upward and the smell of new car filled my nose.
I inhaled deeply as we seated ourselves and then we were off.
“Mmm. Nothing smells like a new car.” I leaned back, closing my eyes.
“My queen would have had a new car whenever she wanted one.”
My eyes snapped open. “Funny.”
He laughed at me before showing me just what the car was capable of.
We listened to the radio as we rode. When a classic song started, we looked at each other. A grin was on Leo’s face and he cranked the volume so we could sing along. Thankfully, the music was cranked loud enough to drown out our singing voices.
One song led to another and when our throats were sore, Leo turned down the volume. Driving by a fast food restaurant, he swung the car into the lot.
“I’m hungry,” he said.
I laughed. “Leo, you can’t pull up to a burger joint drive-thru in a Lamborghini. It just isn’t done.”
“Well, I know enough not to park it.” He grinned. “We’ll grab something quick and we’ll eat at your house, okay?”
“Okay, fine. But they’re going to think I have a cheap date.”
He laughed but couldn’t answer since we were at the loudspeaker. He ordered and my eyebrow rose at the amount of food. And the fact that he hadn’t asked me what I wanted, merely ordered for me.
When he finished, he turned to me. “What will you have?”
My mouth dropped and he closed it with a finger tapped to my chin.
“I guess I’ll have another coke, cheeseburger and fries for my date,” Leo said loudly.
“That whole first order was for you?” I asked.
“You didn’t think I’d order for you without asking what you’d like, did you?”
“Um, no.”
“Liar.”
“Surely you can’t eat this much.”
“High metabolism. There are benefits to turning furry. Lots of benefits.”
I didn’t respond even though I was tempted to know about those other benefits.
We brought the food back to my house and sat on the sofa, spreading out the bounty on the coffee table. We clicked through several channels before flipping the TV off.
When we’d finished eating, and there was silence in the house. We both leaned back on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling.
“Leo?” I asked.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you for keeping your cool with Julian today. I know how hard it was.”
“Easier when I tell myself you’d cater to the underdog, so I’d be defeating myself.”
“So sure you’d win?” I teased.
He grinned back. “Seriously, I know you love him. It would hurt you for me to hurt him.”
“I do love him. No matter what he’s done, I can’t help myself.”
I turned to face Leo as he still stared at the ceiling. He reached his hand out for mine, holding it loosely. His hand was large and warm and we sat for a while, holding hands.
I tried again. “I think I’ll probably renew my relationship with him soon.”
“I know. But forgive me for not wanting to know the intimate details.”
He turned to look at me, his face tense. It broke my heart.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Call me if you still want to remain friends with me. I won’t bother you by forcing a friendship on you.”
“Leo, you’re never a bother. Of course I want to be friends.”
I wanted that look of stark pain to disappear from his face, especially knowing that I caused it. I leaned toward him and kissed him lightly. The way a sibling might.
“What do you feel for me, Anjelia?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“I don’t know. I care about you a lot. But what I do know is I love Julian.”
He rose and I followed, since my hand was still entwined with his.
“I need to get going. I work tomorrow morning.”
He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.
I wasn’t sure of his mood but I felt trepidation cloud my stomach. I frowned. I didn’t want him driving the fast little car this late, not in this mood.
A raw, antsy feeling made my arms and legs tingle. I couldn’t remember ever
feeling this strongly about something.
“Do you want to stay in my guest room? Less drive time means more sleep for you.”
“No, I’ll be fine.”
“Please.”
He looked at me, then really looked at me. “What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t tell him that I had a bad feeling about him leaving, could I? I’d sound like a nutcase.
Terror clenched my heart at the thought of losing Leo. “I don’t know exactly.”
His eyes narrowed. “You've broken into a sweat and I can hear your heart thundering. Are you afraid of being left alone?”
I nodded. It was a lie but he would be more likely to stay if he felt he was protecting me rather than saving himself.
“Okay, I’ll stay.”
I tried not to look overly relieved as I showed him the guest bedroom. I turned down the bed for him and showed him the spare toothbrushes and razors in my bathroom.
He stripped off that tight, sexy shirt and stood bare-chested, never even thinking twice about it.
The leather pants rode low enough to show each cut of muscle on his abdomen.
There were a lot of ridges. I was staring when I realized he’d caught me.
“I don’t have anything for you to sleep in, unless you’d like one of Julian’s–”
“No. I sleep au naturel. Warmer temperature, remember?”
He sat on the bed. I turned to leave the room.
“No goodnight kiss?” he asked.
I turned back to him. Temptation was strong. Tomorrow I would be back with Julian. And I was so grateful that he’d be safe tonight, in my house. And yes, I know I was justifying.
He watched as the conflicting emotions crossed my face. I sat on the bed next to him and cupped his face in my hands. I ran my fingers against the stubble on his jawline and slowly pressed my lips to his…
Leo was familiar to me. Safety, protection and passion all wrapped up in one warm, hard package. My mouth devoured him, wanting, taking and satisfying its curiosity. His taste was tantalizing, making me liquefy inside. My hands left his face to wander over his chest and then lower, to the abs that had always tempted me.
They rippled beneath my touch. We were both panting at this point.
“God, Leo. I can’t resist you.”
He took my hand and pressed it over his chest. His heart thundered under my palm.
