Leo
If I hadn’t already developed feelings for Elise, after watching her in that film, there’s no doubt I’d have immediately fallen for her. It was strange—I knew it was her because it looked like her, but in every other respect, the woman on the screen was a different person from Elise altogether. It showed what a wonderful actress she is. I can see why she was Oscar nominated for that role.
I’m sad she had to walk away from acting because of her ex-husband, but I can understand what she meant when she said she didn’t miss the fame side of it. The celebrity was one of the reasons I was reluctant to do the dance show in the first place. I didn’t want to have that added pressure on me. I’d seen what it had done to some of the other participants in previous years. One season, a dancer on the show married his professional partner, but they split the following year when he fell for the celebrity he’d been paired with. The pressure on him was unreal. Having an affair wasn’t good, but he didn’t deserve the intrusion into his private life that he experienced—none of the parties involved did. I was especially nervous about being the new boy on the show, but so far, it’s been all right. Long may it stay that way.
Settling Elise down into her bed, I climb under the sheets in just my workout pants and pull her against my body. I’ve been hard for most of the evening. I can’t help it when Elise is around. She’s sexy as hell, and I’m a hot blooded man. However, I’ll respect what she said to me. I would never push her any further than she wants to go. I’ll just have to jack off tomorrow before we start training. Maybe I could nip to the bathroom now and rub one out?
“What are you thinking about?” Elise inquires as she lays her head on my chest.
“Man things.”
She chuckles softly.
“I’ll never understand a man’s brain. It really does work differently from a woman’s. I was once asked if I could take on the role of a transsexual. I said no because I didn’t think I’d do it justice. I was glad I didn’t in the end because the person who did do it was awful in the part, and they haven’t acted in Hollywood since. It’s far too judgmental there to survive bad reviews.”
“I think you would have been great in the part. Men are simple creatures really. Give us food, drink, and sex—we’re happy.”
Elise falls silent and doesn’t reply to me at first.
“Am I being unfair asking you to stay here without giving you anything in return.”
“No, not at all. I’m enjoying just being here with you, Elise. Yes, you can probably feel my dick has other ideas, but that’s because he really likes you. I don’t have to listen to him, though. All I want to do is hold you and show you how much I adore you.”
“Why did you never come back to America?” Elise blurts out.
I’m surprised she’s not asked before.
“I don’t know. That’s the honest answer. Between my time training in London and helping mamá out in Spain, it just never happened. I intended to—I really did. I never wanted to lose contact with you. I’ve always loved you, Elise, but my mamá needed me. My father broke her when he left.”
“There wasn’t a day that went by I didn’t think about you. When things were at their worst with Simon, I imagined you coming to rescue me. I could curse fate sometimes. Why did we have to be apart for so long?”
“Maybe we needed to learn first. We had to grow up and find a life without each other before we could have a life together.”
“I pray that’s true.”
Elise lets out a long sigh. It’s filled with regret but also hope. I only wish the lessons she’d learned didn’t have to involve painful beatings from the man she chose to give her heart to while I wasn’t around. Simon was her husband—he should have worshipped her completely not degraded her. I grind my jaw together to dispel the anger growing within me.
“What’s wrong?” Elise strokes her hand over my chest.
“Nothing,” I reply curtly.
“You forget, Leo, I grew up with you. I know most of your tells. Grinding your teeth means whatever you’re thinking about is angering you.”
“It’s honestly nothing to worry about. I guess I feel a little guilty that I couldn’t stop what happened to you. Maybe if I’d tried harder to stay in contact, it wouldn’t have happened.”
“No, you stop thinking that now. For a long time I loved Simon, and when he started beating me, I chose to stay. Ever since I left him, I’ve tried not to look back with any regret or sadness. It was a traumatic part of my life, but I survived it. Now I’m looking forward to the future with Izzy, and whatever else comes my way.”
“My positive girl.” I tilt my head to kiss the top of her head.
“Always.”
“Elise, I know you said you didn’t want to do anything with me, full sex wise, but can I taste you?”
I’m possibly pushing my luck, but I remember a time when Elise and I were allowed to sleep in the same bed together by our parents. Our first sexual encounter had me going down on her. It was the single most exhilarating moment of my life…well, until we gave each other our virginities. That was much cooler.
Elise doesn’t answer at first, but eventually she reaches out and takes my hand and places it between her thighs. I can feel the heat already pooling there through the fabric of her plaid pajamas. They were always her favorite.
“Be gentle with me, Leo.”
“I will.”
I shift Elise out of my arms and lay her flat on the bed before lowering myself down between her thighs. I can smell her desire, and it makes my dick so hard it could pound nails into the toughest wood, but I won’t push her.
I reach into the waistband of her pajama bottoms and start to lower them down her thighs. I can see her pussy is still as neatly trimmed as it used to be.
“Gorgeous,” I murmur.
Elise must panic because I see her eyes go wide as a thought suddenly hits her.
“No,” she says and grabs my hand.
I instantly stop and sit back.
“Talk to me,” I urge. Her pajama bottoms are halfway down her legs. She’s completely frozen in place and isn’t even attempting to hide herself from me. “Elise.”
“I might not be as pretty as I once was down there. When I had Izzy, I tore and had to be sewn back up. Simon said it was my fault for demanding natural childbirth instead of a caesarean like any normal Hollywood star.”
My top teeth grind against the lower ones again, and I’m sure my jaw tics with anger.
“Elise, listen to me. Your pussy is mine. It always has been. It gave life to an amazing little girl, and there’s no way you could be blamed for choosing to do things naturally. Let me give you an honest opinion on how pretty you are there.” I flick my eyes down to between her thighs. “Because from here it’s looking damn fine.”
Elise lets go of my hand and apologizes as she does.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t ever be sorry. Talk to me always.”
She nods and lays back down on the bed.
I finish removing her pajama bottoms and throw them onto the floor. I inhale her seductive smell again. It’s like the finest honey—sweet and completely feminine. My tongue darts out and traces a path up her slit. There’s no evidence of any damage to her perfect pussy from having Izzy. I knew there wouldn’t be, but I’m sure Simon would have told her there was. Another reason to punch him in his face if I ever get to meet him. Concentrating on the task at hand, I retrace the path of my tongue before pushing a finger inside her. Still as tight as I remember, I can’t wait to thrust my dick deep inside her and feel her come around it. I wonder if she’s on the pill? Maybe we can both get tested, and then we can do it without the condoms this time…I’m getting far too ahead of myself.
Pushing a second finger inside Elise, I concentrate on her clit peeking out of its hood, enticing me to play with it. My tongue flicks over it fast and then slow, tantalizing and teasing the writhing woman under me. My fingers pump in and out of her as she moans with
lust filled groans.
“Leo,” she murmurs breathlessly, and I know she’s on the edge of her orgasm.
I press harder on her clit and then use my teeth to nip at the bud. Elise takes off, her body clamping down on my fingers and pulling them deep within her. The essence of her orgasm flows from her, coating my mouth in her juices. I lap up every last drop until she settles back down with a long, contented sigh. Withdrawing my fingers from her slowly, I don’t bother giving back her pajama bottoms. Instead, I settle her against my body so she can feel my hardness, and I cradle her until she falls asleep. I eventually join her, knowing the missing part of my life is back where it belongs.
Chapter 13
Elise
“The flow in the rumba is the most important thing, keeping the hips moving but the torso erect.”
Leo maneuvers me back into the starting position for our dance. I’m finding it a little difficult to look him straight in the eye this morning after last night. It’s Leo, my Leo, but I feel strange. It’s been fourteen years since he last brought me to orgasm, and to be honest, I think it’s been fourteen years since I last had a good one that I didn’t give myself. Simon wasn’t the most attentive of lovers except to his own needs, especially at the end. Why does this feel so weird?
“You need to look at me as well, Elise. It’s part of the dance. We have to keep our eyes on each other.”
I gradually raise my eyes up to his handsome face. My heart beats a little faster, and my palms start sweating. Leo takes his position and calls for the music to play on the voice controlled unit. The opening bar of ‘Falling Slowly’ starts, and I begin to move seductively around Leo, twisting and turning in the dance style of the rumba. I push my body up tight against his, and I feel his hardness against my thigh. He steps back but messes up the step and curses loudly.
“Alexa, stop,” he shouts angrily, and I step back. His hands are shaking, and he walks away in silence to grab a drink of water. When he returns, he puts me back into position without saying anything and starts the music playing again. I repeat my steps perfectly, but when I push into his body this time, he jumps back like I’ve given him an electric shock. He stops the music again. “I won’t be a minute…I need to go to the bathroom. Get some fluids in you while I’m gone.”
I grab his hand as he turns to leave the room. I don’t need to be a mind reader to know what he’s going to do. He’s struggling to control his need for me at the moment. It’s blatantly obvious in his workout pants.
“Leo.” My voice cracks a little, but I step closer and lower myself down to my knees in front of him.
The thought of him having to hide away to relieve the ache I’ve caused gives me the confidence I need. A memory lingers in my head of Simon forcing me to suck him off once. He held my head so tightly he made me gag as he found his satisfaction. I hated every minute of it and vomited straight afterward. But then a more distant memory resurfaces of the time I pleasured Leo with my mouth when we were younger. My feelings about it were very different that time, and I swallowed everything he gave me with pride.
“Elise, what are you doing?”
“Returning the favor.”
My eyes flutter to his, and I stare up at him in just the way I should while dancing the rumba. At the same time, I lean forward and dip my hand under the waistband of his pants. He groans like he’s in agony.
“Elise, you don’t…”
I lower his pants, and his dick springs free with a bounce. Then wrapping my hand around his shaft, I grip him tightly.
“I want to,” I reassure him, and leaning farther in, I flick the tip with my tongue. He’s even bigger than I remember. The veins running up the length are engorged with his desperate need to come. “When was the last time you came?”
Leo’s words sound strangled as I rotate my hand up and down his length.
“Twice this morning in the shower, and once when we took a break earlier. The damn thing won’t go down. It’s like someone’s given me Viagra or something, but I know it’s just because I’m dancing the rumba with you. All he wants is to be buried deep in your pussy. I’m sorry, Elise. I’m trying, but it’s hard.”
“Very hard,” I jest and stroke a little more firmly.
“Oh, Jesús.” Leo’s words are heavily accented with his Spanish ancestry now. “I don’t think I can last much longer. Mierda.”
I lick the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum there before lowering my mouth over his length. He shudders, and I feel the muscles in his legs tense. I continue to move my mouth up and down his shaft, coating it with my saliva. Leo starts to wrap his hand around my ponytail, and I freeze for a moment.
“I won’t hurt you. If you want me to stop, tap my leg,” he orders, and his words are enough to reassure me.
It’s as though he can read my thoughts without me having to articulate them. He knows me, and I know him. We’re kindred spirits. I relax and move my mouth faster and faster up and down his length while intermittently flicking my tongue over the tip. Leo grunts with his growing pleasure. When I move my hand to cup his balls, which are hanging heavy between his legs, his whole body lets out a feverish shudder.
“Elise, I’m going to come. Stop if you want to. I’ll finish myself with my hand.”
When I first started this, I thought I wouldn’t want to swallow him down, but I do now. I want every last drop he can give me. Leo brought me to orgasm last night with his mouth, and I’m going to do the same for him. I bury him deep at the back of my throat as the first spurts of hot cum erupt from his dick. I take it all and savor the taste. He’s salty but not bitter. He’s my Leo. He’s familiar. I stare up at him as I watch him orgasm. It’s a beautiful sight. Eventually he finishes. His head falls back, and his eyes shut as a long exhale escapes from deep down in his throat.
“Fuck me, I think I just expelled every last bit of cum I have left in my body. Seriously, my dick’s got to sleep after that.” Leo’s legs give way, and I help him lower himself onto the dance floor. He wipes his thumb across my mouth where I can feel saliva coating my face. “Thank you, Elise.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I wanted it just as much as you did.”
Leo fidgets around and tucks himself back into his pants before leaning forward and kissing me.
“The last thing I feel like doing is dancing now.”
He collapses back on the floor and shuts his eyes.
“Oh no you don’t,” I tell him as I get back up to my feet and move into a perfect starting position for our dance. “We have a competition to win, Señor Westwood. Up and at ’em.”
Leo groans and reluctantly gets to his feet.
“Alexa, play.”
This time we run straight through the dance flawlessly.
Chapter 14
Leo
After a full day of practice, I send Elise home for a rest while I tidy up the studio. We’ve nailed the dance completely, and I’m beyond happy. The rumba is one of the hardest dances for a celebrity to score good marks on, and after two tens last week and finishing top of the leaderboard again, I really want to make sure we stay in that position. Having stacked the chairs, I place my water bottle and towel into my bag. I’ll shower later when I get home.
Coming four times in one day has left me a little tired. I’m not the young man I once was. Yawning, I swing the bag up over my shoulder and prepare to leave the studio, but as I head for the door, I’m stopped by the appearance of a smartly dressed man. He has designer sunglasses over his eyes, and when he pulls them up, something seems vaguely familiar about him, but I can’t place it.
“Can I help you?” I question politely and place my bag back down on the floor.
“Are you Leo Westwood?”
I nod my head,
“Sí, that’s me.” I can’t help the Spanish that creeps into my speech sometimes. It’s normally when I’m tired. It’s the language I always use when speaking to my mamá, but I use English with Elise and her family. “How can I help you
?”
“You can stay the fuck away from my wife and daughter. That’s what you can do.”
The man bears down on me with an angry expression on his face.
“Woah.” I hold my hands up in the air. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I can assure you whoever your wife and daughter are I’m being nothing but a gentleman with them.”
“Like hell you are. I know your type.” The man is getting really irate now, and I’m still none the wiser as to who he is. “They aren’t yours, and you’ll stay away from them. Nobody has a say in their lives except me.”
“I think you’ve got the wrong person,” I tell him. I’ve still got my hands where he can see them. In my head, though, I’m trying to remember where I left my phone in my bag and wondering how quickly I can get to it if needed. Is this guy on drugs or something? He’s certainly got a case of mistaken identity. “Why don’t we go to the café over the road and have a chat about this?”
The man laughs and comes closer to me. I take a few steps back. I don’t want to get in a fight with him. We’d be a good match for each other. He looks pretty muscular. However, I want to avoid a physical confrontation as much as possible.
“Do you know who I am? I’ll squash you like a fly if you try to make an imbecile of me,” the man growls at me. “Elise certainly is slumming it with a fool like you. Stupid whore.”
“What the fuck?” Ok, maybe I’ve changed my mind about smashing this guy’s face in. It suddenly dawns on me who he is—he’s Elise’s ex-husband. I thought he looked familiar. I’ve seen him in the films the other dance professionals watch. As much as I want to give him a taste of his own medicine and beat him into submission, I need to stay in control. “Now I know exactly who you are, and I rescind my offer of having a talk over coffee. Get out of here now before I call the cops.”
“You don’t get to speak to me that way. I’m warning you little man, stay away from my wife and child.”
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