by Abby Angel
He leans over me for a kiss and says, "You will never forget that, right? Now you're mine. I consider this a testimony to us and to how good we could be together. I want to be the only guy you fuck. No one besides me, okay?"
"Leo, I don't want anyone else." My breathing slows. “That was fucking amazing.” I can’t believe how possessive he’s being…or how much it turns me on.
“See, I told you sex in a public place was fun.”
“It was definitely that.”
“So, now we’ve had our first time . . . I wanted it to be memorable.”
“I’m glad it was. I can’t believe I did that, but I’m glad it was memorable with you.”
He stares at me intently while we both get dressed, and it seems like there’s more to say, but I don’t know how to fill the gap without giving away too much about my emotion toward him. After this, I realize that this is something I really want. I could fall for this guy; I just hope I don’t get hurt.
Because that's the truth. I already know Leo could hurt me. Barry messed up my life, but I figured out how to clean up that mess. No, Leo wouldn't mess up my life. It would truly, genuinely hurt to not have him be even an ounce of what I want him to be.
It’s hard to trust what I feel. When I met Barry, there was a sort of air of something...like it was supposed to fit? I mean, it never actually felt like Barry and I did fit. I certainly never felt chemistry, and I just...well, I wasn't that sexually attracted to him. I mean, I would have had sex with him, but he never wanted to.
And now...the explosive sex with Leo. In a damn bathroom.
Okay, so how out of line would it be for me to call Gerri about this? I so have to avoid talking to my boss about this. Thank goodness I can tell you, because holy crap, that was like nothing I've ever felt before.
I mean, I know I'm still coming off my sex high. But that was so incredible. I mean, I hope that Leo felt what I did. I mean more than the cock-squeezing, thigh shaking, massive cum erupting from my body orgasm. I feel something for Leo. I really think it’s more than just lust. Though, oh boy, that lust is really something. I think I need to crack open some of that liquid courage that I keep in my desk for occasions like this, but I generally reserve for the tougher days.
Before you get too judgmental, you should know that the bottle of Johnnie Walker in my desk was a promotion gift from Gerri.
She's the one who told me longer lunch breaks are sometimes necessary. I kinda think that she would agree with me if she had any idea of what I was up to.
Elena
Leo and I are walking back to my office after our really intense sex in the bathroom. I'm so happy I get to spend this extra time with him. He was so fucking good in there, and I had no idea that I could come so hard and from such deep places within myself. Leo definitely brought that out of me. This lunch turned into a bigger experience than I imagined it could've been. I feel super high on sex and my body is like walking on air.
I have deep feelings for Leo. It began the moment I saw him, and now it's growing. I feel better than I have in so long. He did that to me. He took my mind off all my worries and gave me pleasure like I didn't know I could ever experience.
As we walk and talk on the way back to my office, I can't help but compare Leo to Barry. There is such a profound difference between the two. Now I don’t remember what I ever saw in Barry. It was obviously just a big mistake in my life and one I would never repeat again now that I know what great sex feels like. Being with Leo makes me never want to look back. He is everything that Barry isn't, and that makes me want to move forward with him.
Leo leads me through the parking lot of my office and as we walk past my car I see something terrifying. There on my rental car is a note saying, "YOU’RE MINE," and with it is a rose. It's like a scene out of a horror movie, but Leo jumps into action to secure the area and to protect me. Before I even realize what's happened he's calling for backup and squad cars start appearing as if from nowhere.
Fear grips me and I can’t help the steady flow of tears that fall. Leo notices immediately and tries to comfort me. "It's alright, Elena. Look at me. I've got this. Okay? He'll be behind bars soon. Just hold it together!”
He commands his officers now in the midst of my despair. I have to admit that I feel safe and protected by him and also I’m so turned on by his authority and his taking over of this situation. He's got command of everything and that sets my nerves right again. Watching him work makes me calm down and remember what it is we just shared. I could really see myself with a guy like Leo. He's handsome, and authoritative, but not in a controlling way. He's everything I need him to be, especially at a time like this.
I’m very secure in my own life, being an independent woman and I know I can take care of myself and that I don't need a man, but Leo makes me want one. Something about him makes my soul happy. I mean, he could be the one guy for me. Even though I'm happy being alone, watching Leo in command now makes me realize that it really wouldn't be so bad to have another man in my life. In fact, I think I desire this. But a part of myself won't let go of the past, and I wonder about my old mistakes. I mean, I felt sure of Barry too, and look how that ended. I like Leo, but I'm not ready to go through heartbreak again. I don't know him well enough to know for sure that he would never hurt me like that. Maybe today was a one-time deal for him? I hope not. But I can't be sure.
A forensic tech surrounds my car and dusts it for prints. Leo's got everyone on top of their game. He leads me away from the scene. "I want to get you away from here, Elena."
"Yes, I want to get out of here."
"Then let me take you home,” he says. “I can also make sure your place is secure. I don't want you entering there by yourself.”
As much as the idea of him taking me home gets me excited, I have to deal with this stalking situation firsthand. I can't let it get the better of me any longer.
"Listen, I want to be with you, but I can't let this ruin my life more than it already has. I need to get back to work and do things as normally as possible.”
"Okay, that's fine. But I just checked with the forensic team and your car has to be impounded. At least let me pick you up from work later and drive you home. Please?" His eyes implore me.
"Yes, that would be great, thanks." Now I get to see him again after all, and that idea puts me on cloud nine.
I almost can't wait for the day to end just so I can begin my evening with him. Leo definitely has the ability to take my mind off things, even a horrifying scene such as this. He really took control and made me feel better, and now I get to see him again. I look forward to it, and mostly I look forward to seeing that giant cock of his again.
Leo
So, finally it's time to pick her up. I've layered on the cologne, and I feel and look my best; nothing less for my special girl. I drive through the city streets on my way to pick up Elena. I'm so glad she took me up on my offer of giving her a ride. If she hadn't, I’d be so worried. I want to help her in any way I can and if that means being at her beck and call then so be it. No woman's ever had me wrapped around her finger like this before. I just want to be around her, to smell her hair, her perfume . . . everything. Elena turns me on so much, and I'm happy to have this time alone with her. Hopefully she thinks of me as her knight in shining armor... or something along those lines. Besides, this isn't purely sexual. I don't feel comfortable having her out of my sight for even one second.
She's waiting for me outside her office building. Man, doesn't she know I would've climbed a thousand stairs to see her? Of course, I could've come inside to get her. Oh well, the view of her standing at the curb is amazing. She always looks amazing, but in her office suit she looks like a hot boss.
"Hop in," I say, reaching over to open the passenger side door.
"Hey, hi. I'm glad you're here." She smiles, and it makes me melt.
"No problem. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. In fact, I've been waiting for it all day."
"You have?"
"Oh." She looks bummed, like she thinks the only reason I want to be around her is because of the stalker. It's not true. I've been waiting to just be with her, but now I don't know how to bring that up.
"You know, I also wanted to check in with you. You've been through a lot. Especially having that creep scare you again today. How are you holding up?" I'm genuinely concerned about her emotions. I don't want her to break down over this thing or to feel like she's alone. Not ever.
"I'm okay. I've been a little on edge and creeped out, but I've been trying to ignore that and to resume my normal life. I don't want this psycho to get the best of me."
"That's good. That's a really healthy attitude."
"Thanks," she chews on her lip nervously, a hint of sadness in her eyes, "but Leo, I have to admit this thing is starting to get the better of me. When I think about whoever's doing this to me, I get cold shivers down my arms. It's terrifying that someone would want to intimidate me like this. I feel alone."
This breaks my heart wide open. She shouldn’t feel alone. I've done my best to try and prove to her that I’ll be here for anything she may need, but apparently, it’s not enough. I wish I could tell her the depth of my feelings, but it's too soon.
I reach over the console and link my fingers through hers, softly tracing circles with my thumb over the back of her hand. I want her to feel comfort by my presence, safe. "Elena, I'm always here. You’re never alone in this. I feel protective of you, and I will not quit until this asshole's behind bars. Promise." I bring her hand to my mouth and press a small kiss on her knuckles. "I need you to trust me, this is my job." I don't admit that she's all I think about and that I would go to the ends of the earth to protect her.
"Oh, Leo, I'm so glad to hear you say that. When I'm with you the fear disappears. But how can I be with you every second? At some point I have to live my life."
"Yes, I know, but it's only until we catch the guy. Trust me when I say he's going to be behind bars for a very long time for doing this to you."
I pull the car to a stop in her driveway, then climb out and walk around the front to open the door for her. She takes my hand and the zing of energy in that simple touch feels like I'm connected to her. We walk hand in hand up the sidewalk then stop on the little pathway that leads to her door.
"I've assigned a patrol car to stop here every hour, so you will always be looked after, okay?"
"Thanks, Leo."
“I'd like to just check a few things inside if that's okay?"
"Yes, for sure. Please come in."
"Alright, I'm coming inside."
"Hmmmm, coming inside huh?" She laughs. At least she's making jokes. That's a good sign even if they are at my expense. I love her witty sense of humor.
"I'd like to come inside, if you'll allow me."
A dark gaze flickers in her eyes, and my cock hardens at the sight. This isn’t just banter, we both mean it. God, what I wouldn't do to rip off all her clothes the moment we get indoors. But it'll have to wait. For now I have work to do.
We go inside and I immediately check the locks on her door, then I go into each room of the house and look for opportunities to update her security.
"You know you could deadbolt the doors in two places. And make sure to keep lights on all the time."
"I will, that's a good idea."
"Also, do you have mace or a weapon of some sort to keep on hand?"
"No, I never even thought of it."
"Well, I'll bring some by."
"Okay." She seems charmed by my suggestion that we'll see each other again.
"Hey, I'm making dinner tonight, and I'd love if you could stay…you know, to thank you." She bats those long eyelashes at me. Who could resist?
Leo
In Elena's kitchen, I take every chance to flirt with her that I can. I'm so pleased that she asked me to stay for dinner, and I would obviously never reject her. I just want her to know that I'm here for more than just to protect her. I definitely love being at her side. I feel more comfortable knowing I'm here so that stalker wouldn't dare attempt anything. But, Elena has to know how much she means so much to me. I’ve gotta find some way to say that to her.
She's standing at the stove attempting to cook some kind of pasta sauce. I see her struggling and think it's hilarious. She really isn't a good cook. I smell things burning and she seems to be a little chaotic trying to chop, stir, and season everything. I need to step in. This is just sad. I wonder if she's trying to impress me by cooking dinner, because otherwise I'm not sure she's ever handled a stove before. I try to hide my laughter, but she notices and wonders what's so funny.
"Nothing. Just . . . you." I chuckle. She looks so cute in her little apron, besides the splattering of sauce on it, of course.
"You know, Elena, I'm a pretty good cook, and I can see that you obviously aren't."
"Heeey," she says. "At least I'm trying." She sees me grinning. "Fine, show me how you can do better."
Finally, a way to impress her. I happen to be a very good cook, but I don't do it for just anyone. They have to deserve it, and that is few and far between. I'm going to show Elena my skills in the kitchen, and I hope it leads her to believe I’m more than just a cop. I’m a very well-rounded man.
"First thing's first," I take over the reins. "You boil the water before you put the pasta in."
"Oh my gosh! I'm so embarrassed. You found me out. I thought I could handle this, but I'm really the worst cook ever. I always order takeout." She laughs to hide her embarrassment.
"Ah, that's okay. That's why I'm here. I happen to have a lot of different skills... Skills in the bedroom, skills in the kitchen." I'm teasing her now.
"Leo! Geez, put it all out there why don't you."
I take the chopping utensil from her hand and give her a kiss before showing her to the barstool to sit while I take over.
"No need to dirty those manicured hands."
Before she sits down she says, "How ‘bout I pour us some wine? That at least I can do."
"That'd be great."
I stare at her ass as she goes to get the wine. She has a beautiful body. Her legs are so long, and I imagine them wrapped tightly around my waist. I start to imagine a lot of things...
But, she's not just a piece of ass to me. I actually want to know more about her, which is definitely rare for me. I want to take her mind off all her worries and help her to relax, so a little distracting conversation might help.
"So, how's work? I mean, what do you even do there?"
"Oh, well we're a building company that uses all green materials. I really feel the future is eco, and it's important to be good to the planet. Our materials are really sustainable, and they will last forever. Also, they are healthier than normal materials. That is so important, especially in homes where there are children. Don't you agree?”
"Um, yeah." I do agree, but she's caught me off guard here because I had no idea she was so passionate about her work. I find that really sexy. "I think that's great. The future is eco. I like how you phrased that."
"Well, it's really important."
"I know, I know it is. That's awesome that you love your job."
"Yeah," she smiles softly, "it really is. To work somewhere that you actually love and where it doesn't feel like work when you're doing it is special."
"Yes! That's exactly how my job is. I love protecting you." I let that slip. "I mean, I'm glad I could be here to protect you. It doesn't feel like work, that's all." Elena is definitely not work. She's all play. She smiles coyly at my slip of the tongue.
"So," I say changing the subject. "What do you do for fun?"
"Oh well, I don't really party that much. I like to go out dancing, but I'm also into yoga, and I love to read, and even though I don't cook, I'm somewhat of a foodie, meaning I like unique, exquisite cuisine." It's hot to me that she has so many interests and passions. "What
about you?"
"Ha, well the same stuff… foodie, working out. I have to say, I don't do yoga."
This makes her giggle. "You should come to a class with me! We'll get you all limber."
"The only limber one we need around here is you." I test the waters, looking to see if she wants to fuck. Her eyes set on mine, and she takes a long, slow drink of wine. I know we're both thinking the same thing. But she has no idea how much I worship her, body, mind, and soul. She is so much more than just another notch on my bedpost.
"So," she says with her eyes still on me. "Why have you never been married? I find that surprising."
Ahh, it finally comes out. She wants to know why I'm single. I can't tell her that I'm used to fucking and leaving every girl who comes along without much interest. I can't tell her that I've been looking for more but haven’t found until seeing her again.
I walk over to her side of the counter and pull back her soft hair. I whisper now in her ear. "If Barry hadn't met you first, I wouldn't still be single." And then, I take her face in my hands, stare at her genuinely and her eyes become wide with excitement. I kiss her deeply to prove my point. She must know how I feel, and if she doesn’t, then I will show her.
Elena
I never knew the doors to my pantry were so smooth. Maybe it's because Leo has his rock-hard chest pressing into my breasts. His hands send shivers up and down my thighs as his fingertips caress them. God, Leo feels so good. My tongue slides across the bare skin of his neck and my mouth moves to pull his skin in between my teeth, and I go to work sucking on it as I feel Leo’s hands move around to grip my ass. I let out a small gasp as he massages my cheeks soft and slow. He’s killing me softly taking his time and teasing me. I can feel my pussy getting wet as my clit gets stiff. Moving back and forth, I push and grind my hips into his crotch feeling that hard shaft of his twelve-inch cock pushing back.
I can’t help myself—my fingers fondle the front of his slacks, rubbing his shaft through them. Finding his zipper with the tips of my fingers I yank it down, leaving him standing in his boxers. I push him backward and run my hands down his chest, pinching his nipples in between my fingers. My gaze drifts over his entire torso; god, his body is magnificent to look at. Kneeling in front of him, I place my hands on each one of his hips and slide his silk boxers off his body. We hold each other’s gaze as my hands wrap around his thick shaft. Moving my hands back and forth, I move my mouth over the tip of his cock, slowly blowing on it as his legs start to shake. I’m going to tease and caress it; using my index finger I make light circles on it. Leo's fingers twirl in my hair, and I lower my mouth to him and my lips kiss the head of his cock.