“You have no right to be jealous. I don’t belong to you. It shouldn’t matter to you who I sleep with.”
Leo takes a deep breath. “It shouldn’t, but it does.” He grabs my hand and pulls it halfway across the table. My gaze crashes up against his intense eyes. “I want you, Mia. I want you all to myself. I don’t want any other guy touching you, or even looking at you. I want my name to be the only name on your lips when you come. I want to make you so drunk with my cock you never think of another again.”
I realize my mouth is hanging open, and I close it slowly. The idea of being owned by Leo makes me so wet, my panties are soaking through. Leo plunges his hand between my legs, and feels my excitement for himself.
“You get it, right?” he says. “This isn’t some one night stand.”
My eyelids flutter as he flicks a finger over my clit. He presses the pad of thumb against it, smiling as I melt back against the booth.
“I want to know you, Mia,” Leo says. “I want to unwrap you bit by bit.” He leans across the table, pressing harder into my clit. “The problem is, right now, all I can think about is fucking you.” He grabs my hand from under the table, and pulls it into his lap. His cock stands up, rigid and pulsing, straining against his jeans. I wrap my fingers lightly around his shaft to get a feel for his size. Leo’s upper lip curls, and he grunts deeply. I grind my hips harder against his hand between my legs, imagining how it would feel to sink down on his huge dick.
But, oh God, this isn’t me! This situation is so far out of character for me. I don’t do these kinds of things in public places, with men I barely know.
I sit back abruptly, coming to my senses. Leo’s hand falls away from me, and the space between my legs feels cold and empty. I cross my legs and regain my composure.
“Isn’t that convenient?” I say. “You say you want to get to know me, but only after you fuck me. That’s a line if I ever heard one.”
Leo snaps his fingers like a lightbulb’s gone off in his head. “Shit, that would work.”
He flashes me a shit eating grin. I try not to laugh, but I can’t help it.
Leo presses his lips into a hard line, nodding. “I’m just being honest. Look, I’ll leave it up to you.” He grabs my wrist under the table, and drags my hand slowly over his thigh. “You want to ask me where I’m from, what I do, what my hopes and dreams are?” He lays my palm against his rock hard cock. “Or you want me to fill that sweet pussy with this?”
I have to remind myself to breathe. Leo tilts his hips up, grinding the tip of his cock into my hand. Every cell in my body pulls towards him. Dark, wet desire clouds my thinking. To make matters worse, Leo unzips his pants, and his bare cock springs out. I gasp at how thick it is. I rub my thumb up the front, over the throbbing veins of his shaft. There’s a little bit of wetness coming from the tip. I can’t stop myself from swirling it around the bulbous head. Leo’s breathing is rough and low.
“Why don’t you come over here and join me?” he says.
I look around the empty room nervously. “Leo, we’re in a restaurant.”
“Don’t worry about it. No one’s coming in here. I know the guy that owns the place.”
I find myself sliding out of the booth, and walking over to join him. When I slip in next to him, Leo’s hands and mouth are all over me in a instant. He kisses the side of my neck, grabbing big handfuls of my breasts and ass. I crane my head back, giving him full access to my body. I don’t care about whether this is right or wrong anymore, or if someone is going to see us. All I want is to get as close to Leo as possible.
Leo grabs the hair at the back of my head, and pulls me in for a kiss. I fall into the moist warmth of his mouth. The rest of the world darkens and falls away. His tongue swirls over mine, and he bites hungrily at my bottom lip. I’ve never been kissed so passionately before. As hot as I am for Leo, I’m feeling something more profound. If this is all a rouse to get into my pants, my heart won’t just be broken, it will be obliterated.
But there’s no stopping what’s been set into motion. Leo grabs my collar and rips it apart. The buttons pop off. He squeezes my breasts together, pulling them from the cups of my bra. When my hard nipple is exposed, he wraps his lips around it and sucks.
I try to keep my moans low. The kitchen isn’t far away. I hear people talking, grills sizzling, and the clatter of pots and pans. With his face buried in my chest, Leo skillfully unbuttons my pants. I raise my hips slightly to let him pull them down. His large hand goes immediately between my legs and starts kneading my clit. He pushes my panties to the side, and plunges two fingers into my wetness.
I scream loudly, then clamp my hand over my mouth. The kitchen goes quiet for a moment, and I worry they heard me.
“Relax,” Leo says, sliding his fingers out of me. He raises them to his mouth, and licks off my glistening wetness. “Mmm. Sweeter than honey.” He brings my hand to his cock again, and presses his lips against my ear. “Do you see how hard you make me?”
“Yes,” I say, gulping.
Leo smiles against my ear. “I want to fuck you, Mia. Right now. I want to feel your wet pussy wrapped around my cock.”
I exhale deeply, and nod.
In the next second, Leo grabs my hips, and pulls me into his lap. I’m so wet, his cock slips easily inside of me. I clutch at the slick booth as I feel him spreading me apart. Leo pushes my hips down so he plunges further inside of me.
“Fuck, Mia, you feel so good.” He kisses me wetly on the lips, and starts thrusting his hips up and down.
There’s no stopping the deep, low moan flooding through my lips. The pleasure is all consuming, and I don’t give a fuck anymore. I wrap my arms around Leo’s neck, and buck my hips. The shimmering sensations radiate my core. I lose all inhibition until I am undulating against him, feverishly pursuing the ecstasy that’s well within my reach. Leo snakes his arms tightly around my back, and plunges his face into my chest. He sucks my nipples greedily.
I feel the orgasm coming on. I arch my back, open my mouth, and my delirious moans float through the darkened room. It’s almost too much. My muscles tense to fight it. Leo presses a finger against my clit and begins to rub. There’s no fighting any more. I relax, and the floodgates break loose. I’m spasming and shaking, turning to jelly in his lap.
“Are you on birth control?” Leo growls.
“Uh, uh, no,” I moan, at the peak of an orgasmic wave.
Leo pumps into a few more times, seeing me well through the orgasm. I collapse into his broad chest. With a grunt, Leo lifts me from him lap. Warm cum spurts from his cock onto my inner thighs. I look at his face during his climax. His teeth are bared and clenched. His eyes are squeezed shut.
That’s it, I think, morbidly. That’s all he wanted from me.
Leo spasms with the rest of his orgasm, then opens his eyes. His gaze finds mine immediately. He stares at me with something like awe for a few moments, then his mouth spreads into a smile. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him.
“Mia,” he whispers, covering my face with gentle kisses. He grabs my breasts and repeats my name, this time lower, gruffer. “Mia.”
The way he says it makes me feel like I belong to him.
Leo grabs a cloth napkin from the table and cleans up my inner thighs.
He’s cleaning me, his possession.
Chapter Six
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Mia
After dinner, Leo takes me down the block to a gelato shop. We walk down the street, licking our cones. It feels like he’s trying a little too hard to prove his intentions, but I find it cute. He even holds my hand while we stroll.
“I’m feeling less distracted now,” he says with a coy smile.
I blush, thinking of what we did in the restaurant booth. My thighs are still sticky from his cum, and I like them that way. Leo offers me a taste of his chocolate gelato. I lick the soft ice cream. It smears on my lips, and I wipe it away with my tongue. Leo squeezes my hand.
“But then you’ve got to do something like that.” He steps towards me, and traces my bottom lip with his thumb. I wonder if he’s going to whisk me into the alley for round two, and heat rushes through me. Instead, he takes a big bite of his gelato, apparently in an effort to cool himself down.
“Seriously, though. Tell me everything about yourself.” He cocks his head, studying me with his charming smile.
“Everything about myself. Gee, that sounds easy.”
“Why don’t we start with where you’re from?”
I pull my eyes from his face. Even the simplest questions are heavily loaded when applied to my life.
“California,” I answer bluntly.
“California girl? I never would’ve guessed.”
“I left when I was around fourteen. Haven’t been back since.”
I cast my gaze forward, and continue walking down the sidewalk.
“And?” Leo asks, teasingly.
I fill my mouth with gelato to buy some time. But this doesn’t work on Leo. He stops walking, and pulls me close to him.
“There’s something you’re not telling me,” he says.
“I don’t have to tell you anything,” I say, defensively.
With a grin, he pulls me closer into him. He holds my wrist in a tight grip.
“Listen, sweetheart, my life hasn’t been all pony rides and garden parties either.”
My stomach tightens when I remember what I know about him. He lowers his forehead towards me and speaks seriously.
“I want you to be able to tell me anything, Mia. I want to know everything about you. I want to memorize every inch of your body. Don’t you get it? You’re mine now.”
He kisses my lips. His mouth is cold and sweet from the gelato. My knees go weak and I drop my cone. It lands wetly on the pavement, gelato first. Leo looks down at it and laughs.
“Here,” he says, giving me his.
I straighten my neck and look him in the eyes. “All right, you want my sob story? Here’s the abridged version.” I count off each bullet point on my fingers. “I was born in Northern California. Lived there with my brother and parents. Mom left when I was young. So young, that I can’t remember her face. Life was good though, until the day I turned fourteen.” I stop unexpectedly, realizing I’m out of breath.
Leo envelops me in his warm arms. “What happened that day?” he asks, gently.
Even though the pain of the memory is bubbling to the surface, it feels good to be near him, to know he’s listening to me.
“That day, I realized the fun games Dad played with us involving imaginary characters, ghosts, goblins, vampires and stuff like that- They weren’t games at all. To him, they were real. They were delusions. At my birthday party, apparently one of the goblins threatened to eat all of the children alive. So Dad got his gun and tried to shoot it.”
“Shit,” Leo says. His face falls apologetically. “I’m sorry, Mia. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you’re right,” I say with a chuckle. “Shit is right. Turns out he had Schizophrenia. The court determined he was a threat, which is what happens when you shoot up a kid’s birthday party. They had him committed. My brother and I ended up in foster care.”
“And what happened to him? Your brother?”
“Sam.” I haven’t said my brothers name in years, even though I think about him all the time. There’s no one I can talk to about him, not until tonight. I find myself clutching Leo’s arms as I talk about my little brother. “It’s hard to keep up with Sam. He’s been in and out of prison for making meth. Right now, he’s out, I think. But I don’t know where he is.”
My chest heaves with emotion, but I shove it down. Leo doesn’t speak. He just hugs me, and nuzzles his nose against my neck.
“So, what? You feel sorry for me now?” I laugh self deprecatingly.
“No,” Leo says. “I knew you were special, but I had no idea.”
“Special? Because my parents are insane?”
“Because you’ve been through a shit storm and came out the other side.” Leo nudges me playfully. “That takes balls, Clemons. I admire the hell out of you.”
God. Damn.
The two words clunk into my mind. I’ve heard all of the condolences, seen the pity in people’s faces, but never once has someone said they respected me. And after hearing Leo say that, I realize he’s right. It’s an empowering feeling. I slither closer to Leo.
“You know exactly what to say, don’t you?” I ask.
“Hey, don’t hold my charm against me. I was born with it.” He slings his arms low around my waist and kisses my cheek. “But I mean every fucking word.”
We walk further up the block and make it to his car. Leo takes the keys from his pocket and unlocks the doors.
“I can get the bus up here,” I say. “You don’t have to take me all the way home.”
My words bounce off of Leo. He walks to the passenger side and opens the door.
“No way. You’re not taking the bus anymore.”
The bright tingle going up my spine is stopped short. Leo thinks I’m his. But I can’t forget, Anton thinks that too.
Leo not only insists on driving me home, but also walking me up to my apartment. He studies the peeling wood, rust stained doors, and rickety railings, but he’s too polite to say anything. I unlock the front door, praying that Dani isn’t there. Her purse isn’t on the front counter, which means she’s gone.
“Nice place,” Leo says, walking inside.
“Don’t be an asshole,” I say, coyly.
“If I were an asshole, I’d tell you what I really think.”
I lean against the counter. “And what would that be?”
Leo approaches me with a mischievous look in his eye. He grabs my waist, and bends to nibble my earlobe.
“That this looks like an apartment building for rats, not humans,” he quips.
I smack his arm. “Hey. Didn’t you see the name of this place? Palace Apartments. You hear that? Pal-ace. I’m basically a princess.”
Leo shoves his pelvis into me. I see that his cock is getting hard again. “You’re damn right.” He lays wet kisses on the side of my neck. “So, Princess. Where’s your bedroom?”
Leo undresses me carefully in the darkness of my room. He lays me back on the bed, and spreads my legs. After kissing my thighs teasingly, he slips his tongue between the folds of my pussy. He laps up my juices eagerly, then concentrates on licking my clit. He slips two fingers inside of me and quickly finds my g-spot. He works his fingers and tongue together until I’m quivering with an orgasm.
I’ve barely recovered from the crashing pleasure before Leo flips me on my stomach. He shoves his cock into me from behind, then fucks me relentlessly. He plants his hands on my shoulders, holding me steady, and pounding me deeper. I lose count of how many times I come. With a low grunt, Leo pulls out, and shoots his load on my lower back.
After we clean up, I expect for him to put his clothes on and leave. But he doesn’t. We crawl naked into bed together, and Leo spoons me from behind. Soon, I hear his breathing deepen, and I know he’s asleep.
I stare wide eyed into the darkness. My attraction to Leo is so strong, there’s no backing away from it, not if I don’t want to lose pieces of myself in the process. I feel so safe wrapped in his strong arms, and he has the ability to bring me to new heights of ecstasy.
But if my past has proven anything, it’s that nothing can go right for me. I finally meet a good guy, the perfect guy, and I know it can’t last.
The thing is, with Anton, you don’t exactly have a choice.
Leo murmurs softly in his sleep, tightening his arms around me. I turn my head towards him. Dim light from the streetlamp outside floods in through my window. Shadows nestle into the lines of Leo’s face, enhancing his features. Damn, he’s handsome. Every time I look at him, my stomach flutters with excitement. And when he touches me, I practically melt into a puddle.
And he’s strong, probably the strong
est man I’ve ever seen. He could go up against anyone, even a psycho like Anton.
Who does Anton think he is? I think, seething. He can’t control me, claim to own me. Only Leo can do that.
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The gray morning light is barely shining through my window when I hear Dani come home. I know her routine. She’ll putter around the house for a few hours before taking a nap. Leo’s arms are wrapped around me. I feel his sleeping breath against the back of my neck. I want to lose myself to his warmth and fall back to sleep, but I don’t want risk Dani seeing him, not before I talk to her first.
Dani’s in the kitchen scowling at the obsolete coffee maker. She doesn’t hear me walk out of my bedroom.
“Morning,” I chirp.
Dani jumps from surprise. “Shit, you scared me.” She turns back to the coffee maker, but pauses for a moment. “You’re not usually up this early.”
“You’re not usually home this late,” I say, thinking fast to turn the attention from me.
“We threw a bridal shower for one of the girls at the club.” Dani stretches her arms up, yawning. “It got pretty crazy.” She stares defiantly at the coffee maker, then hits it with her open palm.
“Here, I know how to get it to work,” I say. I flip the coffee maker off and on, then jiggle it between my hands. Soon, it starts to gurgle, and black coffee sputters into the pot. I turn to Dani with a friendly smile. “Go ahead and sit down. I’ll bring you a cup.”
Dani eyes me suspiciously. “Okay.”
I join her on the couch with two steaming cups of coffee.
“That enough cream?” I ask after Dani takes her first sip.
Dani cocks her head. “What’s up with you, Mia? Just tell me.”
I blow the steam from my coffee, buying time to gather my nerve.
“This whole…Anton thing. How badly does he want me, on a scale of one to ten?”
Dani’s mouth falls open like I’ve just said the dumbest thing she’s ever heard. “Ten,” she says, confidently.
“Right- but-“ I look away from Dani’s prying gaze. I throw my hands up in frustration. “There are so many other girls to choose from. Why me? Maybe he could find someone more appreciative.”
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