by Koko Brown
Roxanne had witnessed this routine a thousand times. Tonight she watched him with new eyes. His movements were graceful and exuded an air of confidence that so many men lacked, making him even sexier. Her body, so underutilized over the past year, responded.
Leo toed the door of the side-by-side refrigerator; the hairs on the back of her neck tingled. He twisted the tops off two glass milk bottles; her nipples hardened into twin peaks. He kicked a stool out from under the table; her thighs quivered.
Stifling a moan, Roxanne accepted one of the milk bottles with a strained “thank you”. She immediately placed the ice-cold glass against the side of her neck, hoping the chill would be a shock to her hay-wired libido.
“What did you want to talk about?” he asked, taking the seat next to her. With what looked like a forced smile, he opened the bakery box, revealing a pie with a golden homemade crust. A tiny flag labeled CHERRY pierced its sugar-sprinkled top. Leo plucked the flag, stuck the stem in his mouth and sucked on it. Images of him doing the same thing to her body made Roxanne cross her legs with a shudder.
“I need to tell you something.”
“I’m all ears,” he said, mumbling around the flag and keeping her gaze firmly on his lips. Roxanne started to fidget as her temperature suddenly catapulted skyward.
“I-I really appreciated you signing me up on that online dating website.”
Leo set the cake flag down slowly and crossed his arms over his chest. For several moments, he stared at the pie while a muscle ticked in his jaw. “I was a fool for doing that,” he said, finally glancing up. “You met someone, didn’t you?”
“I did, and I’ve come to—”
“I’m happy for you, but I don’t feel like hearing this,” Leo interjected, not allowing her to finish. He snatched up the complementary plastic cake knife that always came with Let Them Eat Cake goodies and cut a double serving.
“You might want to hear what I have to say, Leo.”
“Doubt it,” he retorted, plopping the slice of pie in the center of his plate.
“Yes, you do. I’m in love with—”
Leo smacked his hand down on the tabletop. Startled, Roxanne jumped. She was even more surprised by his volcanic expression, darkened gaze and the quiet anger shaking his shoulders. “I told you, I don’t—”
Fed up with his rudeness, Roxanne stood. She stepped forward and balled her fist in the collar of his sweater. Up close, his scent—a mix of mandarin, patchouli and cold Chicago night—tickled her senses and scratched at an inch that had lain dormant for far too long.
“I’m in love with you,” she whispered, overwhelmed with both emotion and desire.
Having never made the first declaration of love in a relationship, all of her exes usually beating her to it after the third date or so, Roxanne wasn’t sure what reaction to expect.
Utter silence wasn’t one of them.
“Did you hear me?” She tugged on his collar with one hand and snapped the fingers of the other. “I’m in love with you.”
Leo placed his hands over hers, completely covering them. Roxanne shivered. His touch stirred up a pot of jumping beans in the pit of her stomach. What would it feel like, having his hands all over her body? Probably like a jumping-bean explosion.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
Roxanne’s heart pounded against her breastbone, threatening to shatter it. “I’m in love with you,” she repeated, stepping closer to settle her hips between his open thighs.
With trembling fingers, Roxanne traced the line of his broad shoulders as Leo wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer still, fitting their bodies together like two lost puzzle pieces.
He leaned into her and ran his mouth along the side of her throat.
Roxanne squeezed her eyes shut. “Don’t you have something to say?” she groaned. One touch of his lips and her body exploded with heat.
Leo tipped her chin so their gazes met. “Come on, Roxie. You know I’ve adored you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Incredulous, Roxanne pulled back. “That was over ten years ago.”
Nodding, Leo leaned in again and licked her bottom lip. Roxanne’s knees buckled. “Ten long years,” he rasped against her mouth, tickling the itch between her legs.
“Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
Leo shrugged. “I guess I was hoping for any indication that you might love me too,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Now shut up and kiss me.”
Leo didn’t have to ask twice. Roxanne angled her lips toward his, meeting him halfway. At the moment of contact, both of them moaned.
He kissed her with a mixture of aggression and gentleness. He’d waited for this moment so long, the animal inside him screamed to be released so he could throw her atop the table and fuck her until she couldn’t walk for a week. The other, saner side of him didn’t want to hurt her; he cared about her too much. Leo settled comfortably in the middle. His tongue marched past her lips to capture hers. He almost lost it when she clutched him and moaned into his mouth. Her response jolted him from the top of his head to the head of his cock. All he had to do was pull down her panties and lift her up…
Get a grip, man. Get a grip. “Roxanne you can’t imagine how much I’ve wanted to hold you like this,” he growled against her lips. “Kiss your lips…call you mine.”
“Then let’s make up for lost time,” she panted, running her hands down his chest to cup his crotch. Blood rushed to the area, almost frightening Leo in its ferocity. “I want to take you upstairs, get you out of these clothes and spread you across the bed.”
Leo’s cock jumped. His little Roxie was the aggressor. Not a surprise. She had a dominating personality, so why wouldn’t she be dominant in the bedroom? Leo’s ardor quickened. He couldn’t wait to see who broke who first.
“Do you want to have your way with me?”
“Yes,” she purred. “I love being in control.”
God! Over the course of their friendship, they’d both developed the ability to read each other like a book. Right now, Leo didn’t need years of perception to know Roxanne was on fire for him. But they couldn’t move forward. Not yet…
When he suddenly released her, he felt sorry as she stumbled slightly—but he needed to set the record straight before they could proceed.
She deserved to know he’d been at the Dorset Hotel tonight.
For safety’s sake, Leo stood up and put the stool between them. Roxanne had a killer right hook. He ought to know, he’d trained her himself.
“Roxanne, we need to talk.”
Roxanne didn’t understand Leo’s abrupt turnaround. He might have separated himself, but his body still wanted her…badly. His nostrils flared and his eyes, now a deep shade of sapphire blue, twinkled brightly. She could see his cock straining at the front of his pants.
Testing the waters, she stepped closer, her thighs brushing against the stool. She reached out and traced a finger across the top, smiling to herself when his eyes tracked her movements.
“We’ve done enough talking for the past ten years,” she said, twisting the stool around and shoving it under the table. She stepped forward and placed her hands on his chest.
Leo’s hands slid up her arms to capture her wrists. “Roxanne, I need to—”
Roxanne placed her finger against his lips. “If you keep stalling, I’m going to start thinking you can’t handle me.”
His eyes narrowed. He never could resist a dare. Just like Roxanne. “I can handle anything you give me and more.” He laced his fingers with hers, causing them to tingle. “The question is, can you handle me?”
She kissed his fingers one by one. “I guess we’re a match made in heaven.”
A smile played around the corners of Leo’s mouth as he shook his head. “You don’t understand. There’s something we have to talk about. Not the least of which, there can only be one dominant in my bedroom. And that’s me.”
Roxanne’s mouth dropped open. “
You like to have total control?”
“Yes. Just like you. And if you want me, then you’ll have to accept the fact that I’m not going to just lie down like all those clowns from your past.”
She hesitated. She’d never seen this side of him. The idea turned her on—really, really turned her on. Leo backed her against the table and reached around to plant his hands, blocking her in. She gazed up at him and the determined light in his eyes made her pause. Am I really ready for this?
She’d better be—because there would be no turning back.
“You really want to pursue this?” he asked, his lips deliciously close to her ear.
Roxanne nodded. “I want to be pushed to the edge.”
“Well, get ready, Roxanne Simmons. I’m going to press every single button you have. I’m going to push you over the edge. So far you’ll be begging me to never let go.”
I’m already begging. “Give it your best shot.”
Chapter Seven
“Put your hands on the table behind you.”
Roxanne complied without thinking twice, so ready for him she could scream.
With excruciating slowness, Leo leaned down. He bunched the hem of her dress and lifted it. The soft glide of his hands was featherlike, barely noticeable, a stark contrast to the texture of her dress. His touch was a shock to her system and each stoke built upon the last until her body was on fire.
Drawing in a ragged breath, Roxanne lifted her hand to wipe at the beads of sweat dotting her upper lip.
“Did I give you permission to move?”
Roxanne paused mid-swipe. She glanced down and was greeted with a steely expression. Leo’s hands had stilled as well.
Not used to someone telling her what to do, she almost balked. But she didn’t, because somehow she knew her actions were tied to his inaction. “Sorry,” she mumbled, placing her hand back on the table.
Doing so earned her a reward and Leo loosened her belt, parted her wrap dress. Cool air stole between her breasts, over her rounded belly and legs, tickling her pussy and nipples. Roxanne groaned. In her haste to leave the hotel room earlier, she hadn’t bothered with putting her bra and panties back on.
Great way to start a relationship! He’s going to think you’re a certifiable slut for riding across town with no undergarments on. Roxanne braced herself for his reaction by splicing together a legitimate excuse for the faux pas.
Standing, Leo whistled long and loud. “I was half expecting a thong. Or even those sexy boy-cut briefs. Not this.” He bumped the ridge of his cock between her legs and Roxanne’s breath caught in the back of her throat. “This just blows my mind,” he rasped, rocking his hips against her.
In short order, he tugged the dress from her body and threw the garment on the table, leaving her in nothing but her thigh-high boots. As if she weighed nothing, he grabbed her waist and set her down on the table.
Roxanne jerked as something sticky and warm gushed between her thighs and the crack of her ass. She looked down and her mouth fell open.
He’d set her down in the middle of his cherry pie.
His gaze, now filled with a primal gleam, raked her from head to toe as if she were a Sunday ham. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined. I’m going to take my time and do all the things I’ve dreamed about doing to you for ten years.”
“I’m sitting in the middle of a cherry pie. Are you out of your mind?”
“Nope.” Chuckling, Leo swiped his finger through the filling coating the insides of her thighs. “Just want to have my cherry pie and eat it too.”
Not liking his humor, or the cherry working its way to her clit, Roxanne began to slide off the table but Leo grabbed her hips, holding her still.
“Let me up,” she demanded.
He looked down at her through a fringe of impossibly thick lashes and for the briefest moment, Roxanne’s resistance slipped. He possessed the prettiest bedroom eyes. “It’s always your way or the highway isn’t it? No wonder you’ve never had a mind-blowing orgasm. You always need to be in control.”
Roxanne opened her mouth to dispel his assumption—but she couldn’t argue with someone when they were right. She had a controlling nature and it served her well in the business world. Unfortunately, she’d been unable to let that go in the bedroom, and she was suffering for it.
“Can I take off my boots at least? They’re vintage, 1972 to be exact, and they set me back about five hundred.”
Born with a touch of ADD, she’d never been able to sit still for long. Leo knew this. And he used it against her as his hands started a slow, haphazard journey down her legs. The burgundy leather rasped under his touch, punctuating the silence. The randomness of his caresses, from featherlight to slight pressure, set her on edge. And even through the layer of aged leather molded to her legs, she could feel his body heat.
Roxanne gritted her teeth. No matter how delicious his hands felt, she was not going to cave. Not with her boots on the line…
Who am I kidding? She should’ve admitted defeat the moment he’d touched her. And now all he was doing was working her into a sex-induced frenzy. Each squeeze of his hands plucked at her clit, making it swell. Every pass of his hands tweaked her nipples, turning them into hard little knots. And the barrier itself seemed to only heighten the eroticism of her vulnerable position, kindling a slow burn that needed more fuel―like a long, slow fuck.
By the time his hands encircled her ankles, Roxanne would have agreed to being buried in her boots, just so he’d bury himself balls-deep in her pussy. “I’ll keep them on!” Roxanne gushed. To hell with having the upper hand when she wanted his hands all over her. “Just stop torturing me.”
“Good girl,” he praised, grasping her legs and sliding them tight together then far apart. Roxanne shivered when more cherry filling bubbled up to coat her closely shaved mound. “I think you deserve to be rewarded,” he continued, drawing a figure-eight pattern through the pie filling on her skin, causing Roxanne to arch toward him. “Want to take a guess at what it could be?”
A hard cock stretching and banging my pussy?
Leo’s finger stilled, drawing Roxanne’s attention. Had she spoken aloud in her delirium? His eye color had deepened and he sucked his finger as if he was ready to do the same to her. Roxanne prayed he would, and soon. She’d been ready since the moment he’d stepped from the car.
“You’ll get your dessert soon,” he said. “In my house, it’s always gentlemen first…up to a point.” Gripping her hips, Leo bent forward and settled his head between her thighs.
Roxanne tended to lose it when men went down on her, especially if they knew what they were doing. She had a pretty good feeling Leo was going to blow her top.
He swirled his tongue over the slight indenture in her right knee and Roxanne shuddered. His lips were firm and demanding as he began a slow crawl up her thigh, punctuated by licks and kisses. Each languid caress and bob of his dark head seemed to ignite every single nerve ending from the point of contact straight to her clit. Roxanne shuddered and ground her ass into the table, further coating herself in pie filling.
If her body was reacting like this to simple kisses, she was in deep trouble.
“Spread your legs wider,” he commanded.
Roxanne decided she didn’t mind his authoritative tone since the order directly benefited her pleasure. Her quick compliance was further rewarded with a swipe of his tongue through the short hairs covering her sex. The sight was so erotic, she almost came.
“I can’t tell which cherry is sweeter, you or the pie.” Leo pursed his lips as if he were a sommelier dissecting a vintage. “At least I have all night to find out.”
Roxanne moaned, her eyes crossing when he tugged her pussy lips apart with his thumbs. A sweet, tortuous ache settled in her belly. Her legs started to quiver and the strength to hold herself upright was becoming increasingly elusive.
As she slipped to her elbows, she wondered if she would last through the night.
Using a broad
swipe of his tongue, Leo cut a hot path forward from her tiny puckered hole to the swollen bud throbbing at the peak of her slit.
“Leo…that feels so good!” she cried as he pulled and sucked at her flesh. Her response rocked him to his very soul. She bucked against him, her hips almost coming off the table. His grip tightened but she kept bucking, rolling and pumping her mound against his lips. The more she moved, the harder he got and the more he wanted her. If that was even humanly possible. He’d waited for this moment for so long he could barely think straight.
“Leo, I want…” She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged, filling him with such immense pleasure, Leo’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head.
“Tell me what you want.” His blew against her heated flesh and she shuddered against him.
“I want you. Hard and thick, pumping inside me.”
“In due time. Now sit back and enjoy.” Leo was shocked at how calm he sounded, considering he felt like a hungry bear just waking from hibernation. So much so that he hauled her legs up and back until her thighs rested on her chest. She was practically curled in on herself—and at the perfect angle for what he wanted to do next.
Leo shoved the pie box aside and placed his tongue against her anus. And almost came.
She tasted better than any dessert, and not just because her behind was caked with one. With a slow, easy glide, he rimmed the tight, puckered hole, licking her clean. With each swirl of his tongue, she moaned and whimpered and clutched at his arms, her hands twisting the sleeves of his sweater. She was exactly how he liked his women—under his complete control.
Her response kindled his and something inside him clicked, set him off. Bending her deeper into position, he covered the hole completely with his mouth. He quickened his pace, rimming her until she squirmed and her pleas bordered on begging. Leo resisted the urge to turn her over, give in to her cries and sink balls-deep. For one, she needed to learn who was in control. And two, she tasted too good to stop now.