NerdsareFreaksToo

by Koko Brown

  Giving in to his desires and continuing to ignore her pleas, he speared her pussy with his tongue. Ah, damn! Her honey was so deliciously warm, her body so tight, he almost creamed. Leo reached down and palmed his cock. As he returned his tongue to her hole, he imagined himself inside her there. In time, he mused. In good, sweet time, he’d have this ass!

  Leo strapped her to a dizzying, erotic ride. When she was close to the edge, shouting and grabbing at his shoulders, he retreated. But as soon as she recovered, he worked her body into another frenzy.

  Over and over again, Leo played this game of cat and mouse. But he could tell no matter how much he backed off, she wasn’t coming all the way down. Her sharp, panting breaths marked his tongue’s driving rhythm. Her body had tightened under him and her juices ran down the crack of her ass. Her orgasm was already gathering energy and all she needed was a little push.

  “I’m going to come,” she ground out.

  Not yet, his mind rebelled. Leo ripped his mouth away from her. He ignored her cry of protest. “Not yet, Roxie. You are not to come until I tell you to.”

  She moaned and clawed at the kitchen table. Leo squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop himself from coming. He was going to ruin this before it even began. There was nothing he loved more than to have complete control over his lover’s responses.

  “More control?” she squeaked.

  Leo grinned. She was a quick study. “Total.”

  He watched as she gazed up at the kitchen’s vaulted tray ceiling, panting. After a long pause, she released a drawn-out groan and her hands relaxed. Leo chuckled. She’d made a mess of her hair. What curls she hadn’t crushed, stood out at odd angles like she’d just rolled out of bed. Gorgeous.

  She looked at him. “You think this is funny, don’t you?”

  He shook his head. “No, but I do love your responses and your tenacity.”

  Roxanne looked back up at the ceiling. “Just trying to keep my eyes on the prize.”

  “Good,” he praised, circling her clitoris with his thumb. His cock jumped at her deep inhale and exhale. “Are you ready for more?”

  “Born ready.”

  Holding her open with his thumbs, Leo fell back between her legs. He guided his tongue over her labia to her clit. He drew the sensitive flesh into his mouth slowly.

  “So sweet,” he murmured, sinking a thumb into pussy and his middle finger in her ass. Caught by surprise at the double penetration, Roxanne’s hips jerked, driving his digits deeper.

  “Ohh…Leo…that feels so gooood!” she panted, grinding her hips back and forth over his greedy mouth and fingers.

  Her praise galvanized him. He sucked her clit with increasing gusto and pumped his fingers in perfect timing. He stretched and filled her, causing her to expel another gut-wrenching groan.

  In no time, he had her lingering on the edge. Her head fell from side to side and she started to pant his name over and over. The sight was mind-blowing. Leo felt his nerve endings mesh into one exquisite sensation that ran through his body like electricity, tightening his balls.

  “Oh, Leo, I don’t think I can take it anymore…”

  “Are you sure you’re ready?” he breathed against her before using his tongue to flick her clit rapidly.

  “Pleeease,” she whimpered.

  “Please what?” He wasn’t going to make this easy.

  “Do it! Take me over the edge.”

  Leo gave and gave, manipulating her flesh until he was unmindful of the time of day or even what day it was altogether; the only certain knowledge, that he knew how to push all her buttons.

  “Let go. Let go, Roxie!”

  His words acted like a catalyst, tipping her like a scale. Her back bowed from the kitchen table and a scream exploded from her lips.

  “That’s it, baby, come for me…only for me.”

  “Only you,” Roxanne declared.

  Leo continued to milk her instead of allowing her to come back down. Caught up, he rode her, his tongue and fingers working as one, controlling her in her release as she now controlled him. Once again, incoherent words spilled from her lips as he pushed her toward yet another climax.

  * * * * *

  Lethargic, Roxanne cuddled against him. After her third orgasm, Leo had scooped her up in his arms and walked them down a short hallway to the mansion’s elevator.

  “Where are we going, baby?”

  Leo nipped the side of her neck. Roxanne groaned and pressed into him. “I’m taking you upstairs to clean you up. Then we’re going to get down and dirty again. I’m going to feed you some of my cock. How does that sound?”

  His words made the walls of her pussy clench. Still, she couldn’t help joking with him. “I’m watching my calories. I don’t want my curves to get out of control.”

  Blue eyes twinkling, Leo bit the swell of both breasts. Her nipples puckered in gratitude. “I guess you didn’t get the memo? Protein does the body good.”

  “I thought that was milk?” Roxanne chuckled.

  “I’m going to feed you some of that too.” Leo gazed at her and Roxanne’s toes curled. “It’s a little thicker and stickier than you’re probably used to.”

  Roxanne leaned forward and drew his bottom lip into her mouth. She took her time tracing him with her tongue, needing to memorize his taste. When she finally let go, his chest rose and fell rapidly. “I plan on drinking up every…last…drop.”

  Leo banged on the elevator button. “I have the slowest elevator in all of Chicago.”

  * * * * *

  Leo’s master bedroom was located on the top floor along with a mini-laundry room, a home gym and a guest bedroom. A little under four hundred square feet, Leo’s personal sanctuary, as he’d dubbed it, occupied a third of the top floor, and like the rest of the house, boasted Brazilian hardwood floors and modern furniture that complemented the room’s clean lines.

  Despite its size, the room didn’t come across as a museum. Roxanne had done a good job breaking the room up into different livable spaces. If he wanted to watch TV or read a book, he could do both in a sitting area created in front of a floating fireplace, several bookcases and a flat-screen television. If he needed to send an email, surf the internet or send a fax, a smaller version of his home office blended effortlessly between the sitting and sleeping areas, separating the two.

  The bedroom was a home within a home, and Roxanne’s favorite room in the entire house. In fact, whenever she came over they usually hung out up here playing cards or watching TV.

  “Don’t move,” he said after depositing her in the middle of his California king-size platform bed.

  “What about the duvet?” she asked, feeling the sticky remnants of pie filling on her skin.

  “I couldn’t give a damn about the bedding.” Leo smiled then turned on his heel and walked into the bathroom, returning almost immediately. “Open your legs, babe, so I can wash you.”

  When Roxanne opened her eyes, Leo sat next to her on the bed, a wet washrag in his hand. Her gaze traveled over his bare chest and she sighed. He was too gorgeous for words. His torso was chiseled with hard abs and well-defined pecs offset by nipples the color of walnuts.

  Despite her blatant desire for him, lying in his bed felt odd. He was the same old Leo she enjoyed being around, who she shared her secrets with, but now he was something entirely new. He was her lover.

  One of Leo’s eyebrows shot skyward and he stroked her with the warm, wet cloth. “Not getting shy on me now, are you?”

  Roxanne pushed up on her elbows and cocked her head. “This feels strange, like we’ve just met for the first time.”

  Leo rolled her over, whisked the duvet from beneath her then ran the washcloth between her cheeks. Roxanne’s breath caught in the back of her throat “This is just another facet of our relationship, like adding another piece to a collection, making it almost complete.”

  Water dribbled over her ass and Roxanne looked over her shoulder, her attention on the hand now stroking between her thigh
s. Despite the cloth’s heat, she shivered.

  “Do you know what would make all of this complete?”

  “No,” Roxanne breathed, her eyes falling to half mast.

  “Marry me.”

  Chapter Eight

  If that didn’t come out of left field.

  “W-what?” she stuttered, turning to face him.

  “Will you marry me?”

  “When?” Roxanne’s eyes widened at her own question, more surprised she didn’t need time to think about it than she was by Leo popping the question.

  His slow grin softened his handsome features, causing her heart to somersault. “So, that’s a yes?”

  Roxanne wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. “A big, fat yes,” she purred, enunciating every word with a kiss on the side of his neck. “I’m going to plan the biggest damn wedding Chicago’s ever seen!”

  She started to lie back, pulling Leo with her, but he crushed her to his chest and captured her lips. Roxanne melted. He kissed her with such an intense thoroughness she didn’t know which way was up. But she definitely knew who was in charge. His command of her body excited her, made her feel alive and coiled as tightly as a spring ready for release. Knowing just how to get that release, she reached between them and unbuttoned his jeans.

  Leo leaned back, breaking their kiss. Roxanne almost groaned at the sudden loss. “I don’t care if you plan a circus rivaling Barnum & Bailey. But it better be before winter’s over. I’ve waited years to be with you and I’m not going to wait another.”

  Roxanne unzipped his pants. She smiled to herself as he lifted his hips, helping her to undress him. “You haven’t really waited that long for me, have you?” Leo nipped at her jaw. Feeling it all the way down to the apex of her thighs, she moaned and started tugging at his jeans.

  “Ever since July 31, 2001.”

  Roxanne’s hands stilled on the waistband of his boxer briefs. “Freshmen orientation?”

  “Love at first sight.”

  Sickened by her utter idiocy, Roxanne fell back against the bed. “I can’t believe I’ve been so blind this whole time!” She placed her hands over her face and groaned. “I’m so sorry for being such an idiot, Leo.”

  Hearing him chuckle, she peeked through her fingers. “I know a way you can make it up to me.”

  While she’d wallowed in guilt, Leo had removed the rest of his clothing. He now stood before her with nothing on but his birthday suit. A very, very hard birthday suit.

  Roxanne knew Leo worked out regularly. Still, she had no idea his button downs and khakis hid all this. His bronze body sported very little fat. It didn’t have room with all the lean muscle. And don’t get me started on that cock…

  Hypnotized by the girth, Roxanne didn’t object when he suddenly grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed, placing her feet on the mattress.

  “Didn’t you say I could make it up to you?” she asked, clutching the sheets.

  Leo crouched before her. “Yes, but it would require you staying in this bed for ten whole days. One day for every year you made me suffer.”

  Roxanne groaned and shifted her hips closer as he ran his finger through her slit, opening her pussy lips to his perusal. “Ten days?” she panted, her lungs constricting in excitement.

  “I need at least that much time to memorize every single inch of you. So ten days of straight lovemaking should suffice.” Pausing, Leo looked at her through inky black lashes.

  Be still, my horny heart!

  “Of course, the first time or two might be considered fucking, since I doubt I’ll be able to control myself.” He turned his head and kissed the inside of her thigh.

  “But what about our jobs?”

  “We’re both due a vacation.” Leo rubbed his chin against her leg, tickling her with his five o’clock shadow.

  Roxanne bit her lip. She couldn’t just abandon the shop, could she?

  “If you’re worried about the boutique, I’ll send someone over from a temp agency and pay their salary.”

  “You don’t have to do that. I can ask Jessina to bring in one of her daughters to help out.”

  “So what’s your answer?”

  “I’ll call Jessina in the morning.”

  Leo grinned wickedly. His tongue darted out to lick the curve of her ankle, catching Roxanne by surprise.

  This man is going to be the death of me!

  “Leo,” she whispered, running her other foot over his cock. She wasn’t verbally telling him what to do, but he’d have to be a fool to not know what she wanted.

  When he broke away to retrieve his trousers, taking his body heat with him, Roxanne almost regretted her impatience. He was starting to become her drug. And she seemed to need constant contact. Unable to help herself, she ran her foot over him and teased his cock with her toes while he fumbled inside one of his jean pockets.

  She must have gotten to him because he dropped his wallet next to her on the bed. “You do the honors, Ms. Impatience.” He chuckled, standing between her legs and pulling her closer. His thumb latched onto her clit and Roxanne’s eyes almost crossed.

  Eyes slightly unfocused, Roxanne groped for the wallet. Finding it, she pulled out a yellow-foiled condom from the billfold. Before she closed the wallet, her eyes drifted to his driver’s license. It had been taken several years ago, when his curly hair fell to his shoulders and his eyeglass frames were tortoiseshell, not black. Roxanne smiled. Even then, her geek was handsome.

  “Leonidas Constantine Papadopoulos,” she whispered.

  Leonidas Constantine Papadopoulos?

  Purely a coincidence? Or were Leo and Constantine actually one and the same?

  Then who was the hottie at the hotel?

  Roxanne rolled away from him.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Roxanne thrust the wallet between them. “Are you Constantine?” she choked. Her body was so numb she felt paralyzed.

  Leo stiffened. “Roxie—I can explain.”

  “Explain?” she mumbled as if from a thousand miles away. Leo’s heart constricted. He’d never seen Roxanne at a loss for words. “There’s nothing to explain. I thought I was talking to someone else and it was you the entire time.”

  Leo tried to dredge up a viable excuse for his actions, but he couldn’t find one. Well, not one that would lessen the blow of his treachery.

  The bed dipped as she stumbled to her feet. “Why did you do it?” She looked as if she were in a daze. Leo had to clench his fists to keep from dragging her into his arms. Instead, he watched as she snatched up a pillow to cover her nudity.

  Leo lifted his head to look her in the eye. “I was being selfish. I didn’t want you to meet anyone else. And I guess I wanted to prove a point. I wanted to make you want me as much as I wanted you, without our friendship being used as some lame excuse.”

  “Lame excuse?” Roxanne choked. “Who died and made you the cupid? What, you can’t accept rejection?”

  Leo knew he shouldn’t take the barb personally, but it pierced his heart just the same. One of his eyebrows swept upward. “It worked didn’t it? You were so hot for me you were ready to milk Constantine’s dick.”

  Leo regretted his words even before she flinched.

  When she finally spoke, her voice was low. “But it was all about you. I decided to sleep with Constantine because I was jealous after seeing you with Vicky. But I didn’t sleep with him because, stupid me, I was in love with an asshole.”

  Leo raked his hands through his hair. “If it’s worth anything, I went to The Geneva tonight to tell you the truth. I even tried to tell you downstairs, but things got carried away.”

  Roxanne opened her mouth then, as if thinking better of it, turned to leave. She barely took a step before Leo blocked her path. She couldn’t leave. Not like this.

  “Please don’t,” she muttered. “I’m sorry I ignored you for so long. But I didn’t deserve this.”

  Expertly sidestepping him, she made it halfway ac
ross the room before he roped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him. Leo nearly moaned as his cock grew instantly hard. All he had to do was touch her and he turned into a horny teenager.

  “Forgive me, Roxie,” he whispered in her ear, pleading, hoping to weaken her resolve. “Please don’t go.” Leo pressed his body even tighter to hers. “It was wrong, what I did, and I’m sorry for deceiving you.”

  “You crossed the line, Leo. You manipulated me, made a fool of me.” She grabbed his hands and pulled them away. “Friends forgive each other, but a true friend would never have done what you did.”

  She turned slowly to face him, the sadness in her eyes nearly killing him. “With friends like you, Leonidas Papadopoulos, who needs enemies?”

  Leo stepped back as if she’d hit him. And in a way, she had. She hit him right where it mattered—his heart. “So that’s it?” he asked quietly. “Ten years of friendship down the drain despite my apology?”

  “For right now, yes. I need some distance to figure everything out.”

  As she walked out the door without a backward glance, Leo prayed she wouldn’t need another ten years.

  Chapter Nine

  Sharon McGee, the host for Morning Buzz, accepted a mug from her co-host, Ben Fox, and then looked into the TV camera with a bright smile.

  “Welcome back, everyone. Glad you could remain with us for our second hour. And if you’re just joining us, good morning!” Sharon paused to take a sip of her drink before continuing. “We still have tons of things to cover this morning. So sit back, relax and grab a hot cup of coffee.”

  “So what’s the top story of the hour?” Ben asked, flipping through a stack of blue cue cards.

  Sharon rolled her eyes, her hand to her chest in a fake swoon. “Our top story is for the romantic in all of us. Leonidas Papadopoulos, local internet guru, millionaire and total hunk, has created buzz with his single-minded pursuit of another local by the name of Ms. Roxanne Simmons. Over the past three weeks, he’s literally bought every rose in the city and inundated the young woman with enough flowers to rival a Mafia funeral.”