“Come here,” he growls.
His seductive eyes are half-mast, and he pulls me in for a kiss when I’m done. He sucks on my bottom lip and licks the roof of my mouth. His kisses become more voracious as I slide up and down his lap, teasing his cock.
“You naughty girl,” he whispers against my lips. “Teasing me like that.”
“I can’t help myself,” I say. “I just love to torment you.”
“I know, which is why I’m gonna give it to you right now.”
He grabs a hold of my waist and shoves me over his cock, pushing the tip inside. One hard thrust makes me moan out loud as he buries himself deep inside me.
“Feel that? That’s how much I want you,” he growls.
And I do. I feel his cock pulsate inside me with each stroke. We move in rhythm as he lowers me over his shaft and deepens the thrust. My hands rest on his shoulders, his eyes boring into mine as we move in sync, pleasuring each other.
“Keep your eyes on me, Miss Webber. Don’t look away,” he says with a husky voice.
He takes my hands off his shoulders and folds them behind my back, holding them in place by my wrists. “Keep your hands behind your back and fuck me, Miss Webber. Let your pussy do all the work.”
His dirty words have me in delirium, almost ready to come again as his thrusting is just too delicious. He bites his lip and hisses with each stroke, and I watch him come close to the edge. I bet he sees the same in me, which is only more arousing.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls.
He leans forward to bury his face in my breasts. With his fingers, he pulls aside the tiny bra, exposing my breasts. A moan slips from my lips when his mouth covers my nipple and he starts sucking. With his tongue, he circles the tip, and then he gently bites down.
I gasp, feeling the heat rise between my legs.
“Oh, Leo,” I murmur.
“Scream my name, Sam,” he whispers.
The sudden switch to my first name has me undulating on his lap, ready to come again.
“Leo, I’m coming!”
“Yes.” He tugs on my sensitive nipples with his teeth. “Come all over my cock.”
The waves come before I realize it. “Oh, Leo! Holy shit,” I moan.
He sucks hard, so hard it makes me come. I fall apart on his lap, the orgasm rippling through my body like a storm. His cock still pounds into me as he lifts and lowers me all by himself. He groans out loud, his muscles tensing around me, and then I can feel the warmth fill my pussy. A loud roar bursts from him, followed by a tug on my chin and a deep kiss on the mouth. I can feel him come apart inside me, underneath me, inside my mouth, in my pores, everywhere. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
We’re both panting, desperately clinging onto each other, wanting more, but our bodies are spent. His cock deflates and I lift myself off him. I have the incredible desire to pleasure him, just as he did me. I want to feel him, taste him, have him everywhere.
So I slide down between his legs, knees on the floor, peel off his condom, and lean forward to lick his base.
He groans, sucking on his lip. “Oh, Miss Webber. You spoil me.”
I kiss his flaccid dick, which still thumps as I suck up all his cum. I never thought I would do this, but it feels so natural. Like I’m supposed to pleasure him and enjoy every part of him, even the dirtiest bits. It’s like I’ve wanted to do this all along.
That, or I’m so fucking drunk that I don’t even know what I’m doing.
“You’re such a naughty girl,” he muses as he watches me lick up all his juices. “Do you enjoy the taste of my cum on your tongue?”
“Yes,” I purr, licking his shaft from the bottom to the top. I can see the goosebumps spreading on his skin. “I love your taste.”
“Hmm … that’s right, suck it all up.” He leans back to enjoy the view, which strangely makes me feel empowered.
When there’s no more cum, I lick my lips and swallow. “Hmm …”
He smiles. “I love how you offered yourself. I didn’t even have to ask. You naturally sink into the submissive role,” he says. He leans forward to caress my cheek with his thumb. “Gorgeous and mine for tonight.”
With his index finger and thumb cupping my chin, he lifts me up into standing position with him. Suddenly, he picks up me up from the floor.
I squeal. “What are you doing?”
“Carrying you to my cave where I plan to spend the rest of the night fucking you senseless.”
I giggle because he’s such a caveman sometimes, which makes this reference all the more funny.
“You find it funny, Miss Webber? Do you have any objections against me spoiling you?”
“Oh, no, not at all.”
“Good.” He smirks. “Because you won’t be getting out of my bed until daylight. I have plenty of rope to tie you up, and I’m not afraid to use it.”
“Threatening me now, are we?”
A devilish grin spreads on his face. “You and I both know you want me to chain you to the bed and fuck you over and over again.”
I bite the side of my lip. “Does that involve more cum?”
“You really do like my taste, don’t you?”
“Yes, actually,” I say, laughing a bit. “I’m weird.” I don’t know whether that’s me or the liquor talking.
“No, you’re not weird. It just means more fun for me because I get to come in your mouth and you’ll eat it all up.”
“Hmm … I like your dirty mind, Mr. King. I’d take your cock any time of day.”
“That’s what I like to hear!” He slams open the door with his foot.
“It’s just that good,” I muse. I know I’m boosting his ego, but I think he deserves it after tonight.
He carries me into his bedroom, and I gasp at all the toys standing on the cabinet in the corner. I bet loads more are hidden inside. Oh, my Lord. This is going to be so much fun. I feel like a kid in an amusement park, waiting to try out all the new thrills.
When he sees the surprised yet excited look on my face, he asks, “Better than Doritos?”
I grin. “Way better.”
Chapter 13
When the light enters the curtains, I sit up straight in bed.
Holy shit.
This isn’t my house.
I look around, discovering yet again that this cabinet, this wallpaper, these giant windows, and this bed certainly do not belong to me. This is Leo King’s house.
What am I doing in Leo King’s house? What the fuck have I done?
I look to my side and find Leo snoring beside me, his arms above his head, his legs spread wide, partially covering mine. My eyes widen. He’s naked. I’m naked. We’re naked!
Oh, my fucking God.
Oh, Jesus.
I had sex with him.
Again.
Oh, fucking hell.
I said I wouldn’t do it, that I wouldn’t fall into the trap, but here I am, lying in his bed, naked with him.
I don’t even remember half of it, but all those toys tell me that we didn’t just do it once or without restraints. All I remember is sitting in a bar, drinking, laughing, kissing … and then some sex. And oh, God, I licked his cock.
I scramble off the bed, kicking the blanket and Leo off me, almost tumbling to the floor. I managed to catch myself in time, but then I notice the mirror, which shows my naked ass. I have a roaring headache, and the damage from last night is clearly visible. My clothes and lingerie are spread out all over the room, and I jump across all the toys and his clothes to find them and put them on. I find my dress draped over the couch, and once I have it on, some creaks are audible behind me.
“Good morning.”
Shit. I turn around, and there’s Leo, staring at me … butt naked.
My eyes widen as I look down at his junk, which is still quite huge. When he notices my eyes, he looks down too, and then back at me, smiling like a fool. “Ha, I guess we had fun last night.”
“Fun? I barely remem
ber it,” I say, looking under the couch for my shoes.
“Yeah, I thought it was. Are you regretting it or something?”
“Don’t you? I mean, God, we were wasted,” I say, putting on my shoe while holding onto the couch so I don’t fall over.
“Who cares? We were both drunk, but we’re responsible adults. We know what we’re doing.”
“I don’t,” I say, shaking my head.
He frowns. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to find my other shoe,” I say, looking under the table.
“You threw it out the window.”
“What?” I gasp. Oh, fuck no. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, along with some other things, like your bra.” He grins.
No wonder I couldn’t find it. Oh God, what if someone else did? “I have to go.”
“What? Why? You haven’t even had breakfast yet. Let me make you some coffee first.”
“No, no, I have to go now,” I say, grabbing my bag.
“Why are you in such a hurry? It’s like you’re terrified of me. Are you mad at me or something?”
“No, I think…” I don’t know what to feel right now. I’m not even sure I know what I’m doing, but I made a mistake. Big time.
“Then what? We had sex. Nothing wrong with that.”
I stop in my tracks, turn around and say, “Leo. I licked your cum.” I point at my mouth. “I had you in my mouth.”
He chuckles like he just got handed an extra bonus payment. “Yeah, that was fun, too.”
“Without a condom!” I yell.
“What, are you afraid you might contract something from me? No, oh no. I’m clean.”
“How do you know?” I scream. “For all we know, I might be carrying some STD now. Oh God, what did I do?” I slap myself on the forehead. “I licked your fucking cock. How could I be so stupid?”
“Believe me, I’m clean.” He walks to his cabinet and takes out a paper. “And if you don’t believe me, here’s the proof.”
He hands me the paper, which I snatch from his hand so he doesn’t have more excuses to come closer. Naked Leo is not in my scope right now.
“You didn’t make a mistake,” he reiterates. “I don’t have anything, and I assume you don’t either. We just had sex. It’s no big deal.”
“No big deal?” I frown, looking at him. The paper does say he’s clean, but it still doesn’t make any of it okay. I push it back into his hand. “I have to go.”
I turn around and walk toward the door.
“Hold up.”
“I can’t do this, Leo. I can’t keep doing this. Whatever it is.”
“What?” He frowns.
“I didn’t want just sex.”
“What do you mean? I thought you wanted this.”
“No, I do, but not like this. Not … coming out of a bar, completely smashed, just for the fun of it.”
“It wasn’t fun for you?”
“It was, but I don’t just fuck people, Leo. I don’t fuck,” I exclaim.
“And you think I do?” he says, making a face. “You think I just fuck every girl I meet?”
“No, I’m not saying that. Ugh, it’s all coming out so wrong. I just … I let myself be seduced, again. I can’t, I just can’t … ugh.” I open the door.
“Wait, Sam. Stop. Don’t go,” he says.
Too late, I’ve already stepped outside and closed the door.
Chapter 14
I quickly gathered my things from the pavement before I went home. I was lucky my bra and shoe were still there, although it makes me cringe thinking about how many people saw it. I can’t imagine what they must’ve thought. Not that it mattered because I was far too busy calling a cab and hurrying my ass inside. Right when it drove off, Leo stood outside, calling my name.
I’m not sure I want to know what he has to say.
Part of me wants to get past this, wants to move forward. Like, knowing what he really thinks about me is helpful, as it’ll help me move on to another guy. But I shouldn’t be having this problem in the first place. If only I didn’t have sex with him … twice … there wouldn’t be anything to get over.
The real problem here is my heart. I’m fleeing the scene because I know I can’t handle the rejection. Classy, I know, but I acted in the moment. It’s stupid, but I fear the answer he’ll give me. I mean, he’s Leo King. He fucks girls. He takes them and tosses them out. He’s a ladies’ man. Like I’d ever be enough for him. Besides, he wouldn’t want someone like me as his real girlfriend, let alone his wife.
And I want a man, a boyfriend, a husband. I’m looking for something more than just a casual fling. And that’s the sad truth, which I’m too afraid to face.
I sit down at my computer with a cup of steaming hot coffee and open my email. There are a ton but most notably one from Stephanie.
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FROM: [email protected]
TO: [email protected]
Hey, girl!!
Why aren’t you answering your phone? Did Leo abduct you? I swear, if I have to punch his face, I will. Just tell me you’re okay. I can swing by if you want me to. Just talk to me! I’m depraved!
LOL
Xoxo
Steph
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Oh dear fucking God.
I reach for my purse and throw out everything then come to the realization that I don’t have my phone. I don’t have my fucking phone. It’s gone.
I want to scream because I know Leo has it. Oh God, what if he sees all the text messages between me and Mr. Awesome? Or our emails? All the accounts are connected, you don’t need a password to login, it’s all there, and I didn’t have the time to put a lock on my phone yet because it’s brand new.
Oh, holy fucking shit.
I’m doomed.
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FROM: [email protected]
TO: [email protected]
Hey!! :)
Well, to be honest, yes, I was abducted. They took my brains out. I’m back on Earth now with a head full of Doritos. Now I can eat straight out of a bowl without having to grab something in the kitchen! Cool right? :P
And yes to the face punching, please! Goddammit. Well, might as well punch me too, while you’re at it. Seriously, I’m too afraid to admit it, so don’t you fucking laugh when you read this (or I will kill you – I swear, I will), but … Leo and I slept together again.
Goddammit.
I know what you’re thinking right now, like ‘Sam, what the hell were you thinking!?’, which is exactly what I’m thinking right now. To be honest, I don’t even fucking know. We got drunk. We kissed. We went to his house. Next thing I know, I wake up in his bed and we’re both nekkid. I’m sorry, I don’t want to give you any pictures, but you get the picture LOL
I’m trying not to freak out right now. My vagina did it again. It wasn’t me, I swear.
Okay, I’m a big fat liar, I know, but I couldn’t help myself.
I need help.
Send help. Before it’s too late.
Too late, the Martians are coming to beam me up again.
P.S.: Tell me how your date went. I’m dying for some good news.
PPS: My phone was abducted too, so don’t text. Email back.
Xx
Sam
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I need to figure out how to get my phone back from Leo without making a scene. I hadn’t planned to go to work today either, but now that he still has my phone, I feel like I have no other choice. I mean, he isn’t going to stay home, right? He’s the CEO. He can’t stay at home.
Suddenly, a new email blinks onto my screen. It’s from Mr. Awesome. Crap, I totally forgot I had an agreement, and I ditched it last night. He must be pissed.
I open the email, expecting the worst.
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FROM: [email protected]
TO: doritoslover@gmail
.com
We need to talk.
A.
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It’s really bad, and worst of all, I don’t know how to respond. I agree, we should talk, but not for the reasons he thinks. This thing we’re doing, it’s toxic. Just like Leo. These men can pleasure me, yes, but I’m looking for so much more, and neither of them is able to give it to me. I can’t keep doing this, I can’t keep my heart at bay when it involves sex. I thought I could, but ultimately, that was just a lie that I told myself so I could experiment and have fun. Sometimes experiments end up badly.
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FROM: [email protected]
TO: [email protected]
I agree.
I’m sorry that I have to tell you this, but I cannot continue doing this. I need someone in my life who can be there for me, physically, emotionally, and well … you won’t. I can’t ignore my heart.
Please don’t take it personal. I enjoyed every second of what we did. However, it’s time for me to move on and find someone with whom to spend my life. It’s not my intention to hurt you, and I’m sorry if you feel bad. It’s just for the best.
Xx
S.
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After twiddling my thumbs and sighing a lot, I finally gather the courage to press the send button. The moment I send enter, I already feel a huge weight falling off my shoulders. This is something I should’ve done sooner but was too afraid to do because I didn’t want to lose what we had.
However, what we had was a thin thread, and I’m looking for a solid rope, someone to hold on to. He won’t be that man for me. He said so himself, no personal details. I doubt he’d ever stray from that path.
My computer beeps again, and an email pops into my screen. Wow, that was fast.
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