Panty Dropper (A Sexy Standalone Contemporary Romance)

by Paige North

  “I love kissing these lips,” he said quietly.

  I nudged my chin up the smallest bit, wanting to be closer to his. He didn’t move, just kept looking and brushing my lips, using his thumb to tug slightly on my bottom lip. I thought I might scream out if I didn’t have more of him, so I ran my hand over his strong, solid chest, feeling the muscles beneath, feeling his own breath pick up at my touch.

  He took my face in his hands, pulled me to him and pressed his lips to mine. I inhaled his now-familiar scent, that sweetness and spice mingling together, and let his lips set the pace. Just having a part of my body pressed up to his, having his hands on me, was what I needed. Soon, his tongue slipped against mine, and I savored the taste of him. The deep intake of breath he took seemed to mirror the way I felt—any touch was thrilling, but I always wanted a little more, then a little more again.

  He pulled me closer to him so that my chest was pressed against his. Our kisses became deeper, more urgent. My fingers got lost in his hair as his hands roamed my back and caressed my waist. He kissed my cheeks, not sweetly but passionately, and soon his lips were back on my neck, kissing, tasting, tugging on my skin. I turned my head, giving him as much of my neck as he wanted, and he covered me with more of his mouth, pulling down the side of my dress to kiss my shoulder. His hand ran across my neck and collarbone, and I leaned away to give him more, always more. He traced my skin with his fingertips, his eyes hungry and on my body.

  I’d never felt passion like this in my life. I’d liked guys before, and had obviously been attracted to them, but nothing like this. With my ex, Paul, the kisses and everything else had been slow and dull, nothing like the feeling I had of wanting to rip every inch of clothing off Leo as he did the same to me.

  He pulled one side of my dress strap down off my shoulder, then the other, kissing my chest as he went. I hoped with every cell in my body that he planned to kiss every inch of me, no matter how long it took. I’d never needed something so much in my life as I needed more of him, right then.

  I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, exposing my bare breasts to him. His breath deepened as his eyes took me in.

  “My god,” he said. “You’re so beautiful.”

  His hand held my breast firmly as his mouth went back to my skin, going lower, onto the top of my breast as his hand stayed on the other, his thumb brushing across my hardened nipple. I arched my back, giving him more. His tongue lapped across my nipple and I gripped onto the back of his head, gathering his curls in my hand as I tried not to cry out. The slow licks his tongue made had me panting, and when he gently took my nipple between his teeth and gave a little pull, I moaned.

  “Please,” I said. “Don’t stop.”

  He gave me what I wanted. His mouth worked over my breasts more urgently, his hand holding and kneading me, and then his mouth was on me again, taking as much in as he could while his tongue worked its magic, rocking a sensitive spot in me, making me completely wet, wishing he could be all over me at once. The things he’d done to me so far—at his apartment, on his plane, and even here tonight—showed me that he knew exactly what my body wanted before I even knew myself. Tonight, though, I didn’t want to stop.

  “Leo,” I said, but it came out like a moan. My head was tilted back, my fingers still tangled in his hair. I tried again. “Leo, wait. Not here.”

  He pulled back and looked at me, concern in his eyes. “Okay, I’ll stop.” His fingers touched my face softly. “I don’t what it is about you, Sophie, but you’re impossible to resist. Should I slow down? Or stop?”

  I found it utterly charming that he was worried about pushing me too far when all I wanted to do was go all the way, and now. I smiled and said, “Do not stop. Do not slow down. Just…not here. On the couch. If that’s okay.”

  His eyes darkened as he crushed his lips back to mine quickly, deeply before pulling back again. He pulled the straps of my dress back up into place, kissing my shoulder again.

  “Come on,” he said, standing, giving me a full view of just how much he wanted me. Flashbacks of his bulging cock in my mouth came back to me, and I had to take his hand to pull me into standing position—I wasn’t sure I had the strength.

  When I stood face to face with Leo, his hair was tousled and looked wild, giving him a boyish look. He kissed my lips again, and I wondered if we’d even make it to the bedroom.

  12

  Leo grabbed the edge of the comforter and pulled the whole thing off in one dramatic motion. I almost laughed, but when he turned his eyes back to me, all sense of funny vanished along with that comforter.

  He kissed me, taking my mouth as if it belonged to him. A groan tickled in my throat, wanting to give him everything he wanted. My entire body throbbed to feel every inch of him. My legs felt weak, and I wanted him to just throw me down on the bed, but something about standing near it and not having it felt even hotter.

  My fingers found his chest, and the buttons on his shirt that held me back from his delicious skin. As he continued to kiss me so deeply, I fumbled to open those buttons until finally they were all free and I pushed his shirt off over his shoulders and down his arms, feeling the strength and power of them as the shirt fell away. I pulled my mouth away from his, eager to see his naked chest, to savor the sight and feel of it, something I’d been longing to do.

  Leo watched me, his hands lightly caressing my waist as my hands traced the peaks and dips of his muscular chest. His skin was smooth with light bits of hair across the middle. His nipples were hard and, operating only on want, I pressed the flat of my tongue on him, licking over that nipple. His sharp intake of breath edged me on, and I kissed him across his powerful chest while running a hand over the table of his abs, feeling the uneven gasps of breath he took under my hand. My hand dipped past his waist and over his cock, hard and pressing against his pants.

  His eyes, heavy with passion, found mine again, and he pulled me in for another deep kiss as he pulled down the straps of my dress, slowly lowering it to my waist, exposing my bare breasts. I stepped into him, feeling our bare chests together, our flesh melding into one another, and the sensation felt like warmth. I could feel the heat on my face as his fingers found the zipper in the back of my dress, taking it all the way down and letting the dress fall to the ground. Staying as close to his body as I could, we moved together as I pushed the dress away, hearing it slide across the floor, unneeded.

  Leo held my waist in his big hands, taking a step back to look at me. He shamelessly let his eyes slowly wander down my body as I stood before him, exposed. His hands roamed across my body, stroking my arms and shoulders, brushing over my beasts, taking only a moment to hold them firmly in his hands before moving further down my hips again. His hand ran across the front of my lace underwear, my stomach caving in at his touch. And then, Leo got on his knees before me.

  I don’t think I’d ever seen anything hotter in my entire life.

  He ran his hand across my stomach, my breath ragged at his touch, at his mouth so close to my pussy. I instinctively pushed my hips a little closer to him. He leaned in and kissed my stomach, moving his body close, his hands moving around my hips and onto my ass, letting me push closer to him.

  He kissed me over my panties, on the very top of my thigh, then across to just under my bellybutton. My head fell back, feeling his mouth on me, my legs barely holding me up. My hands found his head and I wove my fingers into his thick hair, touching lightly this time, letting him move as he wanted. His mouth went lower, over my mound, my hands tightening around his curls. I looked down to see him, his mouth kissing closer to my tight bud that ached for him. He moved his mouth onto my sex, and the heat of his breath through my panties onto me made me moan out and this time, I truly felt like I would fall over from lack of oxygen.

  “Leo,” I breathed. “Please. Wait.”

  When he moved his mouth to look up at me, he replaced the spot on me with his hand, moving his fingers back and forth across me, sure he could feel, even through the th
in fabric, how soaked I was. He ran his other hand up past my ribs, taking hold of my breast. I moaned again, my eyes falling shut.

  But now that I knew we were going to actually do this—have sex—be that intimate, I realized that it was completely wrong for me to do it under false pretenses.

  My lies were truly a web, trapping me, and seeing him this way and knowing how I felt about him—I couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

  “We need to talk,” I sighed, feeling almost sick at the thought.

  “Oh?” Leo stood up, his eyes concerned, and I sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Talk about what?” he asked.

  “I just…I don’t even know where to begin. I just…you know that I never wanted to be an actor.”

  “Yes, we already covered that,” he said, his eyes crinkling up.

  “And I’ve told you that I really want to write…”

  Leo laughed. “And?”

  I thought about just blurting it out. I’m a journalist sent to write a story about you. My name is a lie, my story is a lie…everything but the fact that I truly do have feelings for you.

  “I just want us to be honest with each other,” I said. “Like, I want you to be able to tell me everything, and I can tell you—“

  “Hold on,” Leo said, putting a hand up. He came closer and knelt down again, grabbing my hands. “You seem like you’re getting in your head, Sophie. This doesn’t need to be heavy. I really like you and you like me, right?”

  I nodded. “Yes, I really do.”

  “As for the rest,” he said, looking down. “I’m not really that kind of guy—the tell each other all our secrets and deepest fears kind of guy, if you get what I’m saying.”

  I felt like he’d just thrown cold water on me. He didn’t want to be intimate emotionally—just physically. So he’d asked me a few details about where I grew up, that didn’t mean he really was ever going to share himself with me. I’d been fooled again, or rather, I’d fooled myself again.

  “I understand,” I told him softly.

  He put a hand under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. “Are you angry with me?” he asked.

  “No. I’m not,” I said, and it was true. I was deeply disappointed, and I knew that the right thing to do now was to stop everything and leave. Perhaps even leave LA.

  “Come back to me, Sophie,” he said, running his fingers over my hand, sending chills up my arms. “Don’t get in your head. Stay here. Be here with me right now.”

  I realized at that moment that my desire for him was stronger than my ethical dilemma, stronger than my disappointment in Leo’s inability to really trust me or show me real commitment.

  I still wanted him, in some ways more than ever.

  I’d tried to tell him the truth and he’d made it very clear he wasn’t interested in hearing what I had to say.

  The wolfish look in his eyes as they considered me brought me back to my base urges, and suddenly my hands went for his belt, flipping it open in quick time. His breath caught and his hands fell away from me, dangling at his side as he watched my hands unbutton and then unzip his pants, slow enough to tease him, fast enough to see what I wanted. As I pushed his pants down he quickly kicked off his shoes. As he stepped out of his pants he slipped off his socks as well.

  “Now we’re even,” he said, standing before me in as much—as few clothes as I was.

  “Not quite,” I said. I rubbed my hand over the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs, barely containing his huge, long cock, remembering the smooth feel of it in my hand on the plane. Instead of teasing him like he had done me, I lowered his briefs, watching as his dick sprung free from the confines of those snug shorts. Before I could get my hands on him, Leo took his cock in his own hand, stroking it slowly up and down while watching me, mouth fully gaping with desire.

  He slowly pulled up and back, breathing deeply as he did. He angled his dick toward me, toward my mouth, and I accepted. I leaned forward, licking the tip of him, swirling my tongue around as he muttered curses above me. He brushed my hair off my shoulder, and seeing his hand hold his dick toward me like an offering made me wetter than I thought possible. Stretching my mouth open, I took him in, going as deep as I could before letting my tongue drag over him as I pulled up. Leo moaned my name, and I put my hand over his, encouraging him to keep his hand on himself.

  His eyes fell closed as he moved his hand up and down over his dick, his strong hand fisting himself, moving the way he liked. He went slowly but soon he couldn't help himself, speeding up. He opened his eyes, pushing his cock toward me again.

  “I need your mouth on me,” he breathed. I gladly took him in again, sliding him into my greedy mouth, opening my throat as much as I could. I moaned as my mouth felt as much of him as I could take in, more than last time, his dick going deeper into my opening throat, feeling more of him inside me. My head bobbed fast, the feeling of him so good. Leo’s hands kept brushing my hair out of my face and I knew he was watching me, making me wrap my lips a little tighter around him, press my tongue against him a little more firmly. And then he did to me what I’d done to him. He pulled back, his perfect member suddenly leaving my insatiable mouth.

  He stood back a foot, looking at me with wild, ravenous eyes. “I don’t want to come,” he said. “Not yet.”

  I scooted back on the bed, and he was on me like a tiger, quickly, covering my body with his. He buried his face in my neck, covering it with bites and kisses as he pressed his bare cock onto my still-covered pussy. As he moved his hips over me, pushing his stiff cock over my throbbing pussy, I closed my eyes to all other senses except touch. I moved my hips in time with his, at once reveling and cursing the tiny bit of fabric that separated us. His arms on either side of me, I ran my hands over the solid strength of his biceps, feeling the muscles flex even more as Leo moved his body above me.

  He sat back on his heels, running his hand across my body, taking me in with his eyes.

  “I’ve been thinking of this since I first saw you in the audition,” he said.

  I kept my eyes on his, not wanting to think about that audition. When his hands moved to my underwear, I lifted my hips to help him pull them down my thighs and off my legs. Finally, I lay totally bare before him.

  A deep groan escaped Leo as he looked over my body hungrily. I was surprised at how much I loved being so exposed, his eyes all over me. Maybe it was the pure desire in his eyes, a desire that was solely for me.

  In quick motion, his arm was under my back and he pulled me up, my legs around his hips, both of us sitting up, facing each other. He used his strong arm to pull my hips up a little more, letting my wet pussy slide over the length of his cock. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as he dragged me back and forth but never letting himself inside me.

  He rocked our bodies slowly against our most sensitive spots, and I simply held on. With one arm around his neck I brushed his cheek with the other, touching the light stubble of the late day, running my hand across the smooth bridge of his forehead, looking into his Mediterranean blue eyes while trying to get air into my lungs. The lips of my pussy throbbed as Leo continued to tease and thrill me. Each time I slid up, nearing the head of his cock, I pushed a little harder, trying to get him inside me.

  “God, Leo,” I said, pulling him closer.

  He responded by covering his mouth with mine, taking in my moans. Our tongues collided, tangled, went deeper with every rock of his hips.

  My hands tangled in his hair and my lips kissed his face and neck in a desperate attempt to get more of him, get closer, take in more of this incredible, sexy, irresistible man.

  Leo suddenly crashed me back on the bed. We were both panting, eating each other up with our eyes. He opened my knees up and I was there, spread out before him, waiting for him to take him. Leo took his cock in his hand and slid it up and down my slick walls, pausing at my opening, touching just the tip a fraction into me. I groaned, pushing myself closer to him. I felt nothing but my throbbing sex
and his dick, teasing me into insanity.

  “Please, please,” I begged, desperate for him. He rubbed his cock over my clit, making me all but scream, reaching out for him, trying to pull him closer. But Leo seemed to revel in torturing me, gently pushing my hands away. He kneaded my breast, rubbing his thumb over my nipple while continuing to tease my poor cunt. He startled me in the best way possible when he dipped his cock halfway in me before meanly pulling back out. I almost cried. I couldn't take much more.

  “You’re beautiful when you beg,” he said. “You want this?” he asked, tracing the drenched walls of me more.

  “God, yes,” I said, unable to stop my hips from wiggling, unable to open my eyes to any more senses. “I’ll do anything,” I said, and in that moment I meant it. I’d have done anything to have Leo Armstrong buried inside me.

  “Anything, huh?” he said, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Okay, then. Look at me.” I moaned but my eyes stayed closed. He pulled his dick away from me.

  “No,” I said, my eyes flashing open. “Come back,” I whimpered.

  A lusting smile crossed his face. “That’s good,” he said, moving his dick back to me, keeping the tip just barely pressed against the entrance. “Keep them open,” he breathed. He slowly pushed his hips forward, his long dick slowly taking over, filling me up. My mouth fell open in silent ecstasy, my eyes fixed on his darkening eyes. He pulled out slowly then pressed hard, deliberately into me, and I couldn’t contain my moans anymore, quickly turning into screams of pure pleasure.

  Leo fell forward onto his forearms, upping the thrusting rhythm of hips, pushing into me harder with each thrust. He took my leg under knee and pressed it back nearly onto my shoulder, and I felt it all more fully. Leo kept his eyes on me, brushing my hair off my forehead, even managing to kiss me there as he kept up his unrelenting pace. I could feel myself getting closer, and when he slowed his hips I bucked up toward him.