by Alex Lucian
I swallowed the groan that escaped his mouth and pressed my nails a little deeper. He pulled away from my mouth to put his lips at my ear as his hand clutched my hair and tugged. “It’s going to be really hard to go slow,” he whispered, his voice low and thick.
I wrapped a hand around his neck, nibbled on his jaw and said, “Then don’t.”
He dragged his face along mine, that five o’clock shadow scraping my jaw line, before he captured my mouth in his again, teeth biting into my bottom lip.
Somehow, after knocking down a picture frame or two, we made it along the wall into my bedroom. He picked me up again, so that I was facing him and walked us to the bed, gently bringing me down to the mattress so that he was over me, one arm braced beside my head.
His lips moved to my neck, leaving wet, open mouth kisses along the column of my throat as he moved down to my breasts. “Fuck, you smell incredible,” he said, his face pressed right into my breasts as his hands moved up my thighs.
I squirmed beneath him, thinking that while his hands and lips felt amazing, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I pushed up, hooked a hand into the front of his jeans and pulled myself up so that he was standing at the foot of my bed and my eye line was with his stomach as he stood.
I looked up at him and cocked my head to the side. “We had a deal,” I said, summoning my courage now that the liquor had loosened my anxiety.
His eyes looked impossibly dark from this angle, since the lights weren’t on and my room was completely shadowed by the evening sky. His hand came over my hair, brushing it down and over my scalp. “This is your reminder,” he said before swallowing hard, “that we don’t have to do this.”
Using my thumb, I flicked open the button on his jeans and replied, “We’re doing this.”
He closed his eyes briefly and what startled me was just how beautiful he looked, with his perfectly sculpted face, full lips and dark lashes.
I shook my head, turned my face back to his stomach where a few buttons still remained fastened. With fingers much more steady than before, I undid the last three and pressed my face to his abs, needing a second to gather myself before going any further.
I pressed a kiss to the skin there, just under his belly button, and ran a finger down what I could see of his happy trail before it disappeared into his pants. I felt Leo tremble in my hands and took confidence from that, from the small sign that I was affecting him.
Knowing I needed a second before my face was full of Leo, I slowly undid his zipper. The noise was so loud I thought it had an echo in the room. The only other sounds were the light buzz of the air conditioning and our breathing. I pulled off his jeans completely so that he was only wearing his boxer briefs. He was straining against the fabric and I was simultaneously turned on and nervous.
Not realizing I was doing anything to cause him to react, Leo’s hand in my hair gripped. “All you’re doing is breathing and I can feel it like you’re wrapped around me.”
His voice, so soft in the dark room, made me want to cross my legs. A steady pressure was building there and my chest was tingling. Leo was the first man to make me feel like this, all turned on and squirmy. And he wasn’t even touching me intimately.
I put my hands on his waist and pushed him back a little so that I could stand. I placed my hands on his shoulders and slid my fingers under the shirt, pushing it so it fell down his arms and off his body.
“Trade places,” I said, pushing him onto the bed. His jeans were gathered around his ankles, but I didn’t bother removing them. Instead, I placed a hand on his chest. As I was about to push him back, his hand covered mine and I met his eyes.
There was something so intimate about having him staring at me, hand covering mine, in the dark room, while we were both wearing clothes still, even if he was more undressed than I was.
I crawled onto the bed, straddling his lap strategically so that I was right over his cock. With my hands on his shoulders for support, I lowered myself a little, pressing him against me.
He hissed through his teeth and his hands came up, gripping my upper arms. “You’re a fucking tease,” he said.
I smiled, not because I was a tease but because I hadn’t realized I was. In truth, I was trying to relieve a little bit of the ache that was pulsing within me, not realizing what it was doing to him. I pressed my mouth to his, softly, then pulled back just enough to whisper, “Lie back.”
To his credit, Leo was quick to listen, falling back so quickly that I fell with him, right on top. “Perfect,” he murmured against my hair as my face fell onto his chest. I pressed a kiss against his smooth chest and then moved my mouth to one nipple and then the other. “That’s the one you twisted really fucking hard last week,” he said as I closed my lips over the tip.
I tugged on the nipple just a little before moving down his body, my stomach grazing over the bulge in his underwear. Just feeling it against me made me squirmy and nervous again, but I didn’t want to stop now. I kept kissing down his stomach, over each one of those delectable ab muscles as my fingers curled into the waistband of his underwear.
Slowly, I pulled down the underwear as my mouth reached the skin just under his belly button. I pulled the skin there in my teeth, lashing my tongue over it, and then finally raised up so I could get a good view of his cock as I unveiled it, one inch at a time.
My eyes widened as I began to understand just why I’d been sore the morning after we’d had sex. Leo’s impressive physique didn’t end at his football pants. Oh, no.
But because it was so impressive, the nerves took over and I stared at it, blanking on all the advice Jenny and Liza had given me.
“You okay down there?”
I lifted my head as my hair hung right over his hips. “Yeah. Just thinking.”
His lips widened, white teeth flashing in the dark. “Well stop doing that.”
I looked back at his cock. “I can’t remember what I’m supposed to do,” I admitted, thankful the dark room was hiding the blush that I knew colored my cheeks.
Leo’s hands gripped my shoulders and he sat up, pulling me with him. He took one of my hands and brought it to the base of his penis, wrapping his fingers around mine and squeezing.
“You’re so warm,” I murmured, my hand sandwiched between his rough, calloused fingers and his warm, smooth cock.
“You can’t really do it wrong,” he said, tucking the hair behind my ear. “Just do what feels natural.”
I nodded and the hair came undone from behind my ear again. “Okay. Please lay back.”
“I have to say, this is the first time I’ve ever gotten head from someone so polite.”
I narrowed my eyes as he laid down. “I haven’t blown you yet.”
“Please do.” He pulled an arm up behind his head so he was angled a little better to see me.
Lowering my head, I started breathing warm air right over the tip. I was finally remembering some of what Jenny had said. I teased him a little at first, not on purpose, but just because I was still working up the courage to wrap my lips around him.
The hand that was around his base squeezed and then I moved it up a little before bringing it back down. Leo shifted a little underneath me, so I knew what I was doing felt good to him. I used my other hand to wrap higher up, just under the plump head. While squeezing, I brushed my thumb over the tip and felt a shudder of accomplishment when Leo breathed audibly.
After rubbing my hands over him, I finally brought my mouth to the tip, wrapping my lips over the head until they met my fingers. Once it was actually in my mouth, I felt a little lost on what to do, but I remembered Jenny had said no teeth. I pressed my tongue flat to the head, running the tip around my mouth as I moved my hands down his shaft to make more room in my mouth, taking him in inch by inch.
Once I’d fit as much as I comfortably could, I sucked. He tasted salty, warm, but not unpleasant. My cheeks hollowed and Leo hissed again.
“God.” I felt his eyes on me, but I was too timid to
lift and meet his eyes just yet. “Use your tongue a little,” he panted.
So I did as he asked, whirling my tongue around him as my hands cupped his balls and squeezed gently.
Leo’s hand found my hair again and I was grateful to have him touching me, almost like he was leading me through this.
I opened my mouth, let his cock fall out onto his belly and did the cool blow that Jenny had showed me.
“Scarlet,” Leo said and I finally looked up at him as I blew the air across his length. His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark with lust. “That feels amazing.”
I didn’t think it was possible to feel as proud as I felt, for making him happy with what little I knew. I no longer cared about just crossing an item off my bucket list, but instead I just wanted to please him—as archaic and anti-feminist as it sounded—I didn’t care. There was power in giving a man pleasure, in watching him come apart in your hands—or mouth. I put his dick in my mouth again and swallowed what I assumed to be a tiny bit of pre-cum as I sucked harder this time.
Over and over, I sucked and let go to blow, alternating hot breaths and cool, narrow lines of air over him. After several minutes, I could tell he was being tortured by this hard sucking and air teasing, so a final time, I sucked him as far as I could go before I gagged a little and pulled back. With one hand on his balls, squeezing and gently tugging, and one hand at the base squeezing and jerking, I flattened my tongue over the tip over and over and sucked hard.
“Yes,” he said softly, his voice crawling along my skin. “Scarlet, look at me.”
I lifted my eyes, looked across the expanse of skin up to his face, my hair curtained around me. It was insanely sexy, seeing his face staring at me like that, as if I held all his pleasure in my hands—because I kind of did, but in my mouth.
“I’m going to move you with my hand,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
I couldn’t say anything because my mouth was full, so I did a slight nod and the hand in my hair gripped and pulled me up before pushing me down again. After a few times, I got the rhythm and proceeded without his help.
He was hissing and sucking in air, making these sexy little moaning sounds. His stomach started flexing and his moans became louder. I tugged harder on his balls and sucked hard on him as my jaw began to grow sore and then, all of a sudden, I felt the first warm spurt down my throat. Without thinking, I just kept swallowing as he hissed one long, loud sound and jerked once off the bed.
I swallowed all of it and then laid my head beside him so I could close my jaw and relax a second.
After a few seconds and a long exhale, he said, “Not done yet, Jennings.”
“Huh?” I lifted my head but he was already pulling me up with his hands before grabbing me around the waist and gently tossing me beside him the bed. He climbed over me and I gulped at the intense heat in his eyes.
“Your turn,” he said, his hand snaking between my legs. “Oh.” A wicked smile spread across his face. “Well, this is convenient.”
I couldn’t answer because his fingers were already inside of me, pressing in all the right places. His thumb pressed hard against my clit and I just about bounced up off the bed, so turned on from giving him pleasure that the lightest touch was out of this world.
“You did…” he laughed, shook his head. “That was fucking unreal, Scarlet. Now I’m going to show you just how happy I am.”
His mouth lowered as he flipped up the skirt of my dress and then his mouth was hot—right on me. Involuntarily, my hips bucked and his hand pressed down on my lower stomach to keep me in place.
Now that I was completely sober, I realized that having Leo Madsen’s face between my legs was a pleasure I had missed most of before. His hands gripped my inner thighs and spread me and I had never felt more open, more vulnerable.
I pushed down my dress so I could see his face. I wasn’t prepared for how erotic he looked, his lips and chin completely obstructed from view. His eyes met mine and glittered with triumph.
The heat began in my legs first, traveling up my body like I was dipping into a hot bath. My legs went immobile, as if my limbs were surrendering to the magic he was doing to my body. I felt his thumbs come up to my lips and spread me apart before running inside.
“Oh my goddddd,” I groaned as the hot flush of my orgasm rumbled up and shook me from my core.
“Come on, Scarlet. Let it go.”
My whole body was overcome with trembles and tingles and a thousand sensations at once. A groan tore from my throat as the heat came full circle in my chest and spread everywhere.
I wanted to buck off the bed when his mouth came away and his fingers pressed up inside me. Waves of intense, hot pleasure whipped over me, crashing over and over until I finally gave in and let go.
It was my first sober orgasm and it blew anything I expected out of the water, and I knew that it wasn’t just because I was inexperienced. I knew it was because of Leo. And his drive, his need to make me feel as I’d made him feel.
So I’d be lying if I said that after Leo flopped over beside me and we both lay there, catching our breaths, a part of myself didn’t unwittingly develop feelings that were more than just gratitude for an excellent orgasm.
Chapter Twenty-Two
I liked to think that the blowjob bonded us. And what a fucking spectacular bonding session it had been. Over the next few days, Scarlet and I settled into a comfortable truce. I teased her about her driving, she gave me narrow-eyed looks of annoyance when I was late getting to her car. But instead of them being real, I could see the sparks of heat behind her eyes.
Like she was imagining the way I’d clamped my hand down on her thigh when I ate her out. Or the way she’d kissed across my stomach before she’d sucked me dry like a fucking porn star.
Great. Now I was hard.
And workouts were not the place for that. I recited Tom Brady’s stats from the 2001 season in my head until I’d willed that shit back down. Okay, and 2002.
Unfortunately, what I couldn’t get out of my head was the lingering question that I’d had since I did the walk of absolutely no shame across our street that night.
What was next on the list?
Maybe she was waiting for me to initiate something, or maybe she was plotting. But I leaned toward the former. Now, as fun as it would be to take her to get a piercing, or plan some elaborate public sexscapade, I knew she was most likely to loosen up in the privacy of her own home.
I pulled my phone out, grinning while I typed out my first text.
Leo: I forgot to tell you this morning, but that skirt you’re wearing? Makes your ass look fucking phenomenal.
Scarlet: I’m in class, Leo. I’m not going to sext with you.
Leo: Not sexting. Just trying to tell you that look hot today. I can’t stop thinking about what you’re hiding underneath that skirt.
Scarlet: Oh. Well, thank you.
After Coach yelled at me to put my phone away or he’d shove it up my ass, I went back to work, channeling all the energy that pushed through my veins. After I finished workouts and had showered, I sent Scarlet a couple more texts as I walked to my statistics class that was a few buildings away from the field.
Leo: Do you want to hang out later?
Scarlet: Is this that “Netflix and chill” thing that I’ve heard about? Are you speaking to me in code?
Leo: Scarlet, I’ll never speak in code when it comes to something like that. I’ll say to you, hey, I want to put my tongue somewhere on your body, does that sound good?
Leo: Got it?
Scarlet: Got it.
Leo: You didn’t answer me.
Scarlet: I know. You’re awfully quick.
Leo: Stop, you know what it does to me when you get feisty.
Scarlet: I do? And aren’t you in class? Quit texting me and pay attention.
Leo: I’m so hard right now, you little firecracker.
Truthfully, I wasn’t, but it served a purpose. I wanted her on edge by the time I saw her. By the
time I walked up to her car a couple hours later, she was giving me a contemplative look from the driver’s side window. I felt her eyes follow me while I passed the hood of the car and opened up the side door to toss my backpack on the floor behind my seat.
“How was your day, dear?”
She rolled her eyes, but her lips twisted in a reluctant smile. “Filled with far more communication than I’d expected.”
“Yeah?”
Knowing she was still watching me, I kept my eyes forward while she pulled the car out of the parking lot and onto the road. “You’re not going to explain?”
I didn’t answer her until she’d pulled onto the highway heading back toward Worcester, and before I did, I leaned over the console and spread my hand over the ivory skin of her thigh where it met the hem of her skirt. She jumped when I curled my fingers around, but didn’t say anything.
“See how much darker my skin is than yours?”
“Mmmhmm.” Her hummed answer was tinged with nerves.
“That’s the kind of stuff I was thinking about this morning. Weird, huh?”
I left my hand there for a few more seconds while she drove, then pulled it away, letting the tips of my fingers drag against her skin intentionally. Goosebumps popped on her skin before I’d fully moved my hand back in my lap, and I smothered a smile.
When she shifted in her seat, using the movement to press her thighs together, I did not smother the smile. I just made sure to do it in the direction of my window so she couldn’t see it.
By the time we pulled into her driveway, I was semi-hard thinking about exactly how I was going to get Scarlet to touch herself. She probably assumed, quite mistakenly, that she’d manage that list item on her own.
“Do you have Netflix?” I asked right after I popped my door open.
“Yeah,” she answered, brows lowered.