“For a man claiming to not be distracted, you sure are easily distracted,” Leland playfully says.
“I can still enjoy youandtell you that we’re not letting you go anywhere alone,” I explain, voice firm.
“We’ll see.”
I hesitate, hand on his chest while the words “We’ll see” bounce around in my head. It’s really such a concerning thing when Leland promises that we will “see” about something.
“Maybe I should disengage while I’m still able to,” I muse as he pushes my underwear the rest of the way down until they hang off one of my ankles.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he says, pulling his fingers free and lightly brushing my cock.
He slides up, my cock skimming over his balls before he sinks down, rubbing my dick against his ass.
“You still going to run?” he asks.
“I really should,” I say as Leland’s hand strokes my cock before directing it toward his ass. “I really, really should.”
“Sounds like the desperate cries of a desperate man,” he taunts, and I’m positive that Leland is going to be the death of me.
My hand slides down his stomach and over his cock as I feel the head of my own dick against his entrance. He’s giving me the perfect view while he presses down on me until I feel my cock slide into his tight body, and it feels so fucking good. Leland sinks down, taking all of me before tossing a look back at me that makes me hesitate.
I knew better.
I should have run.
“You’re going to stay here where you’re safe and sound, you hear me?” he asks, voice commanding.
“I might hear you, but I’m not going to do it.”
“I could take Tavish as a bullet shield and Micah as a secondary shield. Tavish on my front, Micah on my ass.”
“I’m going with you,” I insist, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his cheek. “We’re all going.”
“It’s going to be a long fucking night, then,” he says as he settles in like he’s going to torture me by holding my cock tightand refusing to move. It feels so fucking good being inside him, but it would feelmuchbetter if he moved.
My hand drifts back toward his cock, but he intercepts me with ease.
“Let’s watch the movie,” he suggests, turning his attention to it.
Does… Does he really think he’s going to control me by taking control of my dick? What nonsense is this?
I sigh and pepper soft kisses down his neck. “Why can’t I go? Why can’t I protect you? And why has this turned to torture?”
“You do know that I love torture.” He turns briefly and gives me a blissful look.
“I’m well aware!” I complain as I wave toward my cock.
“Ooh, I think you should dress up like that,” he says while he grins at the screen. Like… how is he focused on TV right now?
I hook my hand around his waist and thrust up, which quickly gets me into some strange armlock that tells me if I make this move again, I’m going to regret it.
“You areevil,” I decide, completely incapacitated with one flick of Leland’s wrist. The bigger question is: Why does that turn me on even more?
“You’re welcome,” he says as he squeezes down on me, like sitting here isn’t even torture.
I must remain strong. I mean… does he really think that I would risk his life for sex? “I’m still going. We can sit here all night and I’m still going.”
“Yeah?” he asks, leaning back just enough to kiss me. I gladly kiss him back because I’m a sucker and I adore him. “But wouldn’t it be more fun if you actually got to get off?”
