Chapter 20
Leo took us to an overlook where the stars were far brighter than they were in the city.
“I remember you were sad over the light pollution,” he explained. “A few Google searches led me to this place. The reviews said this was a perfect spot to pick out constellations.”
My eyes widened. “Wait, you remember me complaining about the stars?”
Leo shrugged and tried to sound casual as he said, “I did.”
I smiled at how he remembered such a tiny detail about me.
We spent little time narrowing in on the constellations. Instead, Leo popped the trunk of his SUV and laid down a blanket. There was more than enough space for us to lie down.
Not having to steal a touch or rush a kiss was thrilling. Any slow down or speed up was because of our own wishes. Like Leo explained before, he liked things slow. My body ached for his touch. Every time his fingers ran across my skin, it was a tease.
“You must like a girl that begs,” I mused in-between kisses.
“A little, actually.” He laughed when he saw my deep frown. “What’s the matter?”
“You’re going to draw this out, aren’t you?” I ran my hand down his chest, stopping right above his belt. “Maybe I’ll do the same to you and see how you like it.”
“Like to see you try,” he whispered.
I laughed. “Is that a dare?”
He nodded in confirmation. “See who can go the longest without giving in.”
I chewed on my lip. That had definitely not been the plan. After years and years of wanting my brother’s best friend, the last thing I wanted to do when I had him was wait. Not just wait, but be teased while I did so.
A part of me was intrigued by the idea, though. I wondered if I could get him to crack first. The thought of having Leo beg for me was such a turn-on, I could feel myself getting hotter.
So, I accepted his challenge by removing my shirt. He raised a brow, impressed and curious. I had small breasts. They were barely large enough to constitute a wired bra, so I opted for bralettes instead.
Leo watched as I removed the bralette. My nipples were already hardened from his kissing. The sight seemed to thrill him enough to lean back in for a kiss.
I arched so my chest pressed into his. His hands gripped my back, holding me firmly against him. When my legs wrapped around his waist, I felt his hard dick underneath his jeans.
There was no way he’d hold out on me, I told myself. Once he unzipped his pants, I was even more convinced of his growing weakness.
“Take these off,” he ordered. His hands covered my shorts, squeezing my ass in the process.
“You giving in already?” I teased and unbuttoned the shorts. “That didn’t last long.”
He shook his head. “I want you to touch yourself for me. And I want to watch.”
The words sent pulsing through my body. I removed the shorts and underwear. In the truck of Leo’s car, I laid naked with him kissing me. He sucked and bit on my bottom lip. With every bite and swipe of tongue, my pussy begged for something, anything. For now, I settled for my hand.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured against my lips when he realized I was rubbing myself. “Got yourself nice and wet?”
I nodded with half-closed eyes. My fingers worked in a circular motion around my clit. Leo’s eyes shifted down towards me, masturbating. Something about touching myself in front of him got me wetter faster than I ever could on my own. I felt my walls clenching, in need of something larger than my fingers.
My cheeks burned a bit at how dirty this all was. I’d only had short, penetrative sex. Everything was quick and done as soon as the guy finished. I’d never touched myself in front of a partner. And was never looked at with such longing before now. Leo seemed to sense my slow, creeping insecurity.
“Don’t be shy,” he whispered into my ear. “Nothing wrong with enjoying yourself.”
I let out a low moan when his hand covered my thigh. He urged my legs further apart, giving my fingers more access.
“How many fingers can you take?” he asked. “I want to see you push yourself a bit.”
