“Three,” I whispered through a heavy breath and bit back a moan when his fingers pressed my nipple. A quick look down gave me a visual of Leo’s arousal. The head of his dick slipped through the cut in his underwear. There was pre-cum on the tip. He noticed me watching and asked,
“It’s yours,” he promised as he brushed his thumb across my cheek. “If you beg for it.”
I laughed, cutting off abruptly when he removed his shirt and underwear. A completely exposed Leo almost made me give up our little game. I’d imagined what he looked like under his swim trunks. Imagination paled compared to what stood before me. I didn’t swallow my moan after watching him take his dick in his hand.
Leo’s dark eyes met mine as he stroked himself. His breath was hot when he found my mouth again. I inserted two fingers and then added a third when Leo pulled back for a moment to check my progress.
“Good girl,” he hummed his approval. “God, I love the sound of you.”
I didn’t know whether he was referring to my moaning or the noise of the wet on my fingers. Either way, he’d stay satisfied because the noise wasn’t dying down anytime soon.
As my fingers explored inside, I positioned my thumb on my clit. The movement was a game-changer. I whimpered at the building tension between my legs. One glance down showed me, Leo was also finding his rhythm.
The swollen head of his cock was slick and begging to be put into something. I imagined it in my mouth or pulsing inside of me. I was sure he’d feel hot and satisfying. My clit ached a little, responding in instant agreement.
“This is a silly game,” I lamented.
Leo chuckled. “Does that mean I’m winning?”
My nipples tightened when he leaned over to take one in his mouth. He sucked on it like I imagined he would on my clit. I nearly climaxed at the sight of his tongue circling my areola.
“Slow down,” I whispered. “I’m close.”
“Come, Kira,” he said, pulling away for a moment. “Just with your fingers. Don’t think about it.”
“But…” I sucked in a breath when his mouth found mine and could feel his steady strokes as he jerked himself off.
“Please,” he pleaded as he pressed his forehead against mine. “Take care of yourself for me, Kira. I want you to make yourself come. Let me see how you come.”
“Leo.” My beg was too late. I came on my fingers. As I did, I pressed myself against his body so he could feel the pulsing going through me. He moaned at the sight of me orgasming and tried to turn his dick away before he finished.
“Don’t.” My request surprised us both. “Come on me.”
He grabbed my chin to pull me close for a rough kiss. As my lips parted, welcoming in his tongue, I felt the warmth of his cum on my leg. The forbidden feeling of him trailing across my skin made my orgasm linger. My pussy sent sparks throughout my body as Leo emptied himself onto me.
“Are you okay?” he asked as soon as he finished. His forehead pressed against mine.
I nodded with a smile on my face. “I’m perfect.”
* * *
My exhaustion the next morning felt more than worth it. I said little when my family piled into the car to go to the local pool. In all honesty, I’d forgotten about our scheduled family practice together. Between the lawn drama and thinking about Leo, I’d put the charity swim on the back burner.
“Oh, wonderful,” Mom said in a sarcastic tone under her breath when we entered the pool. “There’s the Michaelsons.”
I followed her gaze to a family of four. Two women around my parents’ age stood watching two swimmers in the pool. The women were long-limbed and tan-skinned from the summer sun. One had blonde hair cut in a blunt bob. The other wore her brown curls in a bun. Neither looked familiar to me, so I glanced at Nate to help me out.
“They were supposed to be on the Olympic team when Mom and Dad were,” Nate whispered into my ear as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “But the blonde one didn’t have a fast enough time, thanks to mother dearest.”
I sighed, feeling impending dread for what would be a fake conversation. We didn’t come across athletes who trained with our parents often. When we did, the venom in voices flowed effortlessly.
Being hated didn’t seem to bother my parents one bit. They started towards the Michaelson without hesitation.
“The other one got injured after the trials,” Nate explained. “Apparently, she’d been really close to Mom during training. She qualified the year after, though. I think she brought home bronze… and she went on record to denounce her friendship with Mom and Dad.”
“I don’t want to be here,” I mumbled as I scanned the area for an out.
“Remember what I told you about watching things burn.” Nate squeezed my shoulder in encouragement. “Everything’s going to be fine.”
