Shit. I didn’t think it was that many. “Guess I’ve got a number to beat. Think I can make you come twelve times?”
“I’d settle for one, if I’m being honest,” she blurts out.
“Oh, my needy girl. You know what I’d do if I were there right now?” I ask, gripping my throbbing cock tightly.
“Please tell me. Please, Leo.”
“I do love it when you beg,” I murmur. “Such a good girl.”
Ella moans incoherently, making me remember how much of a praise kink she’s always had. “I know what you need, sweet girl. You need my tongue. You want me lashing that clit. Sucking it, maybe nibbling on it a little. You like a teeny bit of pain with your pleasure, don’t you?”
“Oh, God, Leo, yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!” she cries out, and when she lets out a guttural moan that I feel down to my soul, I come again, groaning as my release coats my abdomen. We’re both silent for a few minutes as we come down from our respective highs, and then Ella lets out a tiny giggle. “I should be embarrassed about that, but I’m oddly not. I really needed that.”
I chuckle in response. “Guess I did, too.”
“Should it feel weird?” Ella asks softly. “It’s … us, and we have so many things that we should talk about.”
I sigh. “I don’t know. It’s not like we can ignore the chemistry we’ve always had. I don’t regret what just happened, and I hope you don’t either.”
“I don’t regret it. But I should probably get going. Night, Leo.”
“Night, Ladybug.”
Rendezvous a la the public bathroom
Imagine my surprise when I received a picture of Leo Santo following Ella Langley into the women’s restroom at Dixie’s Cafe. My source says they were locked in the bathroom for at least twenty minutes, and when they emerged, Ms. Langley’s lipstick was smudged, and Mr. Santo escaped into the men’s restroom immediately.
In other news, we have another marmot theft to report. Mason absconded with Marybeth Nix’s decorative rug she leaves by her front door. He was seen dragging it into the forest behind Everlasting. If anyone sees it, please let Marybeth know.
Me: If I ask you a question, do you promise not to give me shit about it for the rest of your life?
Luca: Why MY life? Why not the rest of YOUR life?
Me: Because if you give me shit for anything longer than a day about this, I’m murdering you and making it look like an accident. So think wisely, dickhead.
Luca: Fine. What can I help you with, Ladybug?
Me: I’ll let that pass, because I need some help.
Luca: You’ve come to the right place!
Me: You don’t even know what I need help with.
Luca: If it involved moving a body, you’d ask Alex. If it was business related, you’d go to Dom. Anything about food would be Belle, and anything else you’d ask Gia about. Since you’re coming to me, I know it has to do with sex.
Me: How’d you get to that conclusion?
Luca: Everyone referred to me as a man slut for years, man. I know how this family thinks. I may be a happily married man, but I was once a ho. So go ahead, ask your question.
Me: You ever accidentally call someone while you were jerking off, and they heard you? Then basically asked you to help them finish, too?
Luca: I …
Luca: How the fuck …
Luca: WHY IS THIS NOT IN THE GROUP CHAT, LEO?
Me: Don’t you dare put this in there! I hate that fucking chat, Luca. You know that.
