I can just make out the bulge of his dick and, dear Lord, he has the length and girth to make a person forget about their morals.
Molten heat burns a path to my core as I imagine what it’d feel like to drag my tongue over his cockhead. Would he groan? Shudder? Christ, how would it feel to have him fucking me?
My lower stomach cramps unhappily from the rush of desire, but the lust far outweighs the pain.
I’ve dreamed about Leo taking me a hundred different ways—more than enough time to come to the safe assumption that he could take away my ability to walk with what he’s packing. It’d hurt like a bitch, but what is pain without pleasure? I’d make it work.
Maybe I can take some anti-inflammatories beforehand and cross my fingers that sex won’t be uncomfortable for once. The theory has never proved true before, but maybe with him it will.
The lights go out just as he pushes the band of his briefs down, and I almost groan in frustration. Each one of my senses heightens, and the blue light of his phonejustilluminates this corner of the room. But it’s not enough for me to see what’s happening on the lower half of his body.
The darkness sets each one of my senses on edge, and every sound becomes its own living, breathing organism.
I’m hyperaware of the rustle of fabric, his deep inhales, the lone car driving along the quiet road. And I feel it, the moisture pooling between my thighs, saturating the fabric of panties. It’s not a wholly pleasant feeling.
My insides turn green when soft moans filter through the tense air. The thought of him seeing another girl naked sends a red filter over my vision, and I develop a benign urge to crawl out from under the bed and gouge his eyes out for it.
Who is he watching? Is it someone he knows? That girl he was pictured with? Some random video online?
For the sake of my ability to function, I tell myself it’s the latter.
His guttural groan vibrates down my spine. My eyelids flutter closed, and I focus on the tempo of a hand moving against skin, coupled by his labored breaths, wishing more than anything that I could see him fisting himself.
I’m going to Hell for this.
I’m certain that if I pinch myself, this will all be over.
The ache between my legs intensifies to the point where it’s almost painful. If I don’t get friction soon, I don’t think I’ll be able to survive. The chilled air down here might as well be a hundred degrees with how hot my skin is burning.
I’m squirming beneath the bed while Leo isright there, and he doesn’t have a clue—and maybe I’m fucked in the head, but that fact only turns me on more.
Skin rubs against skin, and I stare at the bluish hue from his phone bathing the hard expanse of his abs and chest.
Even if he weren’t in the midst of an intimate act, the pose is pure dominance. Knees parted, he’s lounged against the chair as if it were a throne and the Earth belongs to him. It’s the type of posture that would have lessers cowering. But I feel compelled to fall at his feet and beg him for whatever scraps he’s willing to give me.
The lower half of Leo is little more than inky darkness. If I stare hard enough, I swear I can just make out the shape of him fisting his cock.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Fuck it. I’m going to risk it all. I can’tnotdo anything and watch him get off. That’d be unfair.
And stupid.
On my part.
As quietly as humanly possible, I ease my skirt up, cautious of moving within the tight, gross space that I’ve forgotten all about. Biting my cheek, I slide my hand beneath my tights. The barest touch to my clit has my hips bucking. My back arches off the floor when I apply more pressure on the next pass.
My sensitive nipples momentarily press against the underside of the bed frame, and never in all my life did I think it would feel good. Desire floods through my veins, and I have no choice but to clamp my free hand over my mouth and nose to keep from making a noise.
The bed frame creaks, and I freeze, waiting for this fantasy to end. Yet Leo keeps going like he didn’t notice a thing, and I swear I hear a soft chuckle before he speeds up his pace.
Filled with confidence I shouldn’t have, I let my fingers resume their circling, faster to match his pace. A shudder works down my spine, and it takes everything I have to suppress it. All I have to go off is the sound of his harsh breaths, the barelyaudible moans from the video, and Leo taking himself to the brink.
It should be me doing it.Ishould be the one taking him into my mouth. Wrapping my hands around him and showing him that I can be perfect for him.
I’ve had sex plenty of times before, but this is the most intimate thing I have ever done. Figures that it’s completely one-sided. No man should be able to command my body so much without the slightest touch or even a crumb of acknowledgment.
Leo’s proximity is heady. If I concentrate hard enough, I can imagine I’m on top of the bed, not under it, and we’re watching each other as we touch ourselves. I can picture myself crawling over to him. Or he’d flip me over to taste me with the same desperation I have for him.
