“Shh, baby. It’s okay. I’ve got you. Just relax.” The pressure doubles, picking up speed.
My heavy eyes widen. I’d recognize his voice anywhere. “Leo?”
What—what’s happening? He’s really here?
It’s not... the man who broke in. He isn’t here.It’s just Leo, I keep telling myself to calm my racing heart.It’s not him. I’m safe.
I collapse against Leo. Tears well as the memory of the text and all that could come from it assaults me, but the panic unlatches itself from my chest as my senses home in on the circles he’s rubbing over my clit.
I open my mouth to say his name again, but nothing comes out, and I have to choke down a cry instead.It’s Leo. I’m safe.In his arms, I can almost pretend the text never happened.
How—what is he doing here? How long has it been? I can’t still be dreaming, can I? How long have I wanted to experience waking up surrounded by Leo and not just his blankets?
He makes a deep, satisfied sound of approval, pushing his knee between my legs to give him better access. His other hand skates beneath my top to cup one of my breasts and play with my tightening nipple.
I can’t help it. I arch into his touch—have to. He can make me forget. Make it seem like nothing in this world is wrong, and I won’t wake up to the glaring light of day, worried that all my dirty secrets will come to light at the hands of another.
A distraction. Yes. That’s it. This is what I need—Leo to help me get rid of this weight on my chest, even though his presence here shows everything that’s wrong with our relationship.
God, this is crazy. Stupid. Insane. It’s every version of screwed up, and I can’t bring myself to pull away.
Distance and timearen’t something I want right now. All Leo needs to do is sneak into my room while I’m sleeping after the text I received, and apparently, all is forgotten.
“I told you to keep my bed warm because I’ll be seeing you,” he whispers against my ear.
My eyes fall shut, and I focus on his presence, reminding myself this is real. It’s the only thing that exists. Not the text, not the state of my apartment, not my career, and not my shitty family.
Just me and Leo beneath the covers where nothing can reach us.
I grip his wrist and sink my nails into him when his fingers dip into my entrance.Yes, a distraction.
“W-we need to talk.” I say it for the sake of saying it. To tell myself I tried—pitifully.
Talkis the last thing I want when the muscles in my lower stomach are spasming around him, and I can barely keep my eyes open because of how good it feels—like a fucking dream come true.
I should tell him about the text, but voicing it makes it real. It’ll mean it’s not an incident I can justforgetbecause he’ll blow it up to the size of the moon, and this pleasure will go away.
Leo stops his ministrations, and I tense. I’m toeing the line of lashing out from frustration, because I didn’tactuallywant us to start discussing a situation I haven’t yet wrapped my head around or come to terms with.
My heart stops altogether when he slowly lowers me onto my back and begins inching down my body.
“Then talk,” he says simply.
I blink against the darkness. I can only make out his silhouette, and the faintest brush of light on the high points of his body, like the line of his shoulders down to his collarbone,the bridge of his nose, the curve of his cheek. Still, I canfeelhim smirking.
And that eases something in me.
He pushes up my shirt, so it’s gathered around my waist and settles himself at the edge of the bed, placing my legs over his shoulders as if the act were as natural as pulling up his sleeves before he eats.
Leo’s grip around my thighs stops them from closing—whether from self-consciousness, self-preservation, fear or general shock, I’m not sure.
Even though I don’t have any real complaints, the part of my brain that screams we need to try to be normal makes me say, “Y-you can’t just sneak in and?—”
“Don’t you want to see me tasting your cunt?”
My stomach contracts when the heat of his breath hits my core. It makes meveryaware of the mess he’s made of me. Especially when moisture trickles from my entrance at the lewdness of his words.
Because yes, I would very much like him to go down on me.
