“No, I transferred here.”
“How do you like it here so far?”
“The sex has been amazing.” I smile and lean over to kiss him, but then I hesitate. What if he’s not about casual affection? Leo grins and meets me the rest of the way. His kisses are rough and possessive. I love them. I’ve never had someone see me like him.
“I enjoy kissing you,” he purrs, and my resolve to get up is wavering. “How about we make out while frotting?”
“Yes!” I’m about to roll over but then remember. “Stop distracting me. I have to work.”
He laughs out loud and reaches for me, but I jump off the bed and hurry to the bathroom.
“Mmm, that ass,” Leo praises, and that puts a little swagger in my step. “Don’t tempt me or you won’t be going anywhere.”
I run to the bathroom, and his laugh follows me.
As soon as I shut the door, that playful feeling is gone and replaced by a full feeling.
Fuck, now what am I going to do? I’m about to start leaking and don’t have my pump in here.
Fuck fuck fuck!
Alright, just squeeze them.
I lean over the tub and hand express some milk. It’s not the easiest or most effective, but after a few good squirts, I’m hoping that I’ve got enough out so I won’t leak.
I wash my hands and hurry back out to him.
Leo is getting dressed, and while I know I need him to leave, I don’t want him to go.
“You’re leaving?” I sound whiny to my own ears.
“You need to get ready for work, and I have to get my car.”
“I suppose, but—” I grab him and pull him onto the bed with me. He laughs and pats my arm soothingly while I wrap myself around him like an octopus. I nuzzle his neck for a moment before he sighs.
“Come on, cuddles. You’ve got work.”
I grumble but let him up so he can finish getting dressed. I grab one of my padded compression shirts. This should keep me dry long enough to walk him to the door.
My mind is racing with ways to keep him here longer, like offering him breakfast or coffee, but I need to pump. So I follow him like a sad puppy.
“Listen.” He places a hand on the doorknob but then turns back to me. “I’ve never been on a second ‘date.’” He uses air quotes. “Date is also a loose term for what I do, and that’s one-night stands. But I like you Whit.” He closes the distance and hugs me. “And I’m going to let you give me your number.”
I laugh and nuzzle his head.
“Oh, you’re going to let me give it to you?”
“Yes, that’s what I said.” He looks up at me with a twinkle in his eye.
“What makes you think I want to see you again?” I raise an eyebrow.
He laughs like what I just said was ridiculous, and he’s right. No one would ever say no to him. He’s gorgeous and a great fuck.
“Fine.” I heave an exaggerated sigh and give him my number.
“Thanks, babe.” He tugs my beard, and I lean down, eager to taste his mouth again. “I don’t want to get your hopes up.” He pants into my mouth. “I might not call.” And his tongue is back down my throat.
Leo kisses like a god, and I need to fight him to give me my tongue back.
