them. All these images flash in my mind, and I start grinding against him. His fist tightens in my hair. “What did I tell you?”
I bite back a smile. When he’s like this, this… demanding… I want to give myself to him, to comply to every one of his orders. I’m aware there might be something wrong with me—thinking that, wanting that—but I don’t care. He’s the only guy to ever turn me on, and I never, ever thought it would be like this. Gaining courage from his stare, I pull back just enough to lift his T-shirt over his head. His cap comes with it, and I run my hands through his hair. It’s longer than I’ve ever seen it, and I love the way the waves flip around his cap, the way they stay like that even after it’s gone. His mouth finds mine while his hands move along my chest, spreading my top open for him, exposing me to his hungry eyes when he rears back. “Fuck, I love your tits,” he says, and then he’s doing everything I wanted him to. Pinching them. Biting them. Devouring them. I hold on to his head, my back arching in pleasure. I ride his erection through his jeans, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need everything. I undo the button first, and then lower the zipper. “Mia.” It comes out a warning. I don’t comply. I push down his boxer shorts and free him. My eyes widen. It’s the first one I’ve seen, in the flesh, and I’m momentarily stunned. Leo must notice, because he asks, “You okay there?”
I nod, try to do that natural thing called breathing. “I’ve never um… seen one before.”
He’s silent for so long, and when I look at him, he’s grinning so wide almost all his teeth show.
“Don’t laugh; you know I’m… inexperienced.”
“I wasn’t sure how inexperienced.” He shrugs, lazy. “But I’m going to be honest. I’m scared that if you touch it, I’ll be done for. And I want to get you off at least twice before I fuck you, so…” He starts to pull his shorts back up, but I grasp his wrist, stop him.
He laughs once, his eyes hazy with lust as he peels each of my fingers off his wrist. “That’s not how this works, Mia.”
“Not how what—” Before I can finish, he’s standing us both up and shrugging out of his jeans. Even hidden beneath his boxers, I can tell how big he is, and I worry—just for a moment—that he could possibly hurt me. I stand, my hands at my sides, as he moves behind me, shifting my hair so he can kiss the back of my neck. A shiver runs up my spine, and he catches it with his tongue as he lowers my shirt over my shoulders, down my arms. My arms move behind me with the movement of the sleeves, my hands almost meeting behind my back. His mouth is on my lower back, and he makes a noise from deep in his throat. I look behind me, see him squatting, my hands caught in the sleeves of the shirt. “What’s wrong?”
He laughs, but it comes out a scoff. “I’m just trying to talk myself out of tying your hands like this and pushing you onto your knees so I can’t do really, really bad things to you.”
At his words, heat pools between my legs and my mouth goes dry. “Do it,” I find myself saying.
“Mia, no.” He bites my butt through my shorts.
“Why not?”
He sighs, the sound of temptation.
And I groan, the sound of frustration. “You say these things, Leo, and then I picture them in my head, and I get so fucking turned on and then you deprive me of—”
“Deprive you?”
“Touch me!” I demand. “Between my legs. Touch me there and see what you do to me.”
He’s still squatting behind me, and I’m still standing, craning my neck to see him. He looks up at me, even though his hands are lowering my sleep shorts. For a second, I feel embarrassed about how exposed I am to him. Cool air hits my wetness, and then he does what I asked of him. He slides a finger through my liquid pleasure, and my knees buckle beneath me when his tongue replaces his finger. “Oh, fuck!” I cry out. His hand’s firm against my back, pushing me so I’m angled, giving him better access, and I’ve never, ever felt so much pleasure in