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You can’t help but chew at your lip when you hear your phone vibrate across from you on the coffee table. You’ve spent the week crying, sulking, and eating nothing but junk food since you haven’t had the energy to clean anything or deal with dishes. Your apartment doesn’t even feel like home anymore after spending the majority of your free time at Leon’s for so long. Half of your belongings and your whole heart remain there.
You’ve been torn whether to stand by your promise to yourself to keep distance, or to give in to Leon’s attempts to reach out and go ahead and come clean about your feelings. You know that logically you should do the latter; it would hurt like hell in the moment, but save you the torture of the unknown. However, you’re unwilling to lose Leon and Scottie forever, and you know you won’t be able to continue babysitting for them if your feelings aren’t reciprocated. That opens up a whole new can of worms in searching for a new job in your last year of college.
Rubbing your eyes in an attempt to clear your racing mind, you reach for your phone. You already know it’s from Leon; he’s been messaging you every morning and evening to check on you or ask to talk and you always just reply with a ’starting to feel better everyday, we can talk soon!’. This time, though, he’s left a voice message. Your heart clenches as your thumb hovers over the ‘play’ button, scared of what he’s going to say.
”Listen, I just want to talk. You don’t have to keep avoiding me, whatever it is that’s on your mind, you can tell me. I understand, I just need to know. And if it’s about what Scottie said when you left, I, uh—that’s my fault. He’s called you that a few times when it’s just me and him and I never corrected him, I know I should’ve made sure it was alright with you. When I was your age, I would’ve probably freaked and ran for the hills if a girlfriend’s kid called me dad, too. Just… call me when you can, okay? I miss you. Scottie does, too. If you don’t feel like you owe me an explanation, that’s fine. Just please give him one. He deserves it.”
You feel fresh tears spilling down your cheeks, heart breaking all over again. You haven’t even considered how you just disappearing would affect Scottie. But you need to be in a better headspace, you think. If you try to call or meet up while you’re bawling your eyes out, the conversation will go nowhere. You just need some time to gather your thoughts, that’s all. You’ll definitely call Leon soon.
You’re about to put your phone down and get ready for a walk, get some fresh air for the first time in days when you feel it vibrate again. Heart racing, you look at it again only to find out it’s not Leon this time. It’s one of your classmates—you don’t really know her well enough to consider her a friend, just studied and worked on a few projects together last semester—texting you to invite you out with a couple others to check out the new club that just opened in town before school starts back.
You debate internally for several minutes. You really need to talk to Leon, but you need a clear head to do so. Clubbing isn’t really your scene, but maybe if you have a good night out with people your age you’ll be able to think things through more clearly. And you certainly won’t go looking for a rebound, but that may just be what you need to get Leon out of your head and relieve some stress.
With a sigh, you accept the invitation and ask for details. She tells you everyone will be meeting at the club at eight. You glance at the time; it’s already four o’clock and you definitely need a good self care shower before going out anywhere.
After forcing yourself to gain the energy to get off the couch, you make your way to the shower where you wash your hair, exfoliate, shave, the whole shebang. You can’t lie whenever you get out and wrap yourself in a towel that you feel much better. Quickly, you dry and style your hair before making your way to your bedroom to throw on some makeup. Once it’s all applied, you can’t help but take a moment to look in the mirror and admire your work. It feels good to look good after spending a week in pajamas and dirty hair, and you briefly consider sending a selfie to a certain man you’re trying not to think about.
Shaking the thought from your mind before you act on it, you make your way over to your closet to rummage. You don’t own much that’s appropriate for clubbing, but you finally find a simple black mini dress that some friends insisted you buy a few years ago. You slip it on quickly, followed by a strappy pair of heels. Once dressed, you walk back over to the mirror to appraise yourself. You look hot, you can’t lie. You can barely tell you’ve been having an episode all week long, the only giveaway being some slight puffiness around your eyes that makeup couldn’t hide.
There is one thing missing, though, you think as you head over to your dresser. You pick up a familiar velvet box and open it to look at the aquamarine necklace inside before putting it on like you have every day since you got it. If you weren’t so terrified of breaking the chain in your sleep, you would wear it at all times. Pendant hanging delicately around your neck, you decide you’re officially ready and send a quick text to your classmate to let her know you’re on the way.
One fifteen minute taxi ride later, you’re standing in front of the club already feeling the beat of the bass. There’s four girls waiting for you at the entrance, two you don’t recognize and all of them dressed to the nines. You try not to feel self conscious as you approach them, not after you were just feeling so good about yourself. The two girls you know from class greet you with an overly familiar hug and the other two introduce themselves in a friendly tone, but you find yourself too anxious and in need of a drink to pay attention to their names. You silently hope you won’t have to refer to them out loud at any point of the night, already deciding to name them by the color of their clothes before you suggest getting inside for some shots.
The girls enthusiastically agree with your suggestion, so the five of you pile into the club and up to the bar. You down two lemon drop shots each before ordering a cocktail and finding a booth to claim. You’re first to slide into the red cushions of the semi-circle bench seat, sitting down and going through your drink much faster than you probably should after two shots. Soon enough, the girls are on their way to the dance floor and you’re heading back to the bar for another drink after declining their invite to dance.
While you lean on the counter to wait on your drink, a man approaches you. He’s tall, lanky and dark haired—not unattractive but not Leon, you think. The mystery man comes up next to you, wasting no time getting close enough that your shoulders brush as he waves at the bartender. You try not to flinch away at the overt contact.
“Chase,” he says to you after he orders, unashamedly looking you up and down. You feel nauseous under his gaze, but introduce yourself with a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.
“Been watching you for a while,” he admits with a smirk, and you wonder if that’s supposed to be an endearing statement. “You seem lonely, the girls you came with are having a blast without you. Looks like a couple of them have already left with some guys.”
You glance over to the dance floor at that statement. And he’s right, Red Shirt and Purple Dress are nowhere to be found, and the other two look like they’re well on their way to leaving with their dance partners, too. “Guess so,” you mutter, turning in time for the bartender to place drinks in front of you. Chase slides you one of two shots he ordered, and you figure you could use the extra alcohol. You toss it back quickly, the burn not too bad due to your already tipsy state.
“Good girl,” Chase says, and the shot nearly comes right back up. Two of your favorite words from Leon make you sick hearing them from this stranger’s mouth.
Without another word, you push off from the bar counter and head back to your booth with your drink in hand, hoping this guy will take a hint. No such luck, though; he practically jogs to catch up with you, boldly placing a hand on your back so low that his pinky is on your ass. You slide into the booth and take up as much space as possible, thinking that surely that will be an obvious rejection. Chase simply makes his way to the other end of the round seat and scoots his way next to you, placing a bold hand on your thigh under the table.
The contact and proximity combined with your rapidly growing inebriated state send you into fight or flight; and unfortunately, flight wins but there’s seemingly nowhere to go. Your eyes frantically scan the crowd for your classmates—there’s only one left and she’s too preoccupied with the guy she’s grinding with to spare you a glance. You push the offending hand off your thigh, much more gently than you mean to.
“What’s the matter, babe? I bought you a drink, you just gonna blow me off?” he asks—no, more like taunts. The nickname makes bile rise in your throat.
‘I’ll pay you back for the damn drink, just leave me alone,’ is what you want to say. Instead, you glance at your phone. There’s only one person on your mind right now and you don’t know if he’d be willing to come for you after your treatment of him this week. It’s the best you’ve got, though, brain too frazzled and fuzzy to think of any other solutions.
“Sorry, my friend’s texting me. Let me make sure she’s okay,” you say, picking up your phone and opening your messages. You quickly click on Leon’s name, but all you manage to send is your location before the device is taken from your hands and placed back on the table face down.
“She’s fine. Don’t worry about her, it’s you and me right now,” Chase tells you with a little too much bite. His hand is back on your thigh, under your dress this time, and you squeeze your thighs together to prevent him from going any higher.
Apparently unwilling to cause a scene despite his behavior up to this point, the man doesn’t try beyond a firm tug to spread them apart. Instead, he places an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer to him, mouth going for your neck. You can tell he’s saying something to you, presumably trying to get you to comply with his advances, but none of his words register. All you can do is stare at the cocktail in front of you, watch as condensation gathers on the side of the glass and rolls down. You try not to flinch when his teeth nip your earlobe, and your thighs begin to burn with the force of holding them so tight together. You’re not sure how long you endure the unpleasant burn of his touch on your skin, just waiting for it to be over.
His attention catches on the nearly completely faded marks on your neck. “What do we have here?” he coos, tracing a finger along the line of light bruises. “Acting like a prude when it looks like you’re just a little slut after all. I could tell by that tight little dress, anyway.”
You close your eyes and take a calming breath when you hear a commotion, causing you to snap them back open. Most people have just stopped dancing and are looking around confused, but there’s several who are yelling about an undercover cop busting the place while they try desperately to find an alternate exit. The man next to you tenses up at the mention of a cop, but he only barely pulls away, hand still gripping your thigh too tight. “You better act casual.”
His tone sounds too serious for you to want to find out what he’d do if you make a scene, so you dutifully drop your eyes back to the table. A flash of a badge parting the crowd of patrons and a familiar leather jacket striding up to you catches your attention, though. You look up at Leon with pleading eyes, despite the guilt that you know is painting your face.
Chase looks up at Leon’s intimidating figure as coolly as he can. “Is there a problem, sir? My girlfriend and I are just trying to have a fun night out,” the stranger next to you explains.
Leon raises a brow, eyes flashing over your tense body and the man's hand that’s beyond his field of vision. “Doesn’t look like your girlfriend wants to be here.”
“S-she does. She just gets nervous around cops, right babe? Some sort of trauma or some shit.”
His arm wraps around your shoulders and he pulls you into his chest, and you visibly flinch at the contact. Something flashes in Leon’s eyes and he slams his hands on the table as he leans forward. “Not a cop anymore, but you’re gonna wish I was if you don’t get your hands off her now,” Leon practically seethes. His eyes flash to the drink in front of you and then back to the man. “Why don’t you have a drink while you’re at it?”
Chase laughs nervously as he looks down at the cocktail, but he still makes no effort to move away from you. “Not really thirsty right now, man,” he retorts. Gears begin to turn in your head and then you look at Leon in horror when they finally click. When did he even have a chance? You took the drink straight from the bartender and had your eyes on it for all but a minute at the table. You would’ve never known; if Leon hadn’t shown up… you don’t even want to think about it.
“That’s what I thought. C’mon, let’s get you out of here,” Leon says as he reaches toward you. You’re thankful as you stretch out your hand to meet his, but you’re stopped as Chase grabs it instead and pulls you even farther into him.
“She doesn’t want to go anywhere with you,” he snaps. One of his hands travels up your body and grazes your breast before he turns your face to his. “You’d rather stay here with me than take off with some random old creep, right babe?”
The knowledge that he spiked your drink paired with his unwanted touch finally snaps you into a ‘fight’ response. You’re lifting your hand to deliver a well deserved smack, but a fist sails by your face to connect with his before you have a chance to follow through. He’s knocked back, both hands cradling his nose and you’re pretty sure you see blood between his fingers. Before he has a chance to recover, you’re being pulled out of the booth and through the crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle.
“Piece of shit,” Leon grumbles when the two of you make it outside and to his bike. He turns around and runs his hands down your arms, scanning your face and body for any physical injuries. “You okay?”
Your voice is small when you reply. “I think I am. We’ll see when I’m sober and have time to process everything,” you say, unable to look the man in front of you in the eyes. He didn’t have to come to your rescue—in fact, he probably shouldn’t have after the way you’ve treated him all week. Most people wouldn’t have, you think.
Leon pulls you into a much too brief hug, obviously relieved but also being held back by something. “Let’s get you home so you can get some rest,” he tells you, placing his helmet on your head and securing it before climbing onto his Ducati and looking back at you. You clumsily climb on behind him and lock your arms around his waist in a vice grip. Partially because you haven’t yet ridden on his bike with him, and partially because you miss the feel of him under your hands and you’re afraid he’ll disappear like a dream if you don’t hold onto him tight enough.
As he starts up the motorcycle and peels away from the club, you briefly wonder if he’s going to take you to your apartment or his house. You’d deserve it if he no longer considers his house your home as well, but you can’t help but hope he takes you there. There’s nowhere else you’d rather go right now to decompress.
Thankfully, it’s only a little less than ten minutes when Leon turns into the gated community and up his driveway. You quickly climb off the bike as soon as he parks and pull off his helmet, making your way to the front door. He’s right behind you, unlocking it and ushering you inside in silence.
Once you cross the threshold, you suddenly feel far too dirty. “Gotta shower,” you mutter, kicking off your heels and making a beeline to Leon’s en suite bathroom. He trails behind you, making a stop in his bedroom while you strip; the thought of throwing away the dress crosses your mind when Leon steps into the bathroom.
“Clothes,” is all he says as he places them on the sink counter. Your own clothes, not one of his old tee shirts, you notice with a sinking feeling in your chest. “I’ll be right outside the door if you need me. You’re still drunk, I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself,” he tells you as he turns back toward his bedroom. He doesn’t close the door, just sits on the bed within eyesight of the shower and pulls out his phone.
You have to fight back tears. Such a stark contrast to always showering together, to him taking joy in bathing you and taking care of you. With one last wistful look at Leon, you turn to the shower and crank the hot water up, stepping in and letting it practically burn your skin. You scrub until it’s red and raw, wanting to wash away not only the events of tonight, but also the last several days. After washing your hair and removing your makeup, you wash your body one more time for good measure then step out, patting yourself dry. You dress in the sleep shirt and shorts Leon provided for you, then make your way to the sink to brush your teeth. He hasn’t thrown away your toothbrush yet, you notice.
When you finally finish in the bathroom, you slowly make your way to the bed, where Leon stands and makes room for you to climb in. You settle under the covers, sighing at the feeling of being back in his bed after so long, and he walks over to you. You’re expecting him to lean in for a kiss, but he only pushes your hair out of your face and says, “You need to get some sleep.” Then, he turns to make his way out of the room.
In a panic, you grab his wrist and he turns back around. “Stay with me. Please,” you plead pathetically, feeling tears well in your eyes. He simply stands there for a moment, eyebrows knit together as if he’s having an internal debate. Finally, he nods once and walks to the other side of the bed, undressing to his boxers and climbing under the covers. You turn toward him, but he’s made sure there’s distance between you and his back is turned to you. You choke back a sob as you turn back on your other side, mind racing far too much to fall asleep.
Apparently, exhaustion must’ve taken you at some point. You wake up and immediately squeeze your eyes shut again, head pounding. You take several long moments, then finally raise up slowly. You’re disappointed but not shocked to find an empty bed, but you’re grateful when you turn to the nightstand to find some ibuprofen and a bottle of water. You take the painkillers and down the entire bottle before making your way into the kitchen, where you can smell coffee and breakfast.
Leon is sitting at the head of the large dining table, picking at his plate but seemingly uninterested in eating. Next to him is another plate piled high with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, a steaming coffee mug sitting beside it. You settle in the chair and poke around at your own food, only taking a couple small bites. Your stomach is churning with a combination of nerves and nausea. “Where’s Scottie?” you ask, breaking the silence.
“Dropped him off at Claire’s when you texted me,” he replies simply. He takes a sip of coffee and you follow suit, unsure of how to relieve the awkward tension hanging in the air. Leon’s eyes trail over your face and down your neck, pausing at your collar bones. “You’re still wearing the necklace.”
You blush and reach for the clasp. “Sorry, you can take it back if you want to. I don’t blame you,” you say quickly.
Before you can get it undone, a warm hand is on your arm. “It’s yours. Keep it,” Leon says, voice not exactly soft but lacking the bite it had before. You feel cold when his touch leaves your skin, but his eyes are drilling into yours. You know what’s coming next as you feel the pit in your stomach grow heavier. “Talk.”
You take a deep breath to try to calm your nerves, but nothing will help, you think. You just have to rip the bandaid off and get it over with. “I shouldn’t have… I’m just—I’m sorry for taking off like I did and blowing you off all week. I didn’t mean to hurt Scottie,” you begin.
Leon stops you there, crosses his arms, and you swear you hear a crack in his voice when he replies. “What about me?”
Your brows knit in confusion and you feel your heart clench. “Wh-what do you mean?”
Leon drops his arm to the table and leans forward, and you think you see tears threatening to fall. “What about hurting me? I loved—I do love you. I thought we were having a great time, everything was going so well between us. You never gave any indication that you were unhappy, then you lie about being sick so you can just up and leave us with no explanation. You broke both of our hearts, you know. Scottie asks about you every day, and I don’t even know what to tell him.”
Your eyes widen with each word that leaves his mouth, and by the time he’s finished talking, you can only bury your face in your hands and let the tears freely flow. “Oh god, I fucked up bad,” you sob to yourself.
“What was the goal?” Leon chokes out; he’s definitely crying now, too, and the sound rips your heart right out of your chest.
You drop your hands and look at the broken man in front of you through tear-clouded eyes. “I didn’t-didn’t expect this,” you say through a sniffle.
“What did you expect then?” Leon asks. He’s not yelling at you, but his voice is growing louder, more desperate. It causes you to sink further into your seat.
“God, I had no idea you felt that way,” you try to explain. “I thought it was just convenient sex for you. That I was just always there, an easy lay I guess. I kept falling deeper and deeper and it hurt more and more but I just couldn’t make myself get away from you. Then I saw your lock screen when I turned off your alarm and it’s like my heart just broke, I had to get away before you absolutely ruined me. Idiot!” Tears and snot are flowing freely down your face now, and you know you look and sound a mess but you just can’t pull anything together. Leon only stares at you in shock, seemingly at a loss for words.
“I was trying so hard to avoid letting you break my heart, and I just ended up hurting all of us. God, I love you and Scottie so much. I don’t-I don’t want to lose you, either of you,” you choke out. It’s gross, but you try to wipe off your face with your sleeve as best as you can. You can’t even look at Leon at this point; you’re half expecting him to kick you out with all your stuff.
You can only gasp in shock when you’re wrapped up in strong arms. “Shh, baby,” he coos in your ear, one hand petting your hair soothingly. “I… probably should’ve been more clear with my feelings. I thought I was obvious but I guess it makes sense you might’ve thought I was taking advantage of you if I never outright labeled our relationship. I guess I owe you an apology, too.”
You shake your head against his shoulder. “No, none of this was your fault. I was too big of a coward to ask what I meant to you,” you reassure.
You hear a choked up chuckle next to your ear. “Well, just so we’re clear moving forward—I love you and I want an actual relationship, not just sex. I just assumed we were already in one, I should’ve asked,” he says, hands rubbing reassuring circles on your back as he pauses for a beat. “But the sex is amazing, for the record.”
You laugh between sniffles, glad Leon can diffuse the thick tension in the air, always an expert at deflecting with humor. “Yeah, it is,” you agree, pulling back to look at him with a snotty smile.
Despite how much of a wreck you’re sure you look like, Leon pulls you in to kiss your hairline anyway before standing and taking your hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up. And probably me, too, I’m sure,” he says. You comply and follow him to his bathroom.
He sits you down on the closed toilet lid and wets a washcloth, then gingerly wipes it over your face and this—this is what you missed last night. The tender love and care; it nearly brings fresh tears to your eyes. You blink quickly to fight them back, not wanting to get snotty again already.
You look up at Leon as he places the cloth on the sink counter. His cheeks are tear stained, but he’s not nearly as much of a mess as you. You reach up and place your hands on his cheeks, gently swiping the wetness away with your thumbs.
Leon places a hand on top of one of yours, then closes his eyes and turns his head to press a kiss to your palm. “I missed you,” he mutters.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a tight hug. Voice muffled by his neck, you reply, “I missed you, too.”
You keep a tight grip around Leon as he stands to his full height, hands under your thighs to bring you with him. You wrap your legs around his trim waist and press feather light kisses to his neck as he walks. Soon, he deposits you on the bed, your head on the soft pillows. He tries to pull the blankets over top of you to encourage you to get some more rest, but you grab his wrist.
“I… don’t want to sleep right now,” you say with a blush. You’re never usually shy about asking for sex, but something about it being the first time so soon after learning that your feelings are reciprocated makes you nervous.
Leon simply runs a hand through your hair to get it out of your face, then tips your chin up. He looks at you with a fond smile before leaning in and whispering, “What would you rather do?”
You whine, his lips so close to yours but so far away. You’re desperate for them to connect, but his fingers holding your chin keeps you from closing the distance. “I think you can take a pretty good guess,” you groan.
Leon raises a brow. “Can I? I don’t know, would you rather watch a movie? Order some takeout?” He teases, thumb stroking your lower lip gently.
You feel your face burn. He’s going to make you spell it out for him, and he’s enjoying every second of your embarrassment. You gently flick your tongue out against his thumb, just long enough to make his eyes widen a fraction and his breaths come that much heavier. “God, just fuck me already,” you whine, then pause. “No, make love to me.”
You inwardly cringe as soon as the words leave your lips and you quickly suckle Leon’s thumb into your mouth in an attempt to distract him from your addendum. You massage the pad of it with your tongue for a few moments before swirling it around the tip and sucking gently, a preview to your oral abilities he’s already so well acquainted with.
You can hear Leon’s breath hitch before he begins to pant, gently thrusting his thumb in your mouth. You’re almost hopeful the distraction worked, but then he breathes, “Yeah, I can do that. I can definitely do that.”
He removes his thumb from your mouth with a soft ’pop!’ before leaning down to replace it with his mouth. His lips finally meet yours for the first time in a week, and that’s all it takes for the rest of your negative emotions to melt away. You can’t help the small moan that escapes as your lips work together in a familiar dance, but one that never gets less exciting. Electricity flows through your veins, every nerve ending in your body alight and thrumming with joy.
Leon finally climbs into bed, positioning himself over you with a knee between your legs and his elbows next to your head supporting his weight. He licks into your lips, and you quickly grant him access for his tongue to dip into your mouth as your hands fist into the fabric of his shirt. You’re unsure how long the two of you stay like that, lips smacking and tongues moving desperately against each other.
By the time your resolve breaks and you grind upward against his thigh with a whine, you’re already soaked. Leon breaks the kiss with a chuckle when he feels you rutting against him, and he presses his thigh closer to your center to help provide you with more relief. He leans into your ear, stubble scratching against your cheek, and nips the lobe gently. “So beautiful, love seeing you so desperate for me. Those little sounds, I could listen to them all day. Gotta make up for lost time, gonna show you just how much I love you,” he whispers huskily, sending shivers down your spine.
“Please, Leon,” you breathe, unsure even yourself exactly what you’re begging for. He always seems to know exactly what you need though, his lips connecting with the tender skin of your neck. You roll your head to the side to grant him access, and he immediately attaches himself to your sweet spot, sucking and biting and licking until there’s a new bruise forming. The sensation has you grinding up with desperation and panting, unable to get enough friction through layers and layers of clothes.
“Shh, let me take care of you,” Leon coos before pulling back just a bit. He drags his finger tip gently over the mark he left, looking at it with something you can’t place in his eyes. “Mine,” he finally says. He reattaches his lips to your throat, kissing and biting sloppily until he marks his claim again. Spreading your thighs apart with his own, he settles his hips between them and you can finally feel the outline of his dick through your shorts and his sweats. You raise your hips toward it with a whimper.
Leon laughs a bit at your enthusiasm, dropping a hand to the hem of your shirt. He pushes it up enough to splay his large hand over your waist, caressing you gently, soothingly. He says your name softly, and you look at him through your gaze of lust to find a soft smile. “Be patient. Trust me, I want my cock buried deep in you right now just as much as you do, but I want to savor you. Let me do this,” he pleads.
With a whine, you concede and drop your head back on the pillow. You hear a ‘good girl’ before you feel his lips on your collarbone, his hand pushing your shirt further up your body until your breasts are exposed. The cool air causes you to gasp and you feel your nipples pebble, but Leon quickly wraps his mouth around one and his warm hand around the other. You moan as his tongue flicks against it expertly, his eyes staring up at your reactions with rapt attention.
Your hand threads through his hair and your back arches until you’re pushing your tits further into him, and he groans as he continues his enthusiastic efforts. He trades places, licking and sucking everywhere he can reach on your other breast while his hand firmly squeezes and massages the one his mouth was previously attached to. He ruts his hips shamelessly into yours, clothed cock rubbing perfectly over your core. You keen at the feeling, his steady thrusts winding the knot of pleasure in your core tighter and tighter.
You bring your hips up to match Leon’s pace, grinding against his dick and squirming. You’re gasping and panting for air, whispering his name as you tug at his hair and wildly grasp for purchase on his shirt. When his bites down gently and rolls his tongue around your nipple, the thread snaps. Your back and hips lift off the bed, muscles stiffening as pleasure overtakes you. Your mouth hangs open around a silent scream, nails digging into his back.
Leon pulls away and looks at you incredulously. “Shit, did you already come?” he asks breathlessly, dilated pupils roaming over your body. You nod weakly, pushing hair out of your face and wiggling your shirt over your head. You’re sweating now, and you’re eager to feel the cool air on your overheated skin.
Leon follows suit, pulling his own shirt over his head and discarding it somewhere in the floor before his hands are back on you, running soothingly up and down your sides as he stares at you affectionately. Impatient and still thrumming with pleasure, you push yourself up and grab the back of his neck, pulling him towards you until your lips meet in a clumsy kiss. You fall back and Leon follows you, lips never disconnecting. He kisses you breathless with a hand resting gently around your neck, not squeezing but offering an almost comforting pressure.
Soon, Leon drags his lips and tongue down your body, paying special attention to any areas that make you gasp and squirm, before finally reaching the waistband of your shorts. He toys with them, dipping his fingers teasingly under the loose fabric before gripping the top of your panties and tugging at them until they’re pulled taught, nestling the gusset between your lips and providing some pressure on your swollen, sensitive clit. You whine and he dips his head down, nipping and licking at your core through your last layers of clothing.
You’re writhing and whining for what feels like forever before you finally speak up. “Please, Leon, stop teasing,” you whimper.
He lifts his face from between your legs to smirk at you salaciously, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hip bones. “What do you need, baby?”
You throw your head back with a frustrated groan. “Leon, you know what I need.”
“Hmm, do I?” he teases, dropping his head down to give your clothed cunt another kiss. “Does my baby need my tongue on her pretty little pussy? Need me to lick up the mess she made for me?” He tugs the front of your panties again, providing the smallest bit of friction, nowhere near what you need. “Or does she need my fingers to fill her up, where she can’t reach? Or maybe even my cock, huh?”
His words drive you insane, shooting pleasure straight to your core and causing you to rut up against nothing. “Yes, please, god, Leon, just touch me. Eat me out, please, need your mouth on me,” you concede with an obviously frustrated tone, throwing an arm over your face and chewing on your lip.
“Good girl, that’s it,” Leon whispers as he pulls the rest of your clothing off, admiring the way a string of slick connects you to your panties until the tension snaps. He then tosses them off the bed, quickly followed by his own pants and boxers before he settles back in between your legs. His hands spread your thighs apart to make room for his broad frame, and you admire the way you can see the muscles in his back flex when he moves.
Leon begins to leave open mouthed kisses on each of your thighs and up to your outer lips, blown eyes on yours the whole time. Just when you think he’s about to dive in, he moves back to your thighs to repeat the process with nips and sucks, leaving marks near your most intimate area. When he’s finally satisfied with his work, he leans forward and blows a cool gust of air over your soaked folds. When you squeal in surprise and try to lift away from him, he simply grabs your thighs and pulls you back down.
He brings his hands around to your outer lips and spreads them, opening you up for him to openly stare at. You can barely see a ring of blue in his eyes as they dart around, taking in every inch of exposed flesh as if committing the sight to memory. You lean up and watch as his pink tongue darts out to wet his lips, see the way he’s panting in anticipation almost as much as you. His eyes glance up to yours just a second before he dives in tongue first, causing you to fall back at the sudden onslaught.
He doesn’t start slow, doesn’t work you back up gently. His skilled tongue immediately finds your bundle of nerves, swiping and circling over it just right before he seals his lips around it and sucks, and your back arches off the bed as both hands tangle in his now messy hair. He eats you like a man starved, whimpering and groaning nearly as much as you, mouth always somehow exactly where you need it. His own hips rut against the bed as yours grind upwards into his mouth, only serving to make him double down on his efforts.
He scrapes his teeth along your clit before soothing it with firm circles of his tongue, plunging you closer and closer to that edge. You’re so close to asking for his fingers, desperate for something else to help give you that final push when he drops his face lower. He pushes his tongue past your entrance, licking at your walls while he nudges your clit with his nose. You practically scream at the new sensation, one hand coming up to squeeze your own breast while the other tugs his hair hard. He grunts at the pull and licks deeper into you, massaging everywhere he can reach with his tongue and that finally pushes you off the precipice of pleasure once again.
“Fuck fuck fuck, Leon!” you scream, thighs clamping around his head. He breathes heavily and groans, shaking his mouth against your core and helping you ride out wave after wave of euphoria. After what feels like an eternity, your spasms finally stop and you drop to the bed boneless, releasing Leon’s head from the vice grip of your thighs.
He pulls away only enough to look at you, his chin and nose covered in slick and his mouth hanging slightly open, panting himself. “So fucking sexy,” he praises. “You look so beautiful, taste so divine, I’ll never get tired of that.”
Even though you know without a doubt he’s being sincere, you still get shy and try to cover your reddening face. Leon reaches up and pulls your arms down to uncover it. “Don’t hide that pretty face from me,” he tells you softly. He stares at you lovingly for a beat before dropping his head again, giving you kitten licks that gradually build in pressure. You know he wants you to come on his tongue again, but you want to taste him, too.
“W-wait,” you manage to stutter out. Leon stops immediately, looking up at you in concern. “I… I want you in my mouth, too. Please, Leon.”
He seems to have an internal debate for a few moments, then raises up to crawl next to you on the bed. He lays on his back, dick proudly standing at attention now, and turns his head to you. “On my face, then,” he demands, staring at you with conviction.
“Yes, sir,” you say with a nod, raising up yourself. Your limbs still feel like jelly but you’re able to move until you can throw a leg across his face, lowering yourself slowly. When he realizes you’re in no rush, Leon grabs your hips and pulls you down, tongue immediately connecting with your bundle of nerves again. The sudden onslaught of pressure has you falling forward onto his toned stomach, face to face with his cock.
Being in such close proximity practically has you drooling, and helps to distract you from the sensation and sounds of Leon sloppily eating you out. You reach out to softly touch it, admiring it as if it’s the first time you’ve seen it. Standing tall and thick, the head is flushed and leaking precome, begging for you to lean forward and lick it up. You wrap your hand around it, fingers barely able to close. You still can’t believe he can fit inside of you.
Leons hips twitch upward and he nips your clit when he feels your hand wrap around him. You toss your head back in a moan, but quickly get back to the task at hand, trying your best to ignore your own pleasure. You begin to stroke his shaft, biting your lip at the feeling of hard steel wrapped in soft velvet. More precome leaks from his neglected tip, and you finally drop your tongue down to lap it up, dipping into his slit and savoring the salty taste.
You hear a muffled ’fuck’ from between your legs, and you swear Leon’s pace stutters. You grin as you lean forward again, running your tongue from base to tip and then spitting, quickly using the fluid as lubrication as you pump him some more with your hand. After a few firm strokes, you take the tip in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it before sucking gently.
This finally makes Leon falter. He tosses his head back with a loud groan, hands squeezing your ass. You can’t help but smirk before you sink lower on his cock, taking as much of him in your mouth that could fit and working the rest with your hand. You bring the other hand up to gently massage his sac, and you can see his toes curling from the pleasure.
He takes a few moments to bask in his own pleasure before his tongue meets your cunt again, lapping and slurping loudly. You manage to keep up your own pace through his ministrations until he sinks two fingers into you, working them in time with his mouth. You moan around his length, pulling off of him slightly but still pumping your hand. “Feels so good, Leon, just like that,” you encourage with a moan before wrapping your mouth around him once more.
Leon simply grunts in acknowledgment of your statement, unwilling to break the carefully choreographed movement of his tongue and fingers to verbally respond. His hips begin to thrust upwards into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex when you don’t expect it. He pauses in concern, but you quickly take him back in your throat, pushing him so deep you nearly gag yourself, and he knows you’re silently telling him that it’s okay. He softly humps up into your mouth again, pace of his thrusts matching that of his mouth. When you realize, you can’t help but moan, the thought helping to wind that knot in your core tighter yet again.
Leon must notice, because he groans and adds a third finger, rendering you useless. You can only pant and moan and allow him to thrust into your throat, no longer meeting the movement as you’re overwhelmed with your own pleasure. You expect your next orgasm to be weaker, but it’s just as strong, having two holes filled and providing Leon with pleasure at the same time only amplifies it.
He works you through the waves of pleasure with his fingers, but quickly drops his other hand to squeeze the base of his cock tight as he slips it out of your mouth and heaves deep breaths. “Don’t wanna come until I’m inside you, give me a couple minutes, sweetheart,” he pants.
You climb off his face and turn towards him, straddling his waist instead. “Of course, baby,” you coo softly, placing both hands on his cheeks. He looks up at you in pure adoration, your slick still soaking his face as he smiles at you. The image sends warmth through your chest with a feeling you’re not afraid to label anymore. The love you feel for this man under you is unreal.
Soon, Leon is able to release himself and he brings both hands up your back, pushing you forward until you fall over top of him, catching yourself on your hands next to his face. “You’re my whole world,” he mutters as he closes his eyes and leans into you. You sigh as your lips connect in a sweet kiss despite the fact that you can taste yourself on his tongue.
The two of you stay like that for several moments, hands caressing each other as if one of you will disappear, kisses soft and sweet despite the situation. Soon enough, though, they grow heated once more, Leon’s hands squeezing your breasts before coming down to your ass, his teeth nipping your bottom lip.
You adjust your hips until his cock is between your bodies, and you slowly begin to glide along his length, the combination of saliva and slick more than enough lubrication. You can’t help but gasp when his tip bumps your overly sensitive bundle of nerves, but Leon’s soft grunts below you keep you going.
He places his hands on your hips and helps you rut against him a few more times before lifting you up. “Need my cock in you now,” he explains as he lines himself up with your entrance. You sink down with a moan, walls easily stretching around him after he so thoroughly worked you open.
“S’ good, love being stretched out around your cock,” you moan as you lean forward, hands on his pecs to help you balance as you begin to bounce. He helps to lift you up and drop you down, amplifying the pleasure for the both of you by helping you maintain a faster pace.
The drag of his cock is delightful against your sensitive core, reaching everywhere you need it to and stretching you just right. You look down to find Leon staring at your bouncing tits, mouth agape as if waiting for one to come near. You smile and lean more forward, practically shoving your chest in his face, and he groans in ecstasy. His tongue is everywhere he can reach and he moves his arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you into him.
You’re about to complain that you can’t ride him like this, but your voice breaks off into a moan when he plants his feet on the mattress and begins to fuck up into you roughly. He’s grunting and whimpering with each thrust, the needy sounds sending shockwaves straight to your clit and causing you to cry out. “Such a sweet little pussy, you take me so well,” he praises.
When you moan his name and claw at his shoulders in response, Leon thrusts into you harder, wet slapping sounds filling the air. He keeps one arm wrapped tightly around your waist while the other comes up to hold the back of your head, pressing you into his body as fully as he can. “Fuck, I’m about to come already, you’re gripping me so tight. Can you give me one more, baby? Come with me, please.”
Leon’s gentle pleading has you spiraling, pleasure crashing through you a final time as your walls tighten and spasm around his length and you all but wail at the sensation. Leon groans your name between a series of curses as he plunges himself into you as deep as he can, filling you to the brim with ropes of his release. His grip loosens around you only slightly as he lazily shifts his hips, riding out his own orgasm.
His hips eventually still and he drops his legs, pushing your hair out of your face to pepper kisses everywhere he can reach. The two of you are panting, bodies shining with sweat, but you’re content to stay where you are and bask in the afterglow.
After a few blissful minutes, you break the silence. “I love you so much, Leon,” you say softly into his neck.
He squeezes you tightly and then runs his finger tips along your spine. “I love you, too, baby. Should’ve told you that sooner,” he replies. He seems to consider something for a brief moment before speaking again. “Would’ve said it a lot sooner if I knew that was what would happen,” he teases.
You raise up and playfully smack him on the chest. The movement has him groaning and pressing your hips down, trying to keep you from overstimulating his sensitive shaft. “Hold still,” he chides, closing his eyes and taking some deep breaths.
You resist the urge to wiggle, instead waiting for him to calm down. When he’s not as sensitive, he grabs you with one hand around your waist and the other under your thighs, raising up and carrying you to the bathroom. Once there, he gently sets you down and waits for your legs to cooperate before he wets another washcloth. He kisses you gently as he wipes away the mix of both your fluids leaking down your legs, then cleans your sensitive, sore center with a soft touch.
Once he’s satisfied that you’re cleaned up, he begins to wipe at himself but is interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. With a grumble, he tosses the washcloth in the hamper and makes his way toward his discarded pants, closing the bathroom door on his way out to offer you some privacy.
You do your business then wash your hands, splashing some cool water on your face at the sink. As you’re drying off, the door opens again. Leon tosses you a clean pair of shorts and underwear, as well as one of his tee shirts, you notice with a smile. “Claire just called, she’s on her way here to drop Scottie off. He threw a fit this morning and wanted to come home,” he explains.
You slip into the clean clothes, heart racing as you think of facing Scottie again. It breaks your heart that you inadvertently broke his, and you have no idea how he’s going to react to seeing you again, especially if he’s already upset over something.
Leon is already dressed and outside waiting; apparently Claire lives close by and was already driving when she called. You quickly brush your hair and try to make it look like you didn’t just have the best sex of your life, then exit Leon’s room and head outside. Claire and Scottie are already there when you walk out, the child desperately hanging onto his dad’s hand while he talks to his friend. The pair are turned away from you, with Claire leaning against her car and facing the house. Scottie is turning his head into Leon’s shirt and hiding, noticeably sniffling every couple minutes.
Upon noticing you, Claire waves at you with a knowing grin on her face. After knowing Leon’s feelings and that she’s one of his closest friends, you’re pretty sure she knows what’s going on, at least to some extent.
“Hey, stranger,” she says as you approach. “Glad to see you’re back. I don’t know how much more of Leon’s moping I could take.”
He shoots her a sharp glare as you giggle at the comment. “Yeah, sorry for the trouble,” you reply, nervously rubbing your arm.
Hearing your voice, Scottie jumps away from Leon and turns toward you. You feel anxiety rise in your chest as you wait to see his reaction, but let out a relieved breath when he squeals and runs toward you. You kneel down and meet him in a bear hug, kissing his cheek as you feel happy tears stream down your face.
“Don’t worry,” you whisper gently so only he can hear, “Mommy’s home.”