“Mierda, Mary,” I breathed, my lungs on fire at the sight of her as she lifted and did it again. Her tits bounced when she hit my lap, and I grabbed them in two handfuls, playing with those torturous barbells through her nipples.
She relaxed a bit when I did, rolling her hips and grinding her clit against my pelvis with me deep inside. When I realized she was going to come again, I took control, letting her brace herself while I slowly flexed my hips, working her from the inside while my fingers played with her piercings and she ground herself on me.
“One more, baby,” I whispered in her ear. “One more for me.”
A mixture of a whine and a moan left her, like those words were both permission and a command she didn’t want to follow. But her movements became more erratic, hips gyrating, and then she came in a beautiful, chaotic symphony of shaking limbs and loud moans, her walls squeezing around me.
I covered her mouth with one hand, muffling her the best I could but loving the noises too much to snuff them out altogether. By now, if the other guys had heard, they’d heard. Still, I didn’t want anyone else to hear those sounds that were just for me.
“Oh my God,” she panted, collapsing on me. “I can’t move.”
I chuckled, kissing her hair before I carefully maneuvered us. I rolled her off me and onto her stomach, and then I crawled on top of her, balancing myself above her as I positioned my crown again. She was even more wet, and I slid in a bit easier, though she tightened the farther I pushed.
“I’m almost there,” I promised, and I withdrew before pushing in a bit deeper, savoring how her full ass rippled when I did. “But I can stop if—”
Mary silenced my offer by backing her ass up and taking me deeper inside, her pussy walls tightening around me like a fucking glove.
“Please,” she begged, arching so my chest aligned with her back, and from above her, I could watch her tits pressed against the mattress as well as I could see my cock disappear inside her again. “Come inside me, Leo.”
My next curse was just a breath as I picked up the pace. I didn’t care that I had a condom on, those words lit me up with possession, with the idea that she wanted me to spill inside her. Balancing on one palm, I snaked my other hand up under her, squeezing her breast before I slid it up higher and wrapped my fingers around her throat.
She arched into me, gasping in pleasure, and I squeezed a bit tighter, holding her still while I flexed and pumped and took.
“Goddamnit, Mary,” I grunted, and then fire ripped from my toes up to my balls, from my head down to my cock, all the blood and awareness rushing to that one place. I busted hard enough to blacken my vision, and Mary’s moans only coaxed me on more. Every time I thought I was done, the orgasm would keep coming, draining me in the most powerful climax of my fucking life.
“Ho…ly… shit,” I breathed as I pumped, still squeezing her neck until I felt my cum leaking out of the condom.
Fuck.
I quickly rolled off her and over onto my back, and Mary looked surprised for only a second before she saw my cock twitching, more cum than the condom could handle dripping out of the edges of it.
She wet her lips, and then peeled the condom off me and took me with her mouth and hands again, sucking me dry as I shook and convulsed under her. It was almost too fucking much, my cock as sensitive as an exposed nerve, but I kept coming, kept climaxing, filling her mouth even after the condom.
When I was finally spent, Mary sat back on her heels and swallowed, smiling at me wickedly.
“Fucking hell,” I said on a laugh, running my hands back through my hair.
Then, I reached forward and grabbed my girl, pulling her into the sheets with me and wrapping her up. She giggled as I clutched her in my arms, throwing a leg over her for good measure.
“Are you caging me, sir?”
“You’re damn fucking straight, I am.”
She laughed again, but then gasped, pressing against me so she could look at my chest. “Your tattoo!”
“Is fine,” I finished for her. “I made sure not to rub it or put pressure on it.”
She took a moment assessing it for herself before she believed me, and then she laid back in the sheets, her sated eyes heavy where they watched me.
“Do you need food?” I asked.
I thought she tried to laugh, but she only closed her eyes on a sleepy smile, instead. “Pee, then sleep,” she answered.
I let her peel herself out of bed to clean up, doing the same myself. I put my briefs back on and helped her into her t-shirt, and then we climbed into bed again, and I pulled her into me, folding myself around her with her back to my chest and my legs slipping into the curve of hers.
She slipped away quickly, her breaths turning long and slow.
And I kissed the back of her neck knowing I was ruined for anyone else.
Mary
Panic slipped into bed with me the next morning.
The sheets were otherwise empty, so I felt the arms of anxiety like a straitjacket as they wrapped me up tight and held me against my will.
“Oh, God,” I whispered to myself, hand against my heart as I rolled over and stared up at the ceiling. It wasn’t even dawn yet, the room still cast in a calm darkness. “Oh, God.”
I slept with Leo Hernandez.
I slept with Leo fucking Hernandez.
I slapped my forehead, shaking my head even as I tried to calm myself down. It’s fine, I tried to convince myself. Everything is fine.
But I couldn’t squeeze my eyes shut hard enough to block out the abrasive thoughts as they punched me from every angle.
I felt like a fool.
Yes, Leo had seemed genuine in his apologies — both for the past and the present. And yes, he’d let me tattoo him, marking him for life. Also, yes, I’d wanted him. I’d wanted him in this bed with me, wanted his hands and mouth all over me, wanted all of him inside me.
But now that I was alone in the aftermath of my decisions, I couldn’t drown out the loud voice inside me saying it could all be a lie.
What if he did know it was me all those years ago? What if he was disgusted when he saw me? What if he was so embarrassed he blew me off in front of his friends, but was so selfish he pretended like it didn’t happen when he tried to call me that night? What if he wanted to have his cake and eat it, too?
And what if he knew it was me when I moved across the street? What if he saw how I’d changed, and so he continued playing dumb, all while making me his next conquest?
How many times had I witnessed him relentlessly pursuing another girl — whether it was a cheerleader or a sorority girl or some random partying at The Pit?
How was I supposed to believe him when he said he never felt for any of them the way he felt for me when that was years ago? We were in high school. We never even held hands, let alone anything else physical. And judging from his performance last night, I knew he’d had plenty of experience.
My stomach turned with that thought, even though I had no right to feel any sort of way considering I was far from a virgin myself.
Still, even as my anxiety warned me away from Leo, I felt a possessiveness over him that I couldn’t fight. Why was it so hard to believe that he’d had me on his mind all these years, if I’d felt the same way about him?
I wanted to believe him.
I wanted to live in the world where I was the source of Leo Hernandez’s desire, where he meant it when he said he wanted to make it up to me, that he wanted me to be his.