“Focus, or I stop.”
That was all the motivation I needed.
But even as I started playing, my eyes on the screen, all my focus was zeroed in on where Leo was kissing a trail up my thighs. I spread them wider for him, sinking down in the chair a bit, and he smiled against my center before running his tongue long and hot and flat from my entrance to my clit.
I moaned, eyes rolling back, thumbs stilling over the toggles on the controller. Leo teased my clit with the tip of his tongue, and when I bucked against his mouth, wanting more, he pulled completely away.
“No,” I whimpered, peering down at him through my heavy eyelids.
“If you want me to play,” he said, drawing a line along my inner thigh. “You have to keep playing.”
God, I didn’t know if this was more hot or aggravating. Both, I decided, as I began moving my character around again. I was more focused on just walking around the Westbrook District than taking on any missions because I knew I’d fail them with Leo between my legs.
I slowly weaved through the streets toward my apartment in Megabuilding H10. I could pretend I was checking my stash there before a mission — Leo didn’t need to know. All he needed to do was keep whatever magic he had going on with his tongue.
I ran my bike off the road when he sucked my clit a little harder, and I was all but ping-ponging off the walls once I made it to my apartment building because he’d just slid one thick finger inside me. He curled it, hitting that perfect spot inside me as I moaned and sank deeper, opening wider, needing more.
“Come on, baby,” he breathed against my core, licking one long, slow swipe of his tongue in time with his finger inside me. “Can you fuck my fingers and stay alive, too?”
I moaned against the challenge, hiking one foot up on his desk so I could open wider for him as he slid another finger inside me. My hips rocked into his touch, and when I glanced down from the screen to watch where his messy head of hair was buried between my legs, I all but whimpered at the sight.
It was so fucking hot, to have this strong, powerful man on his knees just to please me.
Add in the fact that I had a PlayStation controller in my hand and it was heaven on earth.
Until he stopped again.
This time, he pulled his fingers all the way out, sitting back on his heels and wiping my wetness from his lips.
“Leo,” I whined.
“You know the rules.”
“It’s impossible.”
He gave me a look, and I huffed, tossing him the controller. He barely caught it before I stood and gripped him by the arm, hauling him up with his help.
“If it’s so easy, you try,” I challenged, and then I stripped his shorts and briefs off in one fell swoop, his cock springing forward, already hard and ready for me. I pressed him down into the chair with one hand against his chest, and then I kissed him hard, trailing my lips down every ridge of his abdomen until I was on my knees and settled between his legs.
I looked up at him through my lashes, finding him with a waiting grin before he turned his gaze to the screen and started playing.
I had no idea what he was doing, but I loved the way the clicks came slower as I kissed around his shaft, how his breathing intensified when I rolled my tongue around his tip like a lollipop. He groaned when I took just an inch of him in my mouth, his head falling back, and I pulled off him instantly.
He dragged his head back up, eyes on me, and I just smirked and pointed to the monitor.
He returned my smile, taking the challenge and focusing on the game again. But when I grabbed his thick cock with both my hands and spat on him, using my palms to slick him and work him in slow, methodic pumps, he groaned loud enough to make the house crumble.
“If you want me to gag on it, pay attention,” I told him when he looked down at me.
He cursed under his breath, but as soon as he turned his gaze back to the screen and started playing again, I rewarded him with my promise. Pressing up higher onto my knees so I had a better angle, I took him in my mouth, slicking him with my tongue an inch at a time and working him in time with my hands. After a few slick pumps, I dove down, taking him as deep as I could and holding him there until my gag reflex had me pulling off.
“Fuck it,” he said, and I’d no sooner had his cock out of my mouth before I was hiked up and thrown onto the bed.
I smirked in victory as Leo made quick work of his sneakers and shorts that were still around his ankles. He ripped his shirt overhead next, and before he could reach for me, I stopped him, running a fingertip over the ink stretching across his chest.
The tattoo was healing nicely, just a few places still scabbing now. I noted a couple spots where I wanted to touch up once he was fully healed, but I was proud of that octopus, of my first big piece on human skin.
I loved even more that it was on Leo.
“Are you done admiring your work?” he asked, grabbing the hem of his shirt — the one I was wearing. “Because I’m growing impatient.”
I barely nodded before the shirt was peeled over my head. He groaned his approval at the lack of bra underneath, his hand palming one breast while his mouth clamped down around the piercing on my other.
I hissed, arching into his touch. I was ready to lie back in the bed and let him fuck me cross-eyed, but he pulled me up to stand, instead. His mouth devoured mine as he walked me backward toward the bathroom, blindly turning on the shower before we both tumbled inside.
The water was cold at first, and I gasped against it, but then it ran warm, dampening our hair and sluicing over our bodies in thick rivulets.
I didn’t have time to adjust to any of it before my back was pressed against the cold tile, one leg was hiked up, and Leo pressed his crown to my entrance. It was still soaked from my saliva, and one thrust of his hips had him halfway inside me, had me seeing stars and digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Filthy fucking girl,” he cursed against my neck, biting it as he retracted and pushed just a little farther in. “I’m not going to last with you so wet for me.”
“Let’s see if you can set a record, then,” I challenged, tucking my pelvis so I took more of him inside me. “How fast can you come, Leo?”
He groaned, free hand fisting in my hair and yanking until I had no choice but to look up at the ceiling, to expose my neck for him. He kissed and sucked the skin along my throat as he hiked my leg higher and slammed into me. Once, twice, three times, each thrust rocking me harder against the wall. I couldn’t find grip on anything but him, so I held on tight, riding him with just the toes of my standing foot to steady me as he found his release.
Leo let out a vicious moan, pulling out as he rasped, “Knees.”
It was a command, one I heeded with pleasure, landing on the tile in front of him. I grew even wetter at the sight of him pumping his cock, the water from the shower head sliding over his chest and abdomen, droplets dripping from his hair and off his nose as he stared down at me.
“Open,” he managed, and just before he busted, I opened my mouth.
Rope after rope of cum rained down on me, slicing across my tits and neck and face, some of it landing in my mouth as I savored every last drop. It was so fucking hot watching his abs contract as he flexed into his hand, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached between my legs and circled my clit as he painted me with his climax, and I found mine easy enough, moaning and shaking as I fucked my own hands.