Page 6 of Leather Dreams


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The noises get louder and louder, and I can hear the exact moment she falls over the edge. Her sounds mixed with the club is nearly overwhelming, almost enough to have me blow a load in my jeans like a fucking teenager.

Finally, it falls silent on the other side. I hear quick rustling, but it’s hard to really make out what’s going on due to the noise of the club.

In my hesitation, I catch a couple of guys with their jacket pickers stumbling up the stairs, practically falling over themselves as they rush to find a bedroom. The five of them enter that room, the door slamming shut with another loud thump against it.

Shaking my head, I knock on Leather’s door. I swear people would think we were a whorehouse with the amount of shit that goes down here.

Someone on the other side of the door falls heavily and mumbled curse words barely whisper through the door as they clamber around. Sucking my teeth, I clear my throat.

“Leather?” I call, knocking again, followed by another low curse.

“One sec,” she calls, her voice so raspy she has to clear her throat. I readjust my cock in my jeans, the mental image of Prez and Leather fucking…

Stop it.

The door swings open, her hair completely messed up and her makeup streaming down her cheeks. “Hi,” she huffs, a bright smile plastered across her face. Eyes wide, pupils blown, she stares at me with more cheer than I have seen from her in years.

“Uh,” I stare, clearing my throat awkwardly. “Is Prez here?” My throat is still clogged, but clearing it again would just be even more awkward. Her face goes crimson, neck heated, and the tips of her ears turn pink.

“He is,” she pauses, glancing behind her. I try to peek in, but I don’t see anything. “He’s using the restroom. Give me a second.” When she shuts the door in my face, I do everything in my power to keep from laughing. At the same time, my chest tightens a little. I have watched that woman grow, seen her fill out. It’s stupid, really, but the fact that he got between her thighs…

I don’t know how to feel about it. Am I not good enough for her? She knows how I feel, yet she’s letting him there and keeping me at a ten foot distance? Or maybe she’s slowly warming up to the idea of the three of us. Just thinking about his cock sinking into her pussy while I disappear into his ass…

“Come in,” she says, pulling the door open for me. Cautiously stepping through the door, I see that nothing looks out of order. Even the bed is partially made, which is pretty standard for her since she’s only a perfectionist in her work. I search the room thoroughly and nothing appears out of place. I also have no idea what I’m searching for.

“Who’s at the door?” Prez asks as he steps from the bathroom, his shirt slightly wet. Holy shit. The material melts to his body perfectly, the curves of his toned abs like valleys across his stomach.

“Hey, Knuckles. What’s up?” The material bubbles out as Prez pulls it away from himself. That seems to do the trick to snap me out of my thoughts. Clearing my throat, my face gets heated from embarrassment. I was just checking out my President.

What the fuck’s wrong with me?

“Uhm, I talked to the prospect you threatened,” I grumble, thumbing over my shoulder. “He’s got his dick up his ass about it.”

“You threatened a newb?” Leather asks, plopping down onto her bed. Her shapely legs curve perfectly, sloping ever so slightly from her strong muscles as she crosses them. There’s no malice in her voice, if anything, she’s teasing him.

“He was being an idiot,” Prez huffs, propping himself against the wall, one boot crossed over the other. “When I ask for you to find a club, I don’t mean to sit on your thumb. I mean for you to find them.”

“Dude. You asked him to locate Big D. They have not been around in a while. Leather just got lucky because he tried to get into her pants,” I laugh, dive bombing her bed. She shrieks as she moves out of the way, causing another gruff laugh to leave me.

“If you’re done acting like children,” Prez scolds, leveling us with his stern gaze. I hold his gaze steady, watching him begin to shift uncomfortably. Glancing down, I see a bulge in his pants attempting to rip through the seams. He must not have gotten off himself. That or she tasted him and he can’t get enough. Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, naughty thoughts swirl through my mind about him binding me and Leather together, a toy stuck between us both as he works us toward the edge.

I rip my eyes away from his crotch, casting them back to his face where I know I have been caught. His irises are nearly gone, his pupils blown wide with a dangerous edge.

“Uhm, let’s go to my office,” Leather says, her eyes shifting between Prez and I, and I can’t get out of there fast enough.

Chapter Five

Leather

Their dynamic is way too shifty, especially in my space. The same space where Prez just ate my cunt like it was his last fucking meal…my bottom half is still slick thinking about the magical number Prez's mouth did on me. If Knuckles hadn’t knocked…I don’t think I would’ve stopped. We would’ve absolutely kept going; the tent in Prez's jeans says it all.

While they stare at one another, their growing tension builds so thickly it’s suffocating. They look like they are about to eat one another. That or kill one another, it could go either way honestly.

As I contemplate whether they have been like this before or not, Knuckles bolts from the room like it’s on fire. Prez clears his throat, thumbing over his shoulder awkwardly. His cheeks are tinted above the line of his beard, eyes darting where his brother just booked it. I nod.

“Men,” I mutter, shaking my head. I can’t believe I just did that, damn near got caught, too. My core throbs with need, but I can’t even fathom going further with him. I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought of him like that but for it to happen? Did I manifest that shit?

He can eat pussy like a champ, there’s no doubt about that, but I can’t decipher if it was just because he caught me in the act, or if it’s something more. Good head shouldn’t be the reason I come back from my self-imposed male cleanse. Plenty of dudes, and women, can make a girl cum without a second thought.

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