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Twenty-Four
PIPER
“Once?” Piper dropped their wadded-up clothes to the floor.
She had to be possessed by the ghost of a merperson or whatever seventies spirits lived in the room because there was no way she was seriously considering sleeping with Leo. But even as she scolded herself, heat licked up her spine at the sight of Leo’s darkened eyes devouring her with a need so palpable that she pressed her chest into him even more. “We’ll get whatever this is out of our systems, and then it’ll be over.”
“Once.” Leo's head bobbed, and a dark curl swept over his forehead as his tongue wet his lower lip.
“I still hate you.” She leaned forward and barely cared that it was a bad decision. This one could be labeled in her scrapbook of horrendous choices right under kissing Leo back in the library and letting him feel her up in the hot tub.
A short huff that sounded more like a growl of anticipation left Leo’s throat. “Your personality still sucks.”
“And you’re an asshole.” Her voice was so breathy that the insult carried no weight at all. She felt just as weightless, floating toward something inevitable and destructive. A balloon filled with helium tethered by one singular piece of ribbon in her grasp. All she had to do was let go, and she would be soaring.
“Hate sex, then?” Leo’s mouth was almost touching hers, tipped up in a wry and irritating smile. Piper could feel the tiny, hot puffs of air dance across her lips as he spoke, and she drank in every word. Hate. Sip. Sex. Sip.
“Perfect,” Piper whispered.
“Perfecto,” he murmured back.
“I’m going to take what I want. I don’t care about your feelings,” she warned. Every wet article of clothing on her body was a vise, clinging to her where she wanted to be laid bare. The anticipation was torture.
“I’m fine with that. More than fine.” His eyes were stripping her of her remaining clothes, too, dragging over her hard nipples and the shirt he had sucked them over earlier. The barrier separating his hot mouth from her skin in the hot tub had been agonizing. She should have known going back to the room wouldn’t lead anywhere good. Leo couldn’t just sleep on the pull-out couch in the same room with her. That was never going to happen.
“You said you’d get me off,” Piper reminded him. “The guys I’ve dated have never been able to, and I doubt you’ll be any different.” She had issued a challenge. They both knew it. Given how trigger-happy Piper’s body had seemed in the hot tub, she had no doubt he could do it, but she wasn’t going to let him know that. She was perfectly happy with pissing him off. Maybe that would make him sink into her harder.
“Pendejos,” Leo scoffed and pressed his hand into the small of her back so her breasts smashed harder into his bare chest. “They were all idiots, Piper. I’m going to make it so that when you sleep with anyone else in the future, the only way you’ll be able to come is by thinking about what I did to you.”
“And how are you going to do that?” Piper had never brazenly rubbed against someone before, but there she was, wantonly pressing herself into Leo like an animal desperate for attention.
Leo’s eyes scrunched shut with a groan when her body rolled against his erection. She could feel he was just as rigid as he’d been in the hot tub, ready to be played with. “I’m going to get you off by obeying every single one of your commands,” he breathed. “And when you finally let go, we’ll know which one of us is really in control, won’t we?”
A battle of wills. That was what this was going to be, and Piper was desperate to win. She could be demanding tonight. She could be whoever she wanted because Leo would never be anything more than a one-night stand. Everyone had a breaking point, and she would find his. Getting him there, she decided, would be easy. All she had to do was deny him the power he usually had, and he’d call the whole thing off.
“Get on your knees.” Piper pointed to her feet with smug satisfaction.
To her surprise, Leo promptly dropped to the floor in front of her with a thud. The insistent pang between her legs built. She backed up, keeping her eyes on him and most of the weight off of her swollen ankle as she carefully lowered herself onto the edge of the bed, beckoning him in a come hither motion. “Now crawl.” She was so sure he wouldn’t do it. She doubted anyone had ever treated Leo like this in his entire life, and yet…
Leo moved swiftly and crawled the distance between them, keeping his obsidian eyes trained on her. In no time at all, he was sitting back on his heels and kneeling between her legs. He didn’t look even remotely embarrassed, and the sight of him peering up at her made her breath catch.
“Good boy,” Piper praised, ruffling his hair like a dog and purposely degrading him. He leaned his head into her touch and let out a low, throaty chuckle.
“What’s my reward for this?” Leo parted her legs with one hand and traced his fingers over her underwear. Piper’s lashes fluttered, and she sucked in a sharp breath. The loss of that small amount of pressure made her eyes snap back open. Leo had removed his fingers from where she needed them and was gripping the edge of the bed on either side of her. “Say it, Piper. Tell me what you want me to do, and say it with confidence. Demand it.”
The confidence Piper had was diminishing quickly, her face turning crimson, and she bit down into the pillow of her lower lip. She was so sure they wouldn’t even get this far with her demands, and now that he’d already taken to each one with such ease, she wasn’t sure how to proceed. She wasn’t like this in bed. She wasn’t like this at all. She didn’t order people around or command any room she was in, let alone the bedroom.
“I’m not doing it until you tell me,” Leo said.
“I want you to…” Piper knew what she wanted, and so did Leo, but saying it felt like crossing some line.
“You want me to what?” he pressed, each word punctuated with a period.
“Go down on me. No one has ever done that to me, so you better be good at it.” The words came out slammed together, each one crammed into the sentence like if she didn’t word-vomit the whole thing in one quick breath, she’d never say it.
“I am,” Leo said. It was stated as fact in a deep rasp. The sky was blue. The mitochondria were the powerhouse of the cell. Leo was good at cunnilingus.
Then his fingers were ripping at her soaked underwear, peeling them down her legs as if he were desperate to complete his task. When Leo tossed her underwear on the bed beside her, Piper had little to no time to fret about how exposed she was before his strong hands gripped her behind her back and yanked her so far to the edge of the bed that she was close to falling off, the hard seam of the cheap mattress digging into her tailbone under the new sheets she’d no longer be giving her sister. Then his tongue blindsided her. It swept over her center in a ferocious swipe that made her see stars. She moaned, hips tipping toward his mouth to give him better access. The pressure he was using with his mouth and hands pinned her to the bed so she was grounded enough to not buck off the ledge, but she was still falling into something earth-shattering.
