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“Leo?”
“Yeah?” He stepped a bit closer.
“Get on your knees again.” Piper’s stern voice was back, and that alone made Leo’s cock strain harder against his zipper. He slowly bent back down to the floor and assumed his position. Piper removed his boxing gloves from her hands but left the wraps on as she slid her jeans down over her ass in a tantalizing shimmy to the floor. He didn’t touch or offer assistance, waiting for her to give him exact instructions. Her underwear came next, but the pace was so torturous that he envisioned himself going feral and ripping them off her body with his teeth.
“Please, Piper.” Leo was back to begging again, and he couldn’t care less how demeaning it was. Or, rather, he did care, and he liked it.
“I love it when you say that word. Say it again,” Piper demanded.
“Please.” Leo licked his lips in preparation for what he hoped she was going to ask. She lifted her bare thigh and set one hand on him for stability as she rested her knee on his shoulder.
“You want me to tell you what I want?” Piper asked. When he nodded, his head rubbed against the inside of her thigh, and he groaned. “I want you to go down on me like you’re dying, Leo. Do that thing that you did with your tongue in the hotel room. Get me off, and then fuck me in your bed.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Leo rasped as Piper draped her calf over his shoulder, and he bent his head to taste. She was already so wet that his tongue slid easily over her, and he reveled in the soft moan she let out, determined to have her making more crude sounds.
“Harder,” Piper instructed in a firm tone. Leo made his second pass with so much pressure that he was practically suffocating himself between her legs.
Drowned and smothered in Piper Hartrick’s arousal would be the absolute best way to die, he decided. His tombstone would read, “Here lies a man who died in heaven.” He had never thought himself someone who was into breath play before, but if it had to do with Piper’s thigh wrapped around his head, he was definitely into it. He had also never thought of himself as submissive before, either, but somehow, he felt more powerful than ever with his knees aching from the hard floor, feeling Piper succumbing to his mouth at her own request.
A few more swipes, and Leo found what he was looking for with the tip of his tongue. His signature move was to vibrate the roof of his mouth like he did with rolling R’s. It wasn’t exactly the same—his tongue never needed to vibrate so forcefully when he spoke Spanish—but he’d tried it once on his first college girlfriend, and the response was enthusiastic enough that he continued to keep the trick in his back pocket. The response he was getting now from Piper was wild, and he basked in every second of it.
Piper’s hips bucked as she let out a moan. “Fuck, that’s so good. Do it again.” He did, and her body thrusted hard against his face in response, chasing his tongue. Leo gripped her harder at the waist to keep her steady as he licked and sucked and flicked her clit in a persistent pattern so as not to ruin her momentum. Piper’s breathing was erratic as she repeatedly offered him praise. He took each desperate cry of his name and used it as fuel to keep going, to keep listening to the sounds she made that were all for him and all because of him. “I’m—holy shit, Leo!” He could feel it when Piper came, her body tightened furiously with excess ripples of tension as she rode his tongue for several long seconds. Her head and her back were arched against his punching bag, but he had her firmly gripped at the waist, knowing her well enough to know she wouldn’t realize the punching bag wasn’t sturdy enough to lean against and would end up falling over if he didn’t hold her up himself.
When Piper’s leg finally slid off his shoulder, she wobbled a bit, a dreamy expression taking over as he rose to his feet.
“Good?” Leo couldn’t help but ask.
Piper’s chest rose and fell once before she gave him a sated smile. A real one that threatened to send him to his knees again. “You’re very good at that.”
“I told you I was.” He still wasn’t wearing a shirt, so he reached for the hem of Piper’s and smirked at her as he pulled it up to wipe his wet face. She said nothing but bit her lip, and her blue eyes swam with warmth and something mildly sheepish underneath it all. A strand of hair fell over her face, so Leo did what he probably shouldn’t have and reached up to tuck it behind her ear. Then he took it a step further when he brushed his thumb over the apple of her cheek, her face still flushed from her orgasm and warm to the touch. He should be fearful that she would find out just how much he loved touching her, and not just for sex, but because being around her was the highlight of his day, even when they were fighting.
“You were so sure of yourself when you said it. I thought it was just overconfidence,” Piper said.
Leo tipped his head and moved her hair away from her neck to press soft kisses against the skin there, one hand holding her waist and the other on the small of her back, gently pressing with his fingertips and coaxing a sigh out of her. “And now?”
Piper lifted her arms to rest her palms against his bare chest. “I think it’s warranted.”
“Am I overconfident with anything else?” Leo asked. He genuinely wanted to know, but his mouth had other ideas as he continued dragging his lips over the column of her throat.
“Yes, but I can’t think when you’re doing that.” She huffed out a laugh.
He kept traveling downward, leaving open-mouthed kisses across her collarbone. “Do you want me to stop?”
In response, Piper moved to unbutton his pants and pull his fly down. “No, and you don’t want to, either.” She palmed his cock, and he buried his face in her neck, letting out a shaky breath. “You’re so hard, Leo.”
“You tend to have that effect on me.”
“Just recently,” Piper teased, and she dropped his pants and underwear at the same time, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs. He had just enough forethought not to respond to Piper’s comment. Recently was so wrong it was almost laughable. He hadn’t always liked her the way he did now, but his body had always had this reaction to her. Even in high school, as a horny teenager, it hadn’t taken much for him to picture her naked. The real Piper was so much better than his adolescent fantasies, and he itched to remove her top and see her. As if she could read his mind, she lifted her arms and shot him a look.
“Use your words, princesa.” Leo set his hands on his hips, displaying himself in all his glory. “Be mean.”
Piper’s eyes narrowed in a glare. “Take my shirt off, asshole.”
He grinned, feeling his body go hot all over as he reached for her. “How do you want me to take it off?”
“In a way that makes me shirtless. Don’t be a fucking snail about it.” Piper snapped her fingers together.
“Fuck.” Leo let out a chuckle at how insanely turned on he was, and he ripped her shirt over her head, disposing of it on the ground. “What about your bra?”
