Because for the first time in my life, I’m not the one in control. And it feels fucking incredible.
Leander shifts on my lap, his lips brushing mine as he whispers, “Let me have you, Phoenix. Just once. Trust me.”
The words go through me like a blade, sharp and clean, cutting away the last of my defenses. My chest is tight, my pulse hammering, but I nod anyway. Because how the hell do I tell him no?
He kisses me again, slow this time, deliberate. His hands skim down my chest, then to my waistband. He pops the button open with an ease that makes me shiver, sliding the zipper down. My cock aches as the denim loosens, and his palm presses against me through my briefs, firm enough to make my hips jerk up.
“Fuck, Lee—” My head tips back against the couch. The sound that tears out of me is half-growl, half-plea.
He bites at my jaw, his breath hot against my ear. “I want you like this. Needy. Off balance. Mine.”
I groan, grabbing at his waist, but he swats my hands away. “No,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “Let me take care of you.”
The command makes something deep inside me shudder. I drop my hands, clenching the cushions instead. “You’re killing me,” I rasp.
He smiles—hungry, wicked—and slides off my lap, pushing me back into the couch. He kneels between my legs, dragging my jeans and briefs down in one swift motion, baring me completely.
My cock springs free, flushed and leaking, and his eyes darken when he looks at me.
“Beautiful,” he mutters, almost to himself, before leaning in and licking a slow stripe up my length.
“Jesus Christ—” My hips buck, a strangled sound ripping out of me. I slam a hand against the armrest, the other curling into my hair as if I can hold myself together. No one has ever made me feel this undone this fast.
He takes me into his mouth, slow at first, then deeper, his throat working around me. My vision whites out, a raw moan tearing free. He’s relentless, his hands holding my thighs down when I try to thrust up, forcing me to take every bit of his pace.
“Lee, I—fuck, I’m not gonna last?—”
He pulls off with a slick pop, grinning up at me. My cock glistens, wet from his mouth, and I swear I almost lose it just looking at him like this—on his knees, eyes blazing with want.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice low, commanding. “I’m not done with you.”
My chest heaves. My body aches. And still, I nod, letting him guide me, helpless against the tide of him.
He climbs back up, kissing me hard, letting me taste myself on his tongue. It should feel dirty, but it only makes me harder.
“Bedroom,” he mutters against my lips.
I let him pull me up, stumbling with him down the hall, both of us half-undressed, mouths fused like we’ll starve if we break apart. He shoves me onto the bed, crawling over me, strippingmy shirt the rest of the way off. His own clothes hit the floor a second later, and when he straddles me again—skin to skin this time—I can barely breathe.
“Lee…” My voice cracks, raw with want and something deeper, something that scares the hell out of me.
“Trust me,” he says again, kissing me softer this time, like a promise.
And I do. God help me, I do.
Leander’s mouth is back on me before I can say anything else, kissing down my chest, biting hard enough to leave bruises along my ribs, licking over them like he wants to soothe and claim in the same breath. My hands twitch with the urge to grab him, flip him, take control—but I don’t. I let them fall open at my sides, because I meant it when I told him I’d give him this.
He moves lower, dragging his teeth across my hip before palming my cock again. My whole body jerks.
“Shit!” My voice cracks, heat flooding through me so sharp I almost can’t breathe.
He smirks, rolling a condom down his length before I’ve even processed he had one in hand. Then he grabs the lube from my nightstand—he knows exactly where I keep everything. The thought sends a bolt of something dangerously close to tenderness ripping through me.
He coats himself, his hand slick and deliberate, stroking until I’m panting, until my mouth is salivating from needing him so badly. Then he pushes my knees up to my chest and presses the head of his cock to my entrance. My world fucking shatters.
“Christ—” The word tears out of me, raw and desperate. My head slams back against the pillow. The heat of him, the tightness, the absolute overwhelming feel of him being inside me—it’s too much, too good. My nails dig into the sheets.
Leander groans, low and guttural, his head tipping back. His hands press against my legs, steadying himself. He takes asecond, waiting for me to adjust, and I swear I’m dying under him. Every muscle in my body is trembling with the need to move, to take, but I hold myself still.
