“Yes, sir.” I say and pretend to bite the tip of his cock. He laughs, a sound that makes my whole body freeze, not in a bad way, but in the way your heart skips a beat when your crush enters the room, or when you meet someone you know, from ‘hello’ he will be someone in your life. You sure know what I am talking about; it’s that feeling you get with some people. It’s an instinct, maybe a warning. It’s your intuition telling you this person will be the love of your life or the biggest dick you will ever meet.That feeling.
“Behave.” He growls, but I ignore him. Life is too short to behave. It doesn’t have a meaning if you do. You can be the good type of person all you like, but you never know when your life will end. Alex sure didn’t. Leo sure didn’t know he would end it for him either. A moment can change everything. It can ruin your life or make it a wonderful fairytale. So why would I behavewhen I can do this instead? I think to myself as I pass my tongue over the sensitive skin of his cock, from the base to the tip. His reaction is everything, closed eyes, a low hum of approval. And for that alone, I do it again.
“Am I behaving enough?” I ask before I slide his cock inside my mouth. I take him deep, reaching the back of my throat before I release him just enough, until he slips out of my mouth and I turn to look in his eyes. “Is this behaving in your standards, Sir?” I tease, and a grin appears on his face. His hand finds the back of my head, fingers weaved in my hair and I am pushed back down until his cock is reaching the back of my throat again. This time he takes control. His dick slips through my lips and down my throat and back out again and again. Each thrust is slow, intended. He is not chasing his orgasm in a hurry. He is devouring the attention.
“Fuck, your doing so good sucking my cock pretty boy.” He whispers between moans and I swirl my tongue around his shaft earning a hum of approval. “Good boy.” He hums. “Fuck.” He growls as I take him deeper, his hand never leaving my hair. He controls my movements just enough to allow him to fuck my mouth without once hurting me. It’s a talent to know how to coordinate your body so well that even a blowjob becomes a whole activity.
“I need more.” He tells me, with a warning in his voice, and pulls away. “Bend over the table.” I am not one to argue. If he wants more, he gets more. Anything he wants. I was willing to hide a fucking body for him, taking a cock in the ass is the last thing on the list of the things I would do for him, but at the same time it’s on the very top.
He kneels behind me, and slides the gray sweatpants I stole from Rachel’s closet off my body. It’s an oversized pair, I am pretty sure she stole it from someone years ago. It doesn’t fit her, but on me it’s perfect. It highlights just what needs to behighlighted, and even though I could technically wear my own clothes since we threw them into the dryer and are all warm and toasty now, I chose to wear those instead. Maybe I hoped for this, wanting easy access, or maybe I wanted comfort. Either way, this works perfectly in my favor at this moment, and I am a little proud of my choice.
He pulls my body until I am bent over the way he wants; his hand grips my ass, revealing the tight hole in front of him. He doesn’t waste time, passing his tongue over the sensitive area while his hand grips my cock in a tight hold. He strokes as he licks my ass, his tongue slightly pushing in. It’s the best thing that happened tonight. I close my eyes, basking in the attention he is giving me. I let him please me, lick me, and prep me all at once until he is satisfied, and then he pulls away and I feel the distance growing, panic filling my body.
I part my lips to complain, to ask for more, because he sure can’t be serious. He is not going to leave me like that. But I don’t. Because he kisses my back and my neck, and I see him in the mirror, Rachel conveniently hangs over her kitchen table as he spits in his hand, lathering his cock with it, before he slowly pushes inside me. I close my eyes, my breath deepens, and I try to adjust my body to take his size, but it still hurts in a way that both feels good and uncomfortable. He is big, and even though I never had any issues with my own size, the fact that he is so big makes everything a little better. He grips my hips with both hands to control his thrusts as he slowly starts fucking me.
“Stroke yourself.” He barks the order, as his thrusts start to feel greedier. Faster. He is chasing that orgasm he so generously let slip from him just moments before.
“Yes, sir.” I say with a smirk finding his eyes with mine through the mirror.
A grin decorates his face, and fuck me if he doesn’t look like a god fucking my ass. Every move he makes feels like I am aboutto see stars and fireworks all at once. I stroke myself faster, matching his rhythm. Moans leave both of us, and the sound alone can make me cum.
“Good boy, faster, I want to see you spill over the table as I come inside you.” He whispers into my ear. Every word highlighted by a hint of growl. Just a low rumble that makes every cell in my body wanting to satisfy him.
“Fuck you feel so good pretty boy.” He praises. “ So tight.”
My eyes roll in the back of my head as I feel his cock spill inside me and my own release hits me like a brick. Hot strings of cum fall onto the wooden surface of the table until I am empty and satisfied, and honestly a little hungry.
He pulls out, and I reach down and pull the grey sweatpants and my boxers back up. He does the same. “I think that breakfast now sounds kind of amazing. Do you think the food can be salvaged?” I ask as I turn to look at him. He kisses the top of my head with a smile.
“Go take a shower, it will be ready in ten minutes.” He says in a soft tone, which is a vast contrast to the demanding man who was speaking just minutes ago.
“Yes, sir.” I respond with a little smirk.As I said, life is too short not to act on your fantasies. Even if those include teasing the guy you helped with a dead body. Besides, who wouldn’t help a man like Leo hide a body? Probably someone insane. This man can ask me to burn the world for him, and I will happily oblige.
Chapter 13
Leo
After what Noah and I decide that it qualifies as a hybrid of dinner and breakfast, we are sitting in Rachel’s living room, curled on the couch, reading one of Noah’s books that Rachel already had a second copy of. It’s good,, really good, actually. It isn’t, though, how I thought this night would end. It wasn’t how I thought it would start either.
“Noah?” Rachel calls as she enters the house. “Leo?” She calls my name next, and I turn, confused, to look at Noah, who mouths a silent apology.
“Hey, Rach, I forgot to message you.” Noah greets his friend as she enters the living room.
“That’s okay. I thought you might need a ride to work, but if Leo has it covered, I can just grab some things and leave.” She seems awkwardly calm. It’s strange. Different even. I guess maybe what I have seen of her is her reaction to Kai’s chaos. It would sure make sense. I am calmer when I am with Noah why wouldn’t she be a little more chaotic around Kai?
“Can you tell Danielle I am not going to be in today? I have no appointments anyway, and I would probably just be there for walk-ins. Just tell Charlotte to schedule everyone for next week.” I want to ask the reason behind his decision, but the look on his face tells me I should stay quiet.
“No problem. I will let them know. Do you need the house?” She asks, and now it clicks.
“Actually, yes. Can you stay at mine until Friday?” I realize that he asked her to stay at his apartment yesterday. I wonder why he didn’t want me there. Is he hiding something, or simply doesn’t want to let me in his space?
“Don’t overthink,” he whispers in my ear before he turns to Rachel again. “Yes, I will come pick you up from the salon on Friday night. We can go to the bookstore before we head here for book club night.”
She smiles. “Deal. Nice to see you again, Leo. Tell Kai I said he messed up.”
Rachel leaves before I can respond, but I yell the answer anyway. “He knows. Nice to see you too, Rachel.”
“My apartment is tiny; I wanted us to have more space.” Noah explains before I can even ask. A simple explanation that wasn’t truly needed, but the fact he chose to explain anyway makes my heart swell. It’s a sort of comfort that I have been missing. A sense of security. As if willing to hide a body for me wasn’t enough of a security.
