Page 99 of Savage Elites

“Yes,” I murmured.

He pushed his shirt and blazer off his shoulders, revealing that wonderfully chiseled torso and sculpted biceps. Although his skin was nowhere as brown as Prakash’s, he still retained a little color despite the winter.

The pulse between my leg thudded, and I whispered, “More.”

Leopold stepped closer, and I parted my legs so he could settle himself between them. His apple and sunshine scent filled my nostrils and made my head spin. A thrill of apprehension rippled through my heart. For all my bravado and saucy talk, I had never in my life given a blow job. What if I was no good?

“You want my thick, hard cock?”

My eyes traveled along its length, and I croaked, “Yes, please.”

“Say it.”

I stared up into his eyes that were the most intense mix of turquoise around widened pupils, surrounded by sky-blue fibers that coalesced into a circumference of indigo. They reminded me of clouds floating within the summer sky, and I could have lost myself in his gaze for an eternity.

But the heat from the bulge in his pants reminded me of what I wanted. What I needed. My lips parted, but no words came out, so I ran my tongue along their dry surface and thought of how I could phrase my yearning.

“Are you trying to make me cum in my pants?” he asked.

“Don’t,” I whispered. “Because I want you to cum in my mouth.”

Leopold doubled over and grabbed my shoulder. “F-fuck.”

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“J-just… stop talking for a minute,” he ground out. “Shit.”

My brows drew together, and I lowered my gaze to his crotch. It didn’t look like he’d done a Sebastian and climaxed without touching himself, but I gave him a moment to catch his breath before asking, “Are you ready to go again?”

He clapped his hands over his eyes. “Just… save the dirty talk until the next round. I’d like to last a little more than thirty seconds.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Believe me…” He unbuckled his belt. “It is.”

My hands twitched to take over the task of releasing his erection, but I kept them clenched at my side. All reservations about being bad at blow jobs disappeared with his words. If looking into his eyes and saying a sentence got him excited, I didn’t think he would be fussy about my lack of experience.

Leopold unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick and hard penis. My gaze fell onto the bead of precum seeping out from its bulbous, red head, and I swallowed hard.

“I want to kiss it,” I whispered.

His erection twitched. “It’s all yours.”

I wrapped my fingers around its girth. His dick pulsed in my grip as though it welcomed my touch. “It likes me.”

Leopold groaned. “It worships you.”

I pressed my lips on the underside, where the head bulged into two swollen mounds. Leopold let out a shuddering moan that made my core tingle. When my tongue darted out to lap at the bitter fluid gathered on his slit, he gasped out loud.

I ran my tongue around that gorgeous head, savoring the feel and taste of his smooth, hot skin. His sharp intake of breath made arousal pulse through my core, and I slipped the whole of his tip into my mouth.

“W-Willow,” he said my name like a prayer.

My chest expanded with pride. The first time we had met, Leopold hadn’t even noticed me. Instead, he had flirted with Ashley. The second time, he only spared me a second glance because Ashley had pestered him into letting her into the party. And the third… I swirled my tongue around his cock-head and relished in his low, shuddering moan.

The third time we had met, Geraldine had been sucking on him and not getting one-tenth of this response. He’d had to resort to exhibitionism to make things exciting with her.

My fingers tightened around his erection, and I slid my other hand into his boxer briefs and cupped his balls. They were heavy and round and lightly furred. I rolled them between my fingers and gave them a gentle squeeze.