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I slide a finger between her legs. It comes away soaked with her arousal. I let her watch in the mirror’s reflection as I suck my finger clean, savoring the sweetness on my tongue.
“Already so wet for me,” I mutter. “Do you want me, Nikita?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her pupils blown wide.
I drop to my knees and lick her pussy, teasing her entrance and circling her clit with my fingers. She grips the bars, her knuckles white, all while her heated breath fogs up the mirror in front of her. I like the way her knees shake, how she’s at my mercy and already dripping for me.
“Feel that,” I tell her, taking one of her hands to press against my erection. “Feel what you do to me, Nikita. You’re going to have to fix that.”
“Tell me how,” she says around a moan. “Tell me what you want, Leo.”
“I want you on your knees, pretty girl. I want to see your mouth on me.”
With a nod, Nikita turns and hastily begins to work on my belt. The metal rip of my zipper rings loudly in my ear. She’s quick to yank the waistband of my underwear down, freeing my throbbing cock.
All I can do is stare as she wraps her lips around the head, her tongue darting out to lap at the bead of cum collecting there. She takes me into her mouth, inch by careful inch, the wet heat of her tongue nothing short of nirvana.
It feels good. Maybe a little too good.
She bobs her head up and down the length of my shaft, her fingers wrapping around the base to stroke me in tandem. I barely have a grip on reality at this point, each sweet pass of her tongue whiting out my mind.
I smooth my palm over her hair, gripping her neat little bun for purchase. “Ease up,” I tell her. But she doesn’t. Nikita’s enjoying herself a little too much to bother listening to me. That won’t do at all. I slip my fingers beneath her chin and tilt her face up. “Come here.”
No sooner do I help her to her feet do I spin her around and bend her forward against the mirror. She grips the barre for support as I shove the scraps of her tights and underwear aside, sliding the head of my cock over her folds. I can’t take it any longer, and judging by her lustful gaze, neither can she.
I press into her, relishing the heat of her body. My pace is brisk and unrelenting, but I know she can take it. Nikita is so much stronger, so much more resilient than she looks. I know this deep down, because on some level, she and I are the same. Our burdens may look different, but they weigh heavily on our shoulders all the same. We’re both dedicated to our crafts. We both know what it’s like to put the hours in, often thankless. Even though she doesn’t know what I do, I feel like Nikita is the only one in the world who truly understands me.
She finds her pleasure with a breathy shout, her knees shaking as climax grips her tight. I’m not far behind her, the hot coil in the pit of my stomach burning brightly, until all of a sudden, it explodes like a fireworks show. Brilliant, hypnotizing, and unfortunately over all too fast.
I sweep her hair aside and kiss the nape of her neck, breathing in peaches and cherry blossoms. I wrap my arms around her middle and hold her against me. We may be sated for now, but I’m personally nowhere near through with her. I have all night, and I intend to use every minute to its fullest.
“Let me take you home,” I murmur in her ear.
She nods, watching me in the mirror’s reflection. “Please,” she says, so soft and sweet.
Chapter 16
Nikita
Mother’s probably going to have a fit again when she realizes I’m not coming home tonight, but I don’t care. When I’m with Leo, it’s like I have blinders on. All I can see, all I can hear, all I can even thinkabout—is him.
The drive to his place is spent in quiet anticipation. My core throbs, eager for his touch as we make our way through the late-night streets. There’s next to no traffic, making for a smooth ride. When he offers me his hand over the center console, I take it. Leo is so tender when he wants to be, brushing the pad of his thumb over my knuckles. His touch is intimate, thoughtful. I think about what my mother said about judging a book by its cover, how with people you supposedly can always tell. She’s wrong. Especially about him.
He puts his hand on my knee, and I close my eyes to focus on the feeling of his calloused palm sliding up my thigh. I suck in a sharp breath through clenched teeth when he brazenly slips his hand down my pants and underwear to roll his fingers over my clit.
His attention is split between me and the road as he growls. “Still so wet for me. I can’t wait to get you home.”
“Drive faster,” I whimper, gripping the door handle as pleasure builds. Am I about to come in his passenger seat?God, I really hope so.
“Not yet, naughty girl,” he says with an easy chuckle. “Just wait until we get back to my place. I’ve got a treat for you.”
My face feels warm, flushed with arousal and excitement. “What kind of treat?”
“You seem to really enjoy being tied up the other night. Am I wrong?”
“No, you’re not wrong. I really liked it.”
“Thought so.”
