27. Wear Nothing At All

Leonie

Issy had fallen asleep pretty quickly. She normally slept like a log, but just to be safe, I lay there clearing my throat, each time getting louder to see if she’d so much as breathe differently.

I left her with her mouth wide, snoring, her head nearly on my pillow.

Every step I took out of her room, I glanced to see if there was any change. None.

To not alarm her, I used the soft glow of my phone screen — not even turning on its torch — to guide my way from her bed to my bedroom door.

I couldn’t have her stop me.

My knuckles gently rapped on the door once. No response. Throwing my head over my shoulder, I knocked again.

“Yes?” came Dom’s low voice.

His baritone question ran through my body, heating my skin.

I snuck into the room on the tips of my slippers, locking the door behind me.

He was lying on my bed against the headboard, ankles crossed, a book in his hands. Wearing glasses.

Damn. Someone shoot me. I’d never wanted to sit on someone’s face more. I wanted to smash those glasses with my thighs, then buy him a new pair just so I could do it again. “I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

He looked me up and down, taking in the silk cami and shorts. I couldn’t wait for him to see what was underneath.

I felt his silent gaze on me as I went around my room, turning on the fairy lights by the window sill, the desk, the bedside tables. I turned off the bright lamp beside him.

“Oh, am I not reading anymore?”

“No,” I said, lifting my knee to straddle him. I took his book, shoved my coaster on his page and set it back on the bedside table. I might be desperate for the Clark Kent version of him, but I could still appreciate a good novel.

I traced the rim of his glasses. How did he look even better in them?

“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” I repeated.

“Only for reading,” he said, hands on my ass and shuffling me forward so I could feel just how hard he was beneath me. “I can see you perfectly. I can always see you perfectly.”

“You see me perfectly,” I said, missing how he’d rocked me forward along his boxers. Three layers between us. Three too many.

“I do. Something happened to you today. Because you spent this afternoon in your tight little leggings and a hoodie — which best not belong to any other man,” he added as he dragged his finger down my mouth, pulling my bottom lip from my teeth. “A hoodie that, may I add, only allowed me a glimpse of your ass every now and then. I want to burn it.”

I wriggled further up him as he moved from my mouth to the straps on my shoulders. He slid one of them off, my pyjama top fell slightly, revealing the red lace underneath. He traced its edge with delicate fingers down to my cleavage.

“So I assume you were trying to throw Issy off our scent. And I’m assuming you wanted to remind me how fucking hot you are by coming here in this.” He pulled at the remaining strap, snapping it against my skin. “But I know already. Wear what you want,” he said, grabbing the silk at the bottom before lifting the top over my head, “or wear nothing at all.”

If I had my own place, I would. I’d invite him round and this — the tiny lace crotchless bodysuit — would be the most I would wear in his presence.

I’d wanted to buy somewhere with Jared, but nowhere near to the extent I wanted to now.

He held me under my shoulder blades and looked me up and down. “Now this,” he said, his gaze heated as he took in the red lace he’d shown me in my wardrobe, “this is far better. Wear this.”

“I give this only another five minutes,” I said, pulling him back to me. I’d put it on for him to see, to admire. But now I regretted it; I wanted to lay across him, my skin on his.

“This is our last night with you staying here,” I told him and really, really tried not to sound sad about it. I was going more for, fuck my brains out, this is our last time together instead of, this is our last time together, and I am gutted.

“You not going to visit me in your sexy lingerie?” he asked, hand brushing my back, his words hot on my hair. “You not going to let yourself in and plant rose petals on the bed?”

“If I’m invited,” I said and reached up to kiss him.

“You are always invited,” he said, chasing my mouth as I leaned back. “Payment on entry is your clothes.”

“Just out there on the porch?” I asked, as he gave up on trying to kiss me, instead dropping little pecks onto my collarbones.

“Yes, right where I can catch you on camera and replay it for days.”

The thought of him watching me had my thighs clenching around him.

“Oh, if you like that,” he said, turning my hips, wordlessly asking me to turn around. I fell between his legs, where he pulled down my silk shorts. “My surveillance used to be far more than just the porch. Every room had a camera only I could access. I’ll set the one back up in my bedroom so I can watch us fuck again and again.”

“Just the bedroom?” I asked, leaning back on his chest as his fingers grazed up my inner thigh.

“Where else do you want them?”

His touch led so excruciatingly slowly up to my bikini line, I lost my train of thought. “The kitchen, the living room, the bathroom. Put an underwater one in the fucking pool, Dom.”

“You want a bit of water play, hmm?” he asked, bending his head as his fingers found my wet core. They stopped. “Oh wow,” he said, his lips grazing my ear, trailing his fingers through the evidence of my desire. I’d been wet with excitement just from seeing him in those glasses. “Yes, this is better. I like this very much. I love how you’ve stopped fighting me. Gone from jeans to crotchless panties, baby.”

He lifted his fingers to show me, rubbing his thumb against two of his fingers.

“We have to be quiet,” I whispered.

He pulled me up to sit on his thigh before placing those glistening fingers to my lips. “Taste.”

I did, sucking as his other hand lazily found my clit. My breath hitched against his fingers.

“Quiet, little lion,” he ordered in my ear as he flattened his hand over my mouth. “Your roar is only for me to hear. Do you understand? Only me.”

I nodded, eyes closed as his fingers quickened.

“Leo, you’re always so wet for me,” he purred in my ear. “I’m always so hard for you.”

Yes, I could feel him against my back. As I started to grind on his thigh, it wasn’t necessarily for me, but for him. I wanted him to have sticky thighs for once. I wanted his cock to feel the friction so that he would ram it into me.

His arms held me tight to him, but he didn’t need to. I gave in to what my body wanted, relaxing into his hold. His nibbles along the shell of my ear had me so sensitive, I gasped into his hand. His touch tickled me, down my neck straight to my clit. He played with me as if he had slept with me more than a handful of times and knew my body better than I did. He was holding me so close to the orgasm building low in my belly. I was writhing against him with chills from his breath, his teeth scraping that erogenous spot under my ear.

I was going to come. I had to come. All of my senses were lost to his touch.

And he stopped, moving his lips further down to bite at the crease of my neck, before sucking and making me tingle, gasping. His fingers ran further down, teasing my entrance as my breaths calmed slightly.

“One day, I’m going to put my whole fist inside of you,” he whispered. “You underestimate how badly I need to get in there. I’d cut you open and climb in if I could.”

I only nodded, head back. Climb inside, please.

But he continued to torment me, and when I opened my eyes, I saw him leaning over my shoulder, looking down at his handiwork.

If he wouldn’t take control, I would.

With a little lift of my hips, two of his fingers slid inside me. He raised an eyebrow at me and crooked his fingers, hitting right on my G-spot. He had to tighten his hand around my mouth because I was long past the whimpering stage. I was sweating, clammy against him as another orgasm tightened within me, his hot breaths accompanying the pulsing inside of me.

“Let me, let me—” I tried to say against his palm.

But he stopped to pull his hand away. “Yes, Leonie?” he asked against my lips.

“Let me come,” I groaned, frustrated at yet another denied orgasm.

“Oh, babe, don’t be upset,” he said, running his thumb across my bottom lip. “I’ve been keeping something from you.”

I tried to pull away, but he still held me against him so tightly, I couldn’t.

“My results are negative. I’m going raw on you tonight.”

I pushed away his arms, spun around to kiss him and shoved at his boxers, trying to pull them down. He helped me, lifting himself up while fucking my mouth with his tongue.

Still sitting against my headboard, he pulled me back onto his lap where I slid up and down his cock, coating him with my need. I rocked on him, back and forth, appreciating the feel of his silky cock against my clit.

“No, baby, this orgasm is mine. I’m going to feel you come around my cock. You’re going to ride me.”

I nodded and lifted my hips as he notched his dick to my entrance. I was on the pill, but he hadn’t asked. Surely, he just assumed.

Inch by inch, I guided myself onto him, my breaths catching as he stretched me wide. I’d had him just last night, I’d had him this morning, but this position forced him deeper inside and I still needed a moment to adjust.

“Breathe through it,” he said, pushing back the hair from my face. “Good girl. God, Leo, you feel like heaven.”

Finally fully seated, I started by grinding against him, feeling him pressing against my walls. It was the tightest fit, it nearly had me crying. Sobbing like he’d promised.

Hands on his biceps, I kept rocking and I needed him to cover my mouth because the whimpers leaving me would soon become—

He pulled at my lingerie, almost ripping it down my arms until I let the straps drop to my sides. He continued to pull until my breasts were exposed and the material pooled around my waist.

“I need—I need to feel you against me,” he breathed.

I placed my hands around his neck and shuffled closer, my chest against his. Instead of resting on my knees, I lifted up again, only just keeping the head of him inside of me as I landed on my feet, using the motion to get him deeper.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck, Leonie.”

I would have been rambling obscenities if I wasn’t so taken aback by how blissful this was. My breaths were ragged, our bodies coated in sweat as I took him in, bouncing. My movements were slow but he wasn’t complaining. He cupped my ass cheeks, helping to lift me at the same pace. It was a good thing too, because the orgasm would not be stopped for anything now. I lost my rhythm as I came, feeling so full as I pulsed around his cock.

“Leonie—”

I pushed my mouth to his, tracing the seam of his lips with my tongue. I loved when men spoke during sex. But right now, with Issy only down the hallway, we had to behave. I’d scream for him tomorrow, he could shout my name then.

And I needed to stop myself from crying out. With no escape, the brutal waves of my orgasm wet my eyes.

“Quiet,” I muttered into his mouth. “We’ll get caught.”

He only grunted in response, guiding my movements as his tongue swept up my own. I was in control here. Me. He’d do what I asked.

“Pull my hair.”

He did without question, one hand squeezing my ass so hard, I groaned into his mouth before his fingers travelled up to my scalp, digging in.

But it was his other hand that nearly had me combust. He moved to my rear hole, rubbing against it with the tip of his finger and I immediately fell onto my knees, breathing heavily onto his chest.

“You can tell me what to do,” he said, voice dark in my ear as he pressed in slightly. I was jelly, wobbling above him. “I’ll do anything you ask, Leo. But remember, I’m invested in your pleasure. That instruction on any other man won’t work as well.”

I nodded into his chest as I tried to pick up a rhythm again.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded.

Lost, broken, one of my arms fell from his neck so my fingers could find my clit and touch it in tight circles. My other arm fell to reach behind me and cup his balls, squeeze them, massage them and he swore. It felt like our hands were everywhere. He was everywhere. We were a tangled, sweaty mess of limbs.

“Fuck you, Leo,” he snarled. “Next time, I’m going to tie you up. I’m trying not to blow here.”

“Come in me, Dom,” I begged.

Really, I didn’t want this to end, no matter how tired my thighs were. I’d keep going because nothing was as good as this. But though our voices were low, the wet sounds of me slamming down onto his lap weren’t any longer. There was no pretending they were not the result of hot, sweaty, primal sex.

“Tomorrow, I fill every one of your holes. Now, you come.”

I nodded eagerly before pressing my mouth back to his. His finger in my ass, his cock so deep inside of me, my back arching in pleasure, I raced towards my next climax with tiny whimpers. As I came again, he swallowed my moan as his mouth crashed into mine.

His strong hands found my rib cage and pulled me downwards to meet his crazed thrusts. I needed to not be here, I needed us to be somewhere I could scream as I rode the aftershocks — nope, another orgasm. I was fucked. Well and truly fucked.