Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Now take off your clothes and let me worship you.

The command sends a ripple of searing-hot need through me. My hands instantly obey, as if on puppet strings, and Leon’s fingers join mine as I slide them under the hem of my shirt. He guides me, showing me how he wants me to pull it up and off over my head, then he tosses it to the floor without sparing it a second glance.

He explores me, caressing across all the folds in my skin created by my tight bra. Then he reaches around my back and unclasps it without much effort, and we separate long enough for me to toss it away.

“Fuck.” Leon groans when he finally sees me, and I cover myself up, not sure what he’s cursing about.

He takes my arm with surprising roughness and pulls it away, getting a full look at my tits. Then he grabs his crotch, where I can make out the outline of his cock under his jeans. He drags his hand across it, just staring at me.

I’m a little bolder this time as my fingers duck under the hem of his shirt, because I’m pretty sure he wants the same thing I do. Without pausing, Leon yanks it over his head, then chucks it so hard it hits the wall. I don’t even get a chance to look at him before he’s kissing me again. Greedily, his hands slide up under my breasts, taking on the weight of them, his fingers kneading my flesh. A groan builds up in his throat as he cups each one, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. My hands tangle in his soft, dark chest hair.

“Your tits are perfect, Tiff,” Leon murmurs, his hips rubbing against mine so I can feel that thick object in his jeans acutely. Downward he roams, over the curve of my belly to the button at the top of my jeans. “These now. Take them off.”

I do as I’m told, and it feels good—so good—to hand over control, to trust someone else with how this should go.

Now that I’m bared to him, Leon slides down onto his knees. He kisses my stomach, digging his hand into the roll at my waist. He buries his nose in my crotch, where I’m still wearing my panties, and inhales deeply.

“You smell so goddamned good,” he groans, his big hands fisting each of my ass cheeks as he drags me in closer. “Fuck.”

He takes a few more deep breaths, then kisses his back way back up my body until he’s towering over me again. I’ve never had someone say that to me before. It’s weird and fucking hot, all at the same time.

“Bedroom,” he growls, and it’s most definitely a growl .

I’ve heard that sound before—like a bear in a documentary. I nod and lead the way out of the living room, through the open door to my bedroom, where all my various stuffed animals are piled up around my pillows. Embarrassed that I’m a grown woman who collects stuffed animals, I shove them off the bed, but Leon takes both my wrists to stop me. He pushes me down on top of them, as if he couldn’t care less where we are or what’s around us.

He’s only interested in one thing, and that’s me. It’s never felt so good to be wholly and completely at the center of someone’s attention.

Immediately his mouth is on me, tasting my neck, my collarbone, the valley of my sternum. Eagerly, he sucks one nipple, grabbing the rest of my breast with one big hand, and flicks his tongue back and forth until I’m twitching and gasping. Then he switches to the other nipple, so he’s gripping both my tits tight in his palms and teasing me with his teeth. Those teeth are sharper than I expected, but the light shock of pain melds with the pleasure, and I arch into him and whimper for more.

“Good girl.” Leon licks each tip one last time. “You make such pretty little sounds.”

No one’s ever called me that, and my hands grow more confident as I explore his body, too, running them over the dense muscle of his back, his corded neck.

When he gets back up, Leon’s hands fly to the zipper of his pants. I only have my panties on now, so I pull them off as he kicks away his jeans. Underneath them, he’s practically an underwear model—with significantly thicker body hair. He has on a pair of boxer briefs that wonderfully display the hard-on he’s sporting underneath.

I lick my lips just looking at it. He palms his shaft again, stroking up and down as his blue eyes keep me pinned to the bed.

“What do you want, Tiff?” He takes a predatory step toward me. There’s a vast emptiness inside me, warm and pulsing, that only he can fill. “Tell me.”

“You,” I answer, my breath coming fast with how much I need him. “I want you. Inside me. Please, Leon.”

He gives me an approving nod. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. You’ll have it.” Slipping his thumb into the band of his boxers, he pulls them down.

Oh, wow. The cock that springs out is as large as it is... strange. It’s bigger than I expected, even for a guy of Leon’s size. But the shape, I’ve never seen anything like it. There’s a lump at the base that’s much thicker than the rest of it, and just as swollen. What on earth?

Maybe I just haven’t seen enough dicks.

Leon doesn’t give me too long to examine him. He drops onto the bed on all fours, crouching over me and blocking out the cheap overhead light. He kisses me again as his hips grind against mine, shoving his cock down between us, so the dribble of pre-cum on its head rubs across my belly.

Instantly, any thought of it being alien vanishes from my mind. The scent of him is driving me wild. I don’t care what he looks like down there, as long as he fucks me with it.

Leon grabs my thighs and pulls them wide. His eyes dart from my face to my pussy, and he licks his lips.

“Good thing I didn’t have that milkshake earlier,” he says, and I could swear he’s drooling. “Now it’s time for my dessert.”

Before I can say or do anything, he shoves his face between my legs.

I cry out with surprise as his tongue glances over my clit. There’s no teasing here. It’s like gasoline has been poured over me, and then a match dropped on top. My hips snap up as he does it again, and again, until Leon is licking me frantically, his tongue ducking inside me only to return to his target. I’ve never gone so quickly from zero to sixty, but I’m moaning and my pleasure is arcing up and down my body. He rubs me with his finger, then slides it down, dipping inside me.

Holy shit. All he has to do is stroke once, then twice, that tongue going wild over my clit, and suddenly I’m climaxing.

“Oh, god,” I moan. “Leon. Yes!”

My thighs instinctively squeeze around his head, and Leon bites into my flesh, sending me spiraling even higher.

But he’s not finished with me, not while I lie there twitching and gasping and trying to come down from outer space. He kneels between my legs, that huge, strange cock resting across my mound, swollen and alert. He wears a sly smile, and his canines look longer than they should be. His hulking chest, with the thick, cut squares of pectoral, is rising and falling quickly with his breathing.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you?” Leon asks, sliding his hips back slightly so just the tip grazes over my sex.

“God, yes.” I need nothing else. “Please. Please fuck me.”

The wicked grin spreads, and he reaches down to spread my pussy open for him with his fingers.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, dragging the head of his cock up and down through my folds without once dipping inside. “What a good girl you are, getting ready for me.”

When Leon fists his cock in his hand and pushes it in, the head slides through, as if drawn to where it’s supposed to be. It pulls me wide, and I really didn’t realize how big he was before now.

Fuck. Is the rest of that huge thing going to fit inside me?

“Your pussy tasted so good,” Leon says, reeling back his hips before I can even get a solid feel for him. All I want is for that strange cock to fill me up, but he’s holding back. “And it feels even better around my dick.” He leans down so his mouth rests next to my ear. “You’d better be on the pill, because I’m going to fill up that sweet pussy. I’m going to drench it.”

Oh, fuck. Nobody’s ever made it sound so hot. I nod rapidly. “Yes. I am. Please.”

“What a good girl you are, love.” Then he kisses my lips, curls his big shoulders, and sinks into me.

I cry out as he delves in, not fast, but oh-so-deep. He glides in smooth, even as thick as he is, and it feels unbelievable. Once he’s seated firmly inside me, Leon settles there for a moment, releasing my lips so his blue eyes can stare into mine. A ghost of a smile quirks the side of his lip, revealing one of his canines, which looks shockingly sharp. Has it always been like that?

Then he withdraws, teasing my wet entrance before plunging back in again. Leon fills me up to the brim, and soon I’m spilling over, moaning as he thrusts as far as he can before yanking himself back out. He sits back on his knees and lifts up my thighs, his whole muscular shape exposed to me as he slams into me again. He’s staring at where our bodies are joined, riveted to it, his mouth open in wonder.

“Your pussy is so beautiful,” he says between pants. “Look at you. You’re taking me so, so well.”

The praise cascades over me, and I feel like a goddess underneath him, his hips plunging that thick cock into me in a perfect, hungry rhythm. He squeezes my tits and moans, unafraid of showing me just how good I feel around him.

Then something thick, something wider than his cock, starts nudging at my entrance where Leon already has me stretched tight. Whatever it is, it’s trying to work its way into me, and I writhe as my pussy objects.

“Not yet,” Leon murmurs to himself.

His thrusts grow shallower, like he’s holding something back. But then he ratchets up his pace, and soon I’m lost to him, completely entranced, gripping my stuffed animals and my comforter hard as he fucks me. He licks his fingers and slows down his strokes so he can play with my clit, and I whine with pure bliss. Then he starts moving again as he watches my face. I try to hold his gaze, as feral as those blue eyes look right now, but soon I’m so overwhelmed that my eyes close and my head falls back.

I need more, and more, and more.

Soon I’m teetering on the edge, only inches away from the cliff where the track ends. Leon groans as he buries himself inside me, again and again, pushing me closer to my finish as the lip of his cockhead drags over that sensitive place inside me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts. “This pussy was made for me.”

And I think that he’s right, the way he fits there.

Leon drops onto his elbows, so I can feel his breath on my face as he picks up his speed, pumping his hips in a glorious rhythm. I wind my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his thick, dark hair as he swoops down and kisses me.

Now he’s plucking at my lips with his sharp teeth, plunging his tongue into my mouth in time with his cock, and I’m perfectly, wonderfully helpless underneath him. He drags that fat cockhead along the inside of me over and over, and then I’m screaming, tipping over the side at last. Leon groans as I clamp down on him hard, showing those unnaturally sharp canines.

“I’m going to stuff you so full,” he says as my orgasm consumes me. He wraps his arms around me tight and pounds harder, pushing me farther and farther into the abyss. Inside me, his cock swells, spreading me even wider. “You’re going to carry my smell all over you.”

These guys really are all about smell.

I cry and buck as he shoves himself in one last time and releases.

There’s so much of his cum that it spurts out, and then suddenly, that wide lump at the base of his cock is trying to make its way inside me again. I thought I had reached the peak, but as it starts stretching me, I’m in the stratosphere. I scream his name and Leon stops abruptly, panting hard.

“Sorry,” he says, cradling the back of my head. “I didn’t mean to use that part.”

I’m so dazed I barely register the words, and they tumble over me like water.

“Thass okay,” I answer, my words coming out slurred.

Leon grins and, ever so gently, pulls out. Then he falls down on the bed, where he twines my legs with his and runs a hand down to curl around my ass. Just taking a big whiff of him covered in sweat is incredible. I shamelessly bury my face in his armpit, and he laughs, bringing me in closer.

Maybe I do know what he means about smelling great.

“You were so wonderful for me,” he croons, rubbing his cheek over my head the way a cat might. “Such a good and obedient girl.”

His words fill me up, twirling me around, covering everything with sparkles. I’ve never felt any happiness like this before, like I did just what I was supposed to do and did it well.

I nuzzle deeper into him, and Leon chuckles as he holds me tighter. “Maybe next time,” he murmurs, “we can make it a group event.”

My foggy brain imagines Jace here, too, in this bedroom—and I almost can’t make sense of it. But my pussy twitches, even now.

“Okay,” I say with a yawn, without thinking twice. “Maybe next time.”