31. Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Cat

The ride home from Sunnybrook had been quiet. I’m not surprised. It had been an overwhelming day between physically moving my grandmother in, the stress of not knowing if she’d pull something at the last minute, and also the tension of the game today. But the Minotaurs made it to the playoffs and my grandmother loves her new place.

So far.

I take Leo’s hand in mine as we walk up the pathway to the front door. “Thank you. For everything today.”

“No problem, Hellcat. Rosa’s important to all of us.” The corner of his mouth pulls up. “You know Mykyta and Roan were the first ones to volunteer to help. Swear they were even trying to outdo one another. While I expected the response from Mosquito, Roan surprised me. Not sure what your grandmother did at Supercharged, but he’s coming out of his shell a bit.”

I walk through the door, releasing his hand, and toeing off my sneakers. “Do you really want to know? The things that come out of that woman’s mouth sometimes are better left unheard.”

He chuckles, nodding.

We hang up our jackets and I step toward him, placing my hand on his chest. “I’m so happy you guys made it to the playoffs. And anything you need, just let me know. I’m fully aware you’re going to be under a lot more pressure, but I’m here to support you. We all are.”

His fingers thread through my hair as he leans down, pressing his lips gently against mine in a chaste kiss. “Thank you.”

My eyes drop to his full lips before I take his bottom one between my teeth, biting down. Then I pull back, fisting his T-shirt in my hands and pulling him along with me as I walk down the hall. “Think I should thank you properly for today.”

"Oh yeah? And how do you plan on doing that?" His voice is husky and low.

Releasing his shirt, I drop my hand down to his groin, palming him and giving a squeeze. “So hard already, Sparkles .”

He growls low and deep as he lunges forward and throws me over his shoulder.

“Put me down, you brute.”

His palm cracks hard across my ass and I let out a throaty moan. “Keep talking, Hellcat. I dare you.”

“We both know how much you like me running my mouth. How much you think about stuffing it.” I reach down and smack his ass, hard. “I bet you jerk off to thinking about it all the time, blowing your load like a thirteen-year-old boy.”

His palm cracks down on my ass again, the sting radiating over the heated flesh. I arch, lifting it higher, wanting him to do it again. Instead, he stalks into my room and tosses me on the bed.

“Trust me, that mouth will be stuffed.” He unbuckles his belt, pulling it from the loops. “Get undressed, Hellcat. Now.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. Not with how dark and hungry his eyes are. And his dick is pressed against the zipper of his jeans as if trying to punch its way through.

Unlike last time, I don’t bother teasing and taking my time. I yank my shirt over my head, but when I reach to unclasp my bra Leo twists me around and grabs my wrists. “Uh, how am I supposed to strip?”

“Change of plans.”

The leather of his belt is soft, yet unyielding, as it tightens around my wrists, pulling them together behind my back. Wetness pools between my legs. Where the hell did this part of him come from?

Once the belt is secured, he spins me around and pushes me down on my back. “Now it’s time to take care of that mouth of yours.”

I narrow my eyes, lips curving up into a wicked smirk. “Oh, baby. I don’t need my hands to make you scream. Trust me, I remember how you lost control when I sucked your dick and swirled my tongue around your balls.”

He adjusts himself but doesn’t say a word as he grabs my leggings and pulls them off in one swoop, tossing them onto the floor. I spread my legs open, giving him a teasing view of my pussy, barely covered by the thin fabric of my purple lace thong.

Leo quirks a brow and leans forward, running a finger over the material. “So wet for me, soaked your panties.” He hooks his finger into the material, running his knuckle along the folds of my aching pussy before he yanks them off.

I arch off the bed when our eyes meet and he licks my arousal off his knuckle. “Eat me, Leo. Please, lick my pussy. Please.”

“So needy. But no.” He crawls over me, then pushes his thumb into my mouth, pulling down gently on my jaw. “Open.”

And I do.

Fucking hell, I’m so turned on my eyes flutter as I wait for him to kiss me. But it never comes. Instead, he stuffs my mouth with my fucking thong.

I glare at Leo and he chuckles as he gets up off the bed. Okay, so I’m not really mad. Actually, I’m fucking turned on as hell. Like really, fucking turned on.

My gaze tracks his fingers as he slowly starts to remove his clothes. Oh, this fucking bastard. He’s doing what I did to him that one time.

I mewl, arching and widening my legs, needing him to fill me. To touch me. Anything.

He looks at my pussy and his pupils dilate, hands freezing in place for a moment. His muscular chest rises and falls, nostrils flaring. And I’m not the only one whose nipples are pebbled.

Does he like them played with?

He takes off his jeans, his black boxer briefs tented by his dick, and I sigh, wishing he’d worn a lighter color to show the wet spot from his pre-cum I know is there. Because that shit is hot as hell.

But not as much as his dick. When he loses his underwear, and his erection springs free, I moan loud. He’s so hard, his crown red and drooling. I want to tell him to wrap it and get in me, but I can’t. Not with this stupid piece of lace in my mouth.

“See something you like, Hellcat.”

I nod, arching toward him, trying to communicate exactly what I want.

Leo chuckles and instead of pushing inside me, straddles my chest, and I nearly come without any stimulation. He fists his cock, squeezing at the base. “This what you want?”

My upper lip curls as I try to snarl, wiggling to try to free my hands. But it’s no use, and when he starts to stroke himself, my entire focus falls to his hand.

“You’re right. I do play with my cock thinking about your pretty lips wrapped around it. But I also jerk off thinking about you watching me.” He pumps himself faster. “Always wondered if you’d like watching, and by the way you’re writhing under me, I’d say that you do.”

My eyes flit up to meet his and I narrow them. What I want to say is that two can play this game. But maybe I’ll keep that to myself, otherwise he’ll expect it.

I clench my thighs together, trying to create some friction. There’s no doubt the comforter is wet beneath me.

Leo yanks the lace cup of my bra to the side, grabbing my breast, then pinching my nipple. “Love how perky these are.”

I'm so turned on, I can barely see straight. I want to touch him, to taste him, to feel him inside me. But the belt around my wrists keeps me in place, the thong in my mouth preventing me from voicing my desires. It's frustrating and exhilarating all at once, the knowledge that I'm completely at his mercy sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins.

Leo's eyes darken, his breaths coming in ragged pants as he begins to fuck into his fist. His eyes lock with mine, his neck corded, the muscles standing out like ropes beneath the skin. “Want my cock in that pretty mouth? Want to taste me?”

I nod because it’s all I can do.

He leans forward and takes the thong out of my mouth, then maneuvers himself so his knees are on either side of my head, but he’s facing away from me.

“Oh, fuck.” It’s all I can get out before he thrusts himself between my lips, pushing deep until I gag.

“That’s it, good girl. Suck me. Show me how much you like it.”

My lips wrap around him and I relax my throat to take him deeper, swallowing to contract around him. The salty tang of his pre-cum coats my tongue, his hard, heated length filling my mouth.

I scream around his cock when he sucks on my clit, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. The room fills with wet, sucking and slurping sounds as he fucks my mouth while he eats me out.

The second he pushes a finger into me, I scream around his cock once more, my body convulsing as I shatter beneath him. He doesn’t stop, drawing out my orgasm until my legs clamp around his head, a plea to stop.

He lifts his hips, so his head sits on my tongue. “Suck it, Cat. Suck my cum out of me. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

My lips tighten around his shaft, my tongue swirling over his head as I suck him hard. His thighs start to shake, his ass clenching, and he groans loud and throaty as he spills himself onto my tongue.

When he’s done, he carefully helps me sit up and undoes the belt on my wrists. I almost laugh as he inspects the skin, making sure I’m not hurt.

“Leo, I’m fine.” I curl up against his side after he tosses the belt to the ground and lays down next to me. “That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”

His cheeks turn red as he looks away.

“Leo?”

“Never done anything like that before. When you yelled at me for not spanking you hard enough that one time, I started to . . . to look into things online.”

I spring up onto my elbows. “You what now?”

“Kinda worried you might find me boring. Doesn’t help the way all of you poke fun at the fact I’m quiet too.”

“Leo Hartman, you are amazing in bed. There’s nothing you have to worry about, trust me. Especially with that tongue of yours.”

His lips twitch up as if he wants to smile. “What about my dick?”

“That too.” I place a kiss on his shoulder and fight not to smile at his admission. I never would have thought he’d be worried about his performance. But nothing we did is anything he needed to research. “What exactly did you read about because sixty-nining is a no brainer.”

“Never restrained anyone before.”

I laugh, then grab his chin and turn his head so he’s looking at me. “And? Did you like it?”

His pupils dilate a bit. “Yeah.”

I lay my head back on his chest, wanting to press and see what else he might be interested in. Then again, I also want to be surprised. So I don’t question him and relax with him, my fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. It’s been a long day anyway and exhaustion is starting to take over.

“Just want you to know that no matter what happens in the playoffs, I'm proud of you," I say, wanting Leo to know I’m in his corner. While the Minotaurs are excited now, the reality and pressure is sure to hit soon.

His arm tightens around me as he shifts and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “That means a lot.”

“Stay here for the night.”

“Didn’t plan on leaving.” He adjusts us and pulls the blanket over our bodies, then pulls me back into his arms. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”