Very Bad Things
Page 67

I cocked my head, wondering where this was going.
He ran his hands through his hair furiously, and I knew what that meant. He was randy as hell but was gearing up to shove me away.
I wasn’t going to let him do it. Not today.
“I feel sexy as fuck in these boots,” I murmured. “As soon as I slipped them on, I thought about you.”
He got tense and turned to pick his guitar up, pretending like I hadn’t just put it all out there.
I went over to the door, locked it, and went back to stand in front of him, my body vibrating with need.
“Why did you lock the door?” he asked.
I swallowed. “Spread your legs.”
He startled and fumbled as he dropped his guitar on the floor. “Nora?”
“Just shut up and do it, okay. Do this one thing for me.” I clenched my nervous hands. I didn’t know what I was doing here, but my gut was telling me to try . . . one more time.
He shifted uncomfortably on the couch and after a minute, he spread his legs a little. Not enough.
“Don’t be a pussy, Leo,” I said. “I need more.”
He exhaled a deep breath. “What are you doing? You know how you affect me,” he said huskily.
He sat there for a few moments, and I didn’t think he was going to move, but he did. He spread them wide, his black athletic shorts stretching easily, giving him plenty of room to get comfortable. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of his long muscular legs, opened just for me. His body was tense and tight, his cock hard and peeking out of his shorts. He wanted me. Obviously. That had never been a problem between us.
I dropped my purse to the ground unceremoniously and took the straight chair he’d been sitting in and pulled it to me, easing down and not taking my eyes off him.
He watched me and his hands twitched, like he wanted to grab me. “Nora . . .”
“Do you want me?” I asked, interrupting, needing to hear him say it.
He tossed his head back against the couch and said in a dazed voice, “Always when I look at you, I get hard. Harder than I’ve ever been. All for you.”
“Take your shirt off,” I said, dying to trace his dragon with my eyes.
He shot me a heavy-lidded look, pulled off his tank and leaned back, showing me his washboard abs and defined chest. My mouth dried.
He arched a brow at my perusal. “You’re really into this stripping thing, aren’t you?”
“Take your shorts off and stroke yourself,” I said.
His head jerked up.
“Teach me how you’d want me to do it. I need to know what feels good to you,” I said.
“You don’t know what you’re fucking with, Nora,” he warned softly.
“Show me.”
With burning eyes, he pushed his shorts down and off until I could see all of him. Splayed out, he was mouth-watering, showing me his massive size, his thickness. I licked my lips at the sight and squirmed, feeling the warmth settle in my body and tingle up my spine.
“This what you want to see?” he asked me gruffly, one hand resting at the base as it stood at attention, the other cupping his balls.
I nodded, speechless. I’d been in control at the beginning of this, but now, I was lost.
“Fuck, you light me up,” he said in a low voice as he gripped himself and started pumping himself from top to bottom with a sure grasp. I gasped, fixated by the motion, mesmerized by his hands as he stroked up and down, sometimes ghosting his fingers over the head and lightly twisting. I groaned, unable to hold back.
He flicked his eyes at me. “I think you like to talk dirty, Nora.”
I nodded, thinking of all the times I’d imagined him just like this, hard for me.
“This is for you. I’m thinking about fucking you,” he said, arching his back and shuddering. His dragon slithered on his chest as he worked, stroking himself faster and faster. “Watch me,” he said, his eyes devouring me. “I love your eyes on me.”
I trembled, lost in desire for him. “I want more than my eyes on you. I want to put my tongue on you and lick you all over. I want to taste your skin. I want to suck you until you come for me,” I said.
“Fuck,” he moaned and pumped himself harder until his muscular forearms rippled from the exertion. I gazed intently, consumed by how primitive it was, how arousing it was to watch him masturbate.
“Nora, you’re so good, so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands sweeping up to rub the pre-cum over the head and over the rest of his length. He jerked and stroked harder, his arms straining and his legs stiff, his opal eyes never once letting go of mine.
My body clenched with need. I wanted him desperately. Like I’d never wanted anything in my whole life. “Leo,” I said beseechingly, closing my eyes. “Love me.”
He tossed his head back and hissed. “Say my name like that again.”
“Leo, I want you to come for me,” I panted.
“If I come . . . this was be over . . . don’t wanna stop,” he said, staring steadily at me. “Never want to stop looking at you. I want to fuck you, dammit,” he cried out in frustration.
“Tell me . . . tell me how much you want me, Leo,” I breathed out.
“I want to lay you down and slip deep inside you. I want to find every secret part of you with my lips, my tongue, my hands. I want you to ride me while I watch. I want to hear our skin slapping together. I want to wake up next to you in the morning and do it all over again. Need you so much. You’re all I want. I want you, want you, want you,” he chanted as he picked up his pace, his hands working in time to his words.