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You might be a terrible person.
But if anything, the asshole driving is also a terrible person. The knowledge does little to console you, your eyes meeting Leon’s for a split second before you force yourself to look away, determined to ignore him for the entirety of this trip.
It was meant to be a relaxing trip, a week’s stay at a friend’s lake house without Leon. He’d been at some out-of-state government training program for the past few months. You’d been grateful for the reprieve, until he’d returned a few days early, duffle bag in one hand and a shiny, new badge in the other.
Federal agent , he’d announced, his gaze lingering on you whilst your boyfriend had clapped him on the back in congratulations.
You’d forced a tight smile then, excusing yourself to hide out in the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face to try and convince yourself that Leon hadn’t gotten more attractive, his shirt looking a little tighter than what you’d remembered, clinging to his seemingly thicker chest and biceps.
Either way, you hadn’t been expecting Leon to agree to this little trip, silently hoping he’d been too exhausted for a week out at the lake house, although you supposed it was the perfect way to relax. Then he’d somehow wormed his way into driving there with you and your boyfriend, much to your irritation.
You were determined not to repeat what you’d done in the past, although with Leon you could never be sure. So now here you were, bundled into the backseat of the car, with your boyfriend and his best friend – who you’d slept with three times.
The silence is tense when Leon pulls into a gas station, your boyfriend mentioning something about needing to grab some snacks. When the car door shuts, your boyfriend disappearing through the sliding doors in the distance, you glare at Leon.
“Stop staring at me.”
“Ouch,” Leon drawls, a smile pulling at his lips, “I was expecting a much sweeter welcome back.”
“Well, you’re not welcome back,” you shoot back, annoyance bubbling up inside of you.
“Really?” he asks, raising his brows, “because I remember you giving me one hell of a goodbye, sweetheart.”
A wince escapes you when he brings that up. Your boyfriend had roped you into the whole thing, mentioning that Leon was hopeless at packing and that you were the perfect person to help him out. You’d vehemently protested, desperate not to be alone with Leon again, until you’d somehow found yourself shopping with him, helping him pick out some essentials. And then… well, you’d somehow found yourself on his lap , in his car, his face buried in the crook of your neck whilst he’d shoved your panties to the side and sunk his cock inside of you.
“Yeah,” you murmur, “a goodbye . As in, no more sex.”
Leon grins at you through the rearview mirror. “Does that mean kissing is still on the table?”
You roll your eyes. “Didn’t you learn about morals at your little training program?”
“I think it’s a little too late for morals, sweetheart,” he muses, “for the both of us.”
Guilt swirls in your stomach, sinking and settling heavily like sunken rocks. You shift uncomfortably, averting your gaze.
“We can’t, Leon,” you say, fingers playing together.
Leon doesn’t miss the anxious action, turning to face you properly, having the decency to look somewhat remorseful… at least you think , until he speaks.
“There’s a simple solution to all this–”
“I know,” you interrupt, shaking your head, “we stop this–”
Leon speaks at the same. “You break up with him.”
You clamp your mouth shut at that. As annoying as Leon is, he’s right. Breaking up with your boyfriend would be the simplest solution, except the thought of leaving him has you feeling a little ill.
“I can’t break up with him now,” you say agitatedly, “I mean, he’s been looking forward to this for weeks. Besides, everything was fine when you were gone .”
A heavy sigh escapes Leon as he turns back, slumping against the seat, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. You can’t help but feel your words were too harsh, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as you watch your boyfriend appear again, walking back towards the car with an assortment of snacks in his arms.
“He’s sweet,” you offer quietly, “I– I like him.”
“Yeah,” Leon mutters, sounding bitter, “and I spent the last few months missing you.”
You don’t have enough time to register his words, the car door opening as your boyfriend bundles inside, the plastic bags in his arms crinkling. The car starts up again, and you busy yourself with biting into a bar of chocolate, the passing scenery doing little to quell your mounting worries.
–
The lake house is gorgeous.
You spot a few other cars, most likely the rest of your group of friends having arrived earlier. Your attention is taken wholly by the lake, however, the water glittering prettily under the sun, perfect for a swim. There’s a smile pulling at your lips, the tension from earlier bleeding out as you walk out onto the pier, pulling your shoes and socks off to dip a foot into the cool water.
“They’re inside picking rooms,” Leon says, the suddenness of his voice making you jolt.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” you breathe out, sparing him a glance before turning back towards the lake.
He hums, coming to stand beside you, his arm brushing against yours. Your heart flutters at the proximity, breath hitching when his fingers reach out for yours, warm against your skin.
“What are you doing?” you ask exasperatedly, pulling your hand away.
“Nothing,” he replies vaguely, “I’m not doing anything. You’ve just got a little something.” Leon motions to your cheek.
Your brows furrow in confusion, hand rubbing against your cheek until Leon smiles, grabbing your hand and pulling it away. You’re about to ask whether it’s gone until his head is dipping quickly, lips brushing against your cheek in a fleeting kiss.
“You’re insane,” you snap, jerking away from him, “fucking insane , you know that?”
“You like it,” Leon smiles, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Right, baby ?”
You stiffen at the way he calls you baby , a pleasant sensation shooting down into your stomach until you hear the loud chatter coming from inside the lake house. You don’t look back as you walk back up the pier, leaving Leon behind.
–
You think you might’ve developed newfound empathy for prey animals with the way Leon’s gaze is fixed on you – unwavering and unrelenting.
It’s akin to being hunted, your glares doing little to deter him, even when your boyfriend’s arms wrap around you, your body curling into his. If anything, you think Leon’s gaze might burn a hole through you.
Still, you’re proud of your efforts to avoid Leon over the next few days, ignoring him at breakfast, lunch and dinner, even when everyone’s out swimming together in the lake.
Except that doesn’t seem to sit well with Leon.
You’ve memorized his footsteps at this point, huffing out a breath when you hear him on the decking behind you. You’d been planning to take a quick dip in the lake, but hiding out in the adjoining boatshed seems like the best option at this point as you quicken your pace, brows furrowing when Leon steps in after you.
“For the love of–” you hiss, head poking out to see whether anyone was watching, before you yank the wooden door of the boatshed shut . “Stop following me, Leon!”
“I’m not following you!” Leon protests, glancing around the dim boatshed, “I was looking for a paddle… they told me to get a paddle.”
You stare at him irritatedly, watching as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his shorts, his gaze landing on you once he stops appraising all the equipment in the boatshed.
“Really?” you ask, “they asked you to get a paddle? No one’s going out to the fucking lake!”
Leon huffs out a breath. “Okay, so maybe I was following you. You’re the one avoiding me.”
“For good reason,” you reply sharply, feeling hot when his gaze dips down over you, intense and hungry . He’d looked at you like that in his car too, when the windows had fogged up and he’d told you how good you were for him– no, no . You couldn’t be doing this, not again, not ever.
“I missed you.”
Leon’s voice is soft, lilting almost. It has something unbidden shooting through your chest, heart fluttering for a moment until you manage to steel yourself, shaking your head.
“You missed having sex with me,” you correct, crossing your arms over your chest as though the gesture were somehow able to protect you from his gaze.
“I’m not a creep,” he replies drily, taking a step towards you, the wooden floorboards creaking under his weight.
“Stop,” you say, feeling panicked when he takes another step towards you. “Just– just stand there, stop it .”
“Sorry, baby,” Leon whispers, his nose nudging against your cheek, pressing a kiss there. His arms are slipping around your waist, body pressing against yours as he pushes you back gently until your back hits the wall of the boatshed.
He’s breathing you in, face buried into the crook of your neck, hands stroking at your sides. You feel like you might be melting, eyes fluttering shut when he noses into your cheek again, Leon’s lips just grazing the corner of your mouth.
Your lips are parting, eyes opening dazedly when he tilts your head back towards him. His nose is brushing against yours, head dipping a little more. He’s so close, too close for you to think clearly, your eyes meeting his. You want him to kiss you, to feel his lips against yours because the truth is, you miss Leon too. There’s no point in telling him that, not when you have a boyfriend, and you’ve chosen to bury whatever strange feelings you hold for Leon under layers of irritation and stubbornness.
“I miss you,” he whispers again. “It’s a little pathetic if anything, really. Got me fucking my fist to you and everything, baby.”
“What?” you ask, brows furrowing, drawn out of whatever haze that had settled over you the moment he’d neared. “You do what? ”
“Fuck my fist to the thought of you,” Leon repeats. “Besides, you left your panties in my car,” he muses, lips grazing over your jaw. “Turns out they’re enough to get me through all the uh– lonely nights.”
You glare up at him. “I thought you said you weren’t a creep.”
“I’m not,” he replies, rolling his eyes, “and how do you expect me not to?” A shiver runs through you when Leon lowers his voice. “You rode the shit outta my cock, sweetheart.”
The slightly more perverse part of you is thrilled by the revelation. It doesn’t take much effort for the indecent image to materialize in your mind, Leon’s hand wrapped around his thick cock, his low groans emanating through his room as he fucks his fist, your panties pressed against his nose as he breathes in the scent of you–
“I’m not fucking you. I told you,” you breathe out, managing to rid your mind of the image, squirming against the wall of the boatshed when his fingers creep under your shirt, grazing your skin briefly. “We’re not– we’re not doing that again. Ever.”
“No?” Leon whispers, his forehead resting against yours. “You said that last time too.”
“You’re infuriating ,” you hiss, glaring up at him, “and that was because you coerced me–”
“Oh, come on. Coerced? ” he scoffs exasperatedly, pulling back. “Low blow, sweetheart. You were the one begging for my cock, or do I have to jog your memory?”
“You don’t have to fucking jog anything–” you begin, gritting your teeth when he interrupts you, his voice pitching upwards in a poor imitation of yours.
“ Oh, Leon ,” he mimics, the mocking, falsetto tone grating on your nerves, “ I just love your big, fat cock! Please, please fuck me .”
“I never said that!” you snap, slapping your hand over his mouth, cheeks heating up with mortification. Although maybe you had … you’d been too cockdrunk that night, too wrapped up to give any thought to what you were saying, mind turned to mush by his mouth, fingers and cock.
“No– no, I think you said that,” he muses when he manages to remove your hand from his mouth. “Maybe but not verbatim… but the sentiment was there.”
“Since your memory is so great,” you hiss, “listen to this. This entire week, until this stupid trip is over, you’re not allowed to touch me. Don’t stare at me, don’t even talk to me, you got that?”
Leon lets out a groan, his head falling forward, forehead resting against your shoulder. “You’re being so mean ,” he says, “I liked it when you were all sweet. Remember those cute, little noises you made when I stuffed my tongue inside–”
You yank on his hair before he can finish his sentence, revelling in the pained yelp he lets out.
“I’m leaving,” you announce, pushing at his chest, trying to hold some air of finality and dignity as you step away from him.
Leon doesn’t let you get far. His arm is wrapping around your waist, lips grazing your jaw before he lands a soft kiss to your cheek.
“Please?” he whispers, and you know exactly what he’s trying to do when his fingers begin to creep under your skirt, your eyes fluttering shut involuntarily when he brushes another kiss, this time to the fluttering pulse in your neck. “Baby, please? You know he can’t fuck you like I can.”
He?
Fuck . You had a boyfriend, didn’t you?
You’re squirming out of his grasp and pushing at his chest again, trying to put some sort of respectable space between your bodies in the seemingly stifling boatshed.
“Not happening, Leon,” you say, not missing the way his jaw clenches in irritation.
“Fine,” he murmurs, deciding to back off, “not happening.”
You almost feel bad for him. Not to mention the part of you that wants nothing more than to have his mouth on you again, the feeling of his body pressed against yours like some strange addiction you couldn’t shake.
Which is probably why you decide to do something you might – no, will – regret. Again .
Your fingers are slipping under your skirt, thumbs hooking into your panties as you wiggle and step out of them, flinging the lacy fabric at his face. Leon catches them with one hand.
“Keep those,” you breathe out, thighs pressing together involuntarily when he tucks them into his pocket. “And stay the fuck away from me.”
The door to the boatshed slams shut as you leave.
-
Leon can’t say that he’s ever stooped so low as to jerk his cock off in a boatshed of all places, except… he’s doing exactly that.
Hand shoved into his shorts, stroking desperately, your panties clutched tightly in his other hand, his eyes fluttering shut as he breathes you in. He feels ridiculous and pathetic, but there’s something about you that has him feeling out of sorts.
He doesn’t know whether it’s the fact that he can’t have you, or whether it’s because you’re so fucking stubborn and infuriating at times, but either way, it has his cock stirring to life. Not to mention the way you react to him, crumbling at the slightest show of possession and praise that it has his cheeks flushing, his head falling forward as he groans out your name, low and hoarse.
Leon’s cock throbs , his hips jerking forward unevenly, a needy whimper escaping when he grasps your panties tighter. He needs you, there’s no denying that, needs you close, needs to sink his cock into you and fuck you until your legs wrap around him and the sweet sound of your voice fills the air, begging for more.
His cock twitches, thick globs of pre-cum wetting his fingers when he thumbs across the head of his cock, imagining you. Always so pretty, cute too… he still remembers the way you’d shown him your tits, the shy lilt in your voice when you’d asked if he’d liked them…
Except that’s not what makes him cum.
The image of your smile pops into his mind involuntarily, when you’d clambered across the console of his car, onto his lap. Leon can hear your laugh from that night, the press of your lips against his, eager and sweet, your fingers tangled in his hair – the memory enough to make his heart clench and cock ache.
Leon pants heavily as he cums, hot, thick cum smearing across his hand and boxers, his half-lidded gaze drifting to your panties.
“Shit,” he murmurs, tucking your panties into his pocket, running his hand through his hair frustratedly. “Shit, shit, shit .”
He wants you, he realizes, wants more than this game of push and pull that the two of you are playing. There’s something ugly unravelling in him, the need to have you clawing at his insides violently until he relents and lets himself feel whatever the fuck you’ve done to his heart.
Leon’s head thuds against the wall of the boatshed, a heavy sigh escaping through his nose. When your smile flashes through his mind again, his heart does a happy, little skip in response.
“Fuck me.”
–
Turns out the lake, even in all its majesty, is unwilling to help you out with your predicament.
The cool water barely dulls the heat swirling around you, not even when you dip your head under the surface, trying to clear your mind. Leon is a hazard, you think, treading water as a frown pulls at your lips.
Not to mention, your suspicions about him being bigger had now been confirmed. That much was evident when he’d pressed up against you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You bite your lip, wishing you’d gotten a chance to tug his shirt up and see his bare abdomen until you realize where your mind is heading, a sound of frustration escaping you.
You mutter a slew of curses under your breath, offering a fleeting excuse to the others swimming before wading out of the water. Your mind is utterly pre-occupied as you take a quick shower outdoors, drying off soon after and padding back into the lake house, up to your bedroom.
You decide against closing the door, given that everyone was out at the lake, although Leon was missing; not that you were going to go looking for him. An exasperated sigh escapes you when his stupidly handsome face pops into your mind again, your frown deepening as you pull a shirt down over your head and tug up a pair of panties, bending down to collect your towel.
There’s a low whistle from behind you, your eyes widening in panic as you straighten out, hugging the towel to your chest.
“Cute panties,” the voice behind you drawls as you whip around. “Gonna let me keep those too?”
Leon.
“Get out!” you hiss, tripping over your own feet as you yank your shorts up, wiggling awkwardly before letting out a heavy, labored breath. “Do you not remember the rules ?”
“Don’t exactly remember agreeing to them,” he replies flippantly, shaking his head. He leans against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest. “Everyone’s out at the lake, so you can relax, sweetheart.”
“I know that, Leon,” you grit out, “leave me alone.”
“I feel like giving me your panties wasn’t the smartest choice,” Leon muses, ignoring your glare as he sits down on the edge of the bed. “You know, mixed signals and all that.”
“The signal was red ,” you retort sharply, feeling warm when he laughs, “glaringly red, Leon.”
“It was amber at best,” he replies, trying to grab for you, only to miss as you step back. “Like if amber was mixed in with a whole lotta green, baby.”
You bite back whatever harsh protest is sitting on the tip of your tongue, instead closing the door and leaning back against it.
“Look,” you say bluntly, “the sex is good, okay? The sex is actually great– ” you roll your eyes when he smiles, “but I have a boyfriend, as in I’m in a committed relationship, so I can’t keep doing this, Leon.”
“So don’t,” he replies, his eyes boring into yours, “break up with him.”
“And date you instead?” you scoff, head tilting. “No. That’d be shitty.”
Leon huffs out an amused breath, his brows raising. “You already did something shitty, sweetheart.”
“And I’m stopping that,” you shoot back, voice sharp, “so if you would please leave–”
Your eyes widen when Leon suddenly stands, hands pressing up against his chest when his arms slip around your waist, his head dipping.
“I’m not letting you go,” he murmurs, fingers surprisingly gentle as they stroke across your cheek, pushing a few stray strands of hair behind your ear.
“You sound obsessed–”
“I am.”
And with that Leon’s kissing you, his arms pulling you closer, lips slotting over yours. You had expected something hungry and all-consuming, but it’s different this time, his hand cupping your cheek to tilt your head, his body pressed flush against yours.
An involuntary whine slips out of you, arms wrapping around his neck, heat swirling in your stomach and heart throbbing as he leans down further, lips working against yours. You can feel his smile against your lips, his hands slipping under your shirt.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, nose nudging against yours playfully, stealing another kiss. “I love kissing you, baby.”
All you can manage is a strangled noise in response, head tipping back when his lips drag down over your jaw, following the length of your neck.
“So pretty too,” Leon whispers, arms tightening around your waist, holding you close. “My pretty baby, yeah?”
Holy fuck .
There’s butterflies in your stomach, fluttering so violently that you feel like your knees might give out.
“Stop talking like that,” you mumble against his lips, leaning forward to kiss him again.
“Why?” he asks between kisses, “‘s it turning you on?”
You smother his face with your hand in retaliation, unable to stop the smile creeping its way onto your face when he laughs. There’s a soft laugh slipping out of you too – against your best efforts – when he peppers kisses all over your cheek, a hum of contentment following soon after.
He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, and you sigh, fingers slipping into his hair, scratching at his scalp gently. You squirm when his hand drifts down, pressing in between your thighs, his fingers stroking across your clothed pussy.
“Been waiting for this ever since you rode my cock,” Leon sighs, his fingers rubbing against you purposefully, drawing a needy gasp out of you when his teeth scrape against your neck.
His kisses leave you unarmed, the walls you’ve built around yourself to keep him out beginning to crumble when his thumb strokes over your cheek. You let him lick into your mouth, mewling when he pushes your shorts to the side. Leon groans into your mouth and you whine back, trying to pull him closer, hips rocking against his hand.
“Leon–” you pant breathlessly, “Leon, I– I miss–”
“Babe? You okay in there?”
You freeze, eyes widening when you hear your boyfriend call out to you, hand clamping over Leon’s mouth when you see the mirth beginning to spark in his eyes.
“Y– yeah!” you say, hoping you sound convincing enough, “just… just um– couldn’t find the clothes I wanted to wear but I’ll be out in a sec!”
Leon’s grin is obvious behind your palm, your expression shifting to something more panicked when he suddenly sinks to his knees, his calloused palms smoothing over your thighs.
“What– what are you doing?” you hiss lowly, pulling at his hair in an effort to get him to stand up. “Get up!”
“You sure you’re okay?” your boyfriend replies, concern lacing his tone.
“ Shit– fine!” you grit out, teeth sinking into your forearm when Leon yanks your shorts down before maneuvering one of your legs over his shoulder, his face disappearing between your thighs. “I’m– oh fuck– I’m fine, promise.”
Your head tips back when Leon licks over your panties, the sensation making your thighs quiver. He stubbornly remains in place when you push at his head, nuzzling in closer, his teeth grazing the fabric of your panties. Leon trails open-mouthed kisses against your inner thighs soon after, his breath hot against your skin.
It’s wrong, so, so wrong, but to make matters worse, you’re embarrassingly wet, translucent strings of slick webbing between your thighs and clinging to your folds when Leon hooks his fingers into your panties, tugging them down.
“Okay well, have you seen Leon around? He said he was getting a drink but I couldn't find him.”
Your eyes meet Leon’s, hardly able to think straight when he thumbs apart your puffy folds, his mouth pressing against your clit in a soft kiss.
“N– no?” you offer weakly, “he’s ah– he’s probably doing something stupid. You know how he is.”
You can feel Leon huff out a low laugh against your pussy, and everything’s fine until it’s not . He’s tugging you forward, his arms tightening around your thighs, face buried deep between your thighs. His tongue slides through your folds purposefully, swirling and flicking, drinking down everything you have to offer him.
“ Fuck! ” you squeal, back thudding against the door loudly, the suddenness of his movement catching you off-guard. A yelp escapes you when you stumble, your flailing hands managing to shove Leon away for a moment.
“Baby, open the door,” your boyfriend says, his knuckles rapping against the door, “c’mon, you’re acting weird.”
There’s no respite, especially not from Leon, your eyes widening in alarm and arousal when he starts crawling towards you, his hands grabbing your hips and spinning you around until the front of you is pressed against the door.
“It’s– it’s embarrassing,” you whine softly, helpless as Leon guides you, his hand pressing on your lower back until you arch, hips swaying back to meet his awaiting mouth. “‘m ah– on my period. The cramps hurt really bad.”
“Oh, baby,” the voice on the other side of the door coos, “I’m sorry. Want me to get you some meds?”
“Yes,” you whimper, fingers curling against the door as two of Leon’s fingers sink inside of you. “That would– ngh– that would be so good.”
When the footsteps finally recede, growing fainter as your boyfriend leaves, you find yourself letting go of all restraint. Leon’s fingers fill you up perfectly , curling up just the way you need as he sinks them into your dripping cunt over and over again.
You think he might have some sort of obsession with your clit with the way he peppers soft kisses against it, gentle and sweet, until you’re able to feel the curve of his smile against your pussy.
“Such a good girl, sweetheart,” Leon breathes out, his tongue flicking against your clit. “So fucking perfect.”
“You’re the worst ,” you mewl, hand finding his, cheeks flushing when his fingers lace with yours tightly. “Are you trying to get us caught?”
“No,” he replies unconvincingly, “I just missed this pretty pussy, baby.” He lands a lingering kiss to your puffy folds.
You bite back a moan, cheek squishing up against the door when his tongue glides through your folds again, the lewd sounds filling the air as he slurps and sucks at your cunt, his mouth latching onto your swollen, aching clit before long, fingers beginning to pick up their pace, thrusting inside of you.
“I thought you missed me ,” you whisper dazedly, shoving your ass back, desperate for more. A hazy, contented smile spreads across your face when you hear Leon’s muffled groan, the sound sending a pleasant vibration into your needy pussy.
“I did,” he rasps, teeth sinking into the fat of your ass to leave a stinging mark. “Baby, I do .”
Leon’s tongue laves over the bite, his fingers pulling apart the cheeks of your ass, your cheeks flushing when you feel how exposed you are. His words add to the hazy fog that’s settled over your mind, heart fluttering wildly when he whispers against your skin.
“You were the only thing I thought about when I was gone,” Leon presses soft kisses over your ass, his fingers slowing their pace to something more tortuous and sensual , his fingers curling ever so slightly when he feels your cunt clench around them. “Months away and the only fucking thing I could think about was you , sweetheart.”
You whimper, fingers slipping between your thighs to cup his jaw gently when he buries his face back into your pussy, the bridge of his nose pressing right where you need him, his lips closing over your swollen clit again.
“Stop– oh– stop lying,” you say breathlessly, hand shifting behind you to bury your fingers into his hair, pressing his head into you more firmly, “I know you’re– fuck– lying, Leon.”
Leon bites your thigh harshly in response. “I’m not fucking lying,” he snaps lowly, irritation lacing his words, “I like you, baby.” He laps at your dripping pussy, tongue sliding through your folds easily, his hands slipping under your shirt to squeeze at your tits roughly. “Is that what you need to stop denying this, hm?”
“Like– nghhh– like as in sexually?” you whimper dazedly, clawing at the door, rocking up onto the tips of your toes when Leon’s tongue plunges into your fluttering pussy in retaliation, his slick fingers coming to rub firm circles against your clit, making you moan.
“Are you that fucked out?” Leon snarls, his hand coming down on your ass hard , making you whine. “Or are you just being dense on purpose, huh? I gotta fat fucking crush on you, sweetheart.” His voice softens for a moment, head tilting to press a placating kiss to your clit, making your thighs twitch. “You’re so perfect. Everything I ever fucking wanted.”
“Oh fuck,” you gasp, unable to deal with the overwhelming pleasure coupled with his heavy, praise-riddled words. “ Oh fuck – ‘m gonna– ‘m gonna cum!”
“Then cum ,” he whispers, his fingers slipping back inside of you again, tongue laving over your pussy messily, “cum for me, my sweet girl.”
You whimper, trying to squirm off of his mouth but his hands clamp over your hips, holding you in place, flush against his mouth as he slurps and sucks, unwilling to let you go. You moan out his name, back arching and thighs twitching violently when you cum, eyes squeezing shut so tightly that you can feel the beginnings of tears.
Leon grabs onto you when your knees buckle, his arms slipping around your waist to hold you against him when he stands up. Your arms are wrapping around his neck, pulling him in for a desperate kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, whining softly.
The press of his hard cock against your hip is hard to ignore, your mouth working against his to swallow down his low groans, feeling his hips drive forward, grinding against you.
“Found the painkillers!”
You jolt when you hear your boyfriend’s cheery voice from outside the door, having half a mind to ignore him and give yourself completely to Leon, addicted to the feel of his lips against yours, sighing when he pulls away.
“Great!” you manage out hoarsely, biting your lip when Leon’s nose nudges against your cheek. “Thank you.”
Your fingers are slipping through Leon’s hair when he leans down, his lips pressing against your hip and stomach as he helps pull up your panties and shorts. There’s more you want to say to him when he stands up, but that would be so terribly ill-advised that you settle on tugging him down to peck his lips gently before you’re pushing at his chest, and slipping out of the bedroom.
You feel a little stiff when your boyfriend smiles and drops a kiss to your cheek as he asks whether you’re feeling better. You mumble out a quiet reply, hoping you don’t look too fucked out, even though your thighs are pressing together, a dull ache already beginning to flare in your empty pussy.
When his arm slips around your waist, hand squeezing at your hip, you bite the inside of your cheek, the feel of Leon’s lips branded into your skin. You’re past making excuses for yourself at this point, settling down on a stool near the kitchen counter whilst you watch your boyfriend disappear outside, laughing with the others.
A dull, aching throb festers in your temples, spreading to wrap around your head, squeezing tightly until you reach out for the painkillers; downing two for an entirely different reason than what you’d said you needed them for.
But it’s not enough.
Not nearly enough to remedy the traitorous feeling of longing unfurling inside of you. It’s a problem, you think, fingers tapping against the glossy surface of the kitchen counter, a big messy problem.
Him or Leon?
You pose the question to yourself, biting your lip. It’s both embarrassing and concerning as to how quickly you answer.
Leon.
–
It’s too hard to fall asleep.
The room is stuffy, despite the windows being cracked open to allow the cool, night breeze to pass through. There’s an arm thrown over your waist haphazardly, a warm chest pressed against your back.
It’s not Leon’s, you think belatedly, biting the inside of your cheek to dispel the thought.
Still, you feel hot, too hot, flushed and unable to breathe, beginning to wriggle out of bed to free yourself from the oppressive atmosphere. Your boyfriend grunts, but he doesn’t wake. A tired sigh escapes you, your footsteps quiet as you head towards the kitchen, filling a glass with some ice and water, pressing it against your forehead.
“Can’t sleep?”
Your gaze drifts, finding Leon sprawled across the couch, phone in hand. A soft hum leaves you as you tilt the glass to take a small sip, the cold water soothing your dry throat.
“Something like that,” you murmur, watching as he stands up, not missing the way he rolls his shoulders, your gaze dipping for a moment to appraise his arms. “You?”
The kitchen counter digs into your lower back as you turn, watching the muscles in his shoulders ripple under his shirt as he rummages through the fridge. He lets out a dissatisfied noise when he can’t find anything to his liking. You hoist yourself up, slipping up onto the kitchen counter, legs dangling as he turns to face you again.
“Yeah,” he nods, crossing his arms over his chest, “something like that.”
You roll your eyes when he mimics your answer, not missing the way his lips tug up, a small smile settling on his face. There’s a part of you waiting – and secretly hoping – for him to step forward, to feel him between your thighs and kiss you until you’re panting for air, only Leon doesn’t. Instead, he just stands there, staring at you with something in his eyes that you can’t seem to figure out.
“So,” you begin, feeling off-kilter, “did– did you cum after we… um– well, you – you know?”
“Twice,” Leon replies, his brows raising in amusement at your flustered line of questioning. He smiles when he sees your mouth open in question, until you think better of it and clamp it shut. “Did you want something, sweetheart?”
“No– no ,” you reply stiffly, squirming on the kitchen counter, an itch beginning to crawl across your skin, desperate to feel his hands against you. “Why would you think that?”
Leon grins, his eyes sparking with mischief. “I don’t know…” he drawls, shrugging, “sort of looks like you wanna jump my bones, you know, after I ate you out while your boyfriend was what? Less than a foot away?”
“Fuck you,” you snap lowly, glaring at him, “he’s your best friend , doesn’t make it any better, asshole.” You tilt your head, annoyance dissipating as a smug smile spreads across your face. “Besides, didn’t you say you have a fat, fucking crush on me? That’s cute, Leon. I’m flattered.”
This time it’s Leon who looks a little taken aback, his cheeks flushing lightly in the dim lighting. His reaction has you leaning forward on your hands, trying to catch a better glimpse of his flustered expression.
“Are you– are you blushing right now?” you ask incredulously, a snort slipping out of you when he glares back at you.
“What about it?” he asks snappily, although he doesn’t look angry, more annoyed if anything.
Your gaze softens, heart thumping in your chest happily. “Nothing,” you murmur, “I– I just wasn’t sure whether you meant it back then.”
“I did,” Leon says without missing a beat, running his fingers through his hair. “I meant everything I said.”
The weight of his words make you pause, until all you can manage is a jerky nod. There’s a strange need to reciprocate whatever Leon’s feeling, your gaze dipping away shyly.
“I– I might’ve missed you too,” you breathe out quickly, fingers playing together nervously. “Obviously because you missed me.”
Leon lets out a low laugh and you think you might be melting, the rich sound wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Your eyes light up when he finally steps towards you, head tilting to meet his eyes as he stops between your legs, his hands landing on either side of your thighs.
Your eyes are fluttering shut when his head lowers, lips parting eagerly to kiss him, only for Leon’s nose to brush against yours teasingly, his voice soft.
“Needy baby,” he whispers, his lips ghosting over yours, leaving a barely there kiss to your lower lip. “So fucking eager, yeah?”
“Your fault,” you reply drily, smiling up at him, “your little confessions of love have me a little wound up.”
“That was not a love confession,” Leon retorts petulantly, his nose dragging over your cheek. “It was a like, a very strong like .”
“Sure, whatever,” you sigh, your hand sliding up the nape of his neck to cup the back of his head, “because that’d be bad, right? If you fell in love with your best friend’s girlfriend?”
He pauses, shifting to stare down into your eyes, his brows furrowing. “Do you want me to fall in love with you?”
“What?” you sputter, shaking your head. “No, of course not.”
It’s a lie, obviously – even Leon knows that. You know he can hear the little breathless hitch in your voice, can see the slight waver in your gaze that gives you away easily.
“Break up with him,” Leon murmurs, his lips pressing against your ear. “Break up with him, and I promise I’ll fall in love with you, sweetheart.” You think you might feel faint when you hear his next words. “Pretty sure I’m halfway there already.”
You’re leaning back on your hands to put some distance between your bodies, the heat growing unbearable, your legs swaying lazily.
“So– so you really missed me?” you ask softly, feigning innocence, blinking up at him.
“Really hooked on that, aren’t you?” he muses, dropping his head down until his forehead rests against yours. “Yeah. I really missed you, baby.”
You nod, pretending to consider his words. You’re turned on beyond belief, that even the feel of Leon’s skin against yours has a deep ache emanating from your empty pussy, panties feeling uncomfortably sticky.
“Okay,” you whisper, biting your lip as your thumbs hook under the hem of the oversized shirt you're wearing, tugging it up. “Did you miss these too?”
Leon lets out an incoherent noise, pulling back to get a better glimpse of your tits, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You ask a lotta stupid questions,” he breathes out, eyes flicking up to meet yours before dipping down again to stare at your tits.
“‘m trying to be sexy,” you complain, smiling when he kisses your cheek, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.
He laughs, his fingers slipping under your shirt, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts. “You don’t have to try, baby,” he muses, his eyes darkening when he hears the soft, airy sound you let out when he tugs at your nipples.
You’re squirming closer, whining until Leon gives in and finally picks you up, his warm hands sliding over the back of your thighs. The couch creaks quietly as Leon sits down, letting you settle on his lap, his fingers tugging your shirt back up, feeding the hem of it into your mouth. “Bite for me, baby.” He grins when you do as he says. “ Good girl .”
You preen at the praise, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers begin ghosting over your breasts again, stroking and brushing until you’re letting out a muffled mewl, hips beginning to grind against his lap.
“So pretty,” he sighs, sounding almost dazed. There’s a needy throb in your pussy and you’re whimpering when Leon brushes his thumbs over your areolas, tugging at your nipples soon after.
“Mouth,” you garble, your spit dampening the fabric held between your teeth. “Leon, want your mouth. Please?”
“You get all polite when you’re horny,” Leon says, amusement lacing his tone, his eyes lighting up when you narrow your eyes at him. “It’s cute, sweetheart.”
His head lowers before you get the chance to retort, a gasp leaving you when he kisses the side of your breast. Leon hums, thumbs stroking against the underside of your breasts again, across the span of your ribs, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, his nose digging into your skin.
You whine, cradling his head to your chest, trying and failing to grind against his half-hard cock. He’s not letting you move the way you want, hands clamping down onto your hips to hold you in place whilst his tongue swirls over your nipple, teeth sinking into the fat of your tit.
It feels good , the slight sting of pain that seems to rush straight to your gushing cunt, your fingers pulling at his hair when he tugs your nipple with his teeth, half-lidded eyes watching the way your breast gently sways back into place.
“Shhh,” he chastises when you mewl loudly, his hand patting your hip in warning. “You’ll wake them up, sweetheart.”
“I– I don’t care,” you grit out, practically shoving your tits into his face again. A hazy moan escapes you when his mouth latches on, tongue swirling and flicking against your areola and nipple, his free hand squeezing at your other breast roughly.
When Leon refuses to let you grind against his lap again, you decide to take matters into your own hands, managing to fit one between your bodies, slipping past the waistband of his sweatpants.
“ Fuck ,” he groans, sucking sloppily at your tit, your skin glistening with spit. “Baby, fuck –”
You whimper, fingers wrapping around his hot, heavy cock. It’s always so thick when he’s hard, pre-cum smearing across your fingers as you begin to stroke along length, squeezing gently.
Leon’s head is tipping back against the back of the couch when you push at his chest, his hands slipping down to grope at the fat of your ass when you drag your teeth against his neck, squirming happily when he moans lowly.
“I thought– shit– ” Leon rasps, his eyes squeezing shut, “I thought you said– ah– we wouldn’t do this again.”
“You weren’t thinking about that when you were kissing my clit earlier,” you whisper, wrist twisting as you jerk him off, tugging his sweatpants down, just enough to free his cock, your teeth sinking into your lower lip at the sight.
It’s flushed prettily, messy too, thick globs of pre-cum beading at the tip. Your tongue is lolling out, unable to help yourself as you spit down on his cock, the lewd sounds emanating through the living room, accompanied by Leon’s heavy pants.
“Did you just–” he swears under his breath when he sees the string of spit clinging to your lips, fingers shooting out to grab your jaw, holding you in place. “Spit in my mouth,” he mumbles dazedly, “please, baby, please .”
“You’re such a freak ,” you murmur, enraptured by the way Leon sticks out his tongue, his hands squeezing at your hips desperately.
But you suppose you are too. What other reason would there be for the way you’re rising up onto your knees, fingers sliding over his jaw, spit dripping down from your mouth onto his awaiting tongue?
Leon moans, lapping at the translucent string, his tongue grazing your lower lip before he’s pulling you down roughly, lips smashing against yours. His fingers are finally slipping into your panties, stroking across your puffy folds before he rubs your swollen, aching clit.
You lick into his mouth, spit leaking from the sides of your mouths, one hand pawing at his firm chest whilst the other jerks his cock desperately.
“You were right,” you whisper, biting down on his earlobe once you manage to stop kissing him, quickening the pace of your hand when you feel it throb. You smile when he lets out a muffled whimper, thumbing at the head of his cock whilst your other hand massages his balls gently. “You do fuck me better than he does, Leon.”
Leon goes stiff.
Your movements come to a startled stop, the lust-riddled haze clearing for a moment as you meet his eyes.
“Did– did I say something wrong?” you ask meekly, pulling your hands away from him. “I just thought–”
“Did you mean it?” His voice is low, dangerous .
It’s the most serious Leon’s ever sounded and that fact only makes you feel a little panicked.
“I–” you begin, feeling flustered and averting your gaze, only for Leon to trap your chin between his fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes.
“I asked you a question. Yes or no?”
Federal agent , your mind supplies gleefully, the authoritative tone in his voice enough to have want flaring in your stomach, panic replaced by the overwhelming need to please .
“Yes,” you blurt out, a tendril of mortification beginning to wrap around you, “I mean– I just think we’re sexually compatible like–” You begin to ramble, spewing whatever nonsense comes to mind, until Leon’s fingers are slipping down over your neck, sprawling across the expanse of your skin, his fingers digging in to feel the fluttering pulse resting under your jaw.
“Okay,” he whispers, tugging you forward, his lips pressing against yours gently.
You melt against him, hands grasping at his shirt. A whine escapes you when he deepens the kiss, his fingers tangled into your hand. Leon’s shifting, his free hand maneuvering you until you’re lying flat on the couch, a cushion propped up behind you whilst he settles between your thighs.
“That’s it?” you ask quietly, lips meeting his again when he lowers his head, your hands cupping his cheeks.
“Mhm,” he hums against your lips, pushing your shirt up until you lift your arms for him, sighing softly when he sees your bare breasts again. “My girl, hm? My gorgeous fucking girl. Say it, sweetheart.”
“Yours– ‘m your gorgeous girl, Leon,” you hiccup, head tipping back to let him kiss you, pulling at his shirt, your breath hitching at the sight of his bare chest and abdomen. Your fingers are trailing over his skin, smiling when he flexes, unable to stop your greedy touches. “You’re bigger than before.”
“They were killing us at training camp,” he murmurs, catching your hand when you try to reach for his cock, his lips drifting over your knuckles. “Though I’m glad you appreciate my efforts.”
You snort, twitching when his fingers ghost over the sides of your waist playfully. He’s working your shorts and panties down, pulling his own sweatpants and boxers down after.
Leon kisses your ankle, trailing kisses up the length of your leg, a whine escaping you when he nudges between your thighs to kiss your clit.
“Put it in,” you grumble, having had enough of the soft kisses he peppers against your slick, puffy folds, your fingers slipping down to spread yourself open for him. “Want your cock, Leon.”
“You do realize we’re having sex on our friend’s couch, right?” he whispers against your lips, “and I don’t have a condom.”
Your nose nudges against his, stealing a kiss from him. He’s right, you suppose, although there is one way to minimise the mess.
“So cum inside.”
Leon’s jaw clenching, his head dropping to land against your shoulder as he lets out a harsh breath. “‘m gonna cum before I put it in if you talk to me like that, sweetheart.”
“Then you can fuck me again,” you breathe out, tongue licking over his lips teasingly, your fingers joining his to guide his cock to where you need him most, a strangled sound escaping you when Leon presses his hips forward, the head of his cock sinking into you slowly.
“Gonna let me, hm?” he asks, hands slipping under you to knead at the fat of your ass, tilting your hips a little. “Gonna let me fuck you as much as I want? Make up for the months I was away, huh baby?”
“Y– yes,” you gasp out, pawing at his chest, eyes squeezing shut at the stretch of his cock, thick and big , your legs wrapping around his hips.
“Good fucking girl,” Leon grunts, sinking in his cock in, inch by inch, until he’s buried into the hilt, balls flush against your ass.
“ Oh my– ” you whimper, hardly able to think straight, “ fuck– you’re so big! ”
He smiles devilishly. “Funny,” he drawls, “you said the same thing last time too.”
You try swatting his head, a laugh escaping Leon as he leans down and peppers your cheek with kisses to soothe you, his hands running up and down your sides, hissing when your walls clench around his cock.
“Just fuck me!” you say exasperatedly, squirming when he doesn’t move, mewling when he kisses your neck. “Leon– Leon, please .”
“‘m trying to savor this,” he groans, hips drawing out lazily before he thrusts them forward, the sensation enough to have you seeing stars.
“You– you don’t have to,” you whine, arms wrapping around his neck, kissing him feverishly. “‘m gonna break up with him, okay? Then– then you can have me all to yourself.”
Leon stares down at you, his expression unreadable before he snaps his hips into you, a scream bubbling its way out of your throat until he slips his hand over your mouth.
“Take it then,” he snarls, “take my fucking cock, sweetheart. ‘s the only cock you’re gonna be getting from now on.”
You’re moaning against his palm, grabbing at it until his fingers sink into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the digits desperately, sucking and whimpering with every thrust of his hips, every press of his fat cock inside of your deprived pussy.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you in front of him,” Leon rasps, dropping his weight onto you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feeling, the rock of his hips as he bullies his cock into your fluttering pussy. “Want that, baby? Hm? He can watch– fuck– watch this perfect, little pussy take every inch of this big, fat fucking cock.”
You think Leon might’ve gone to a training camp for dirty talk, instead of whatever federal bullshit he was going on about. The words are enough to have you clamping down on his cock, a garbled mess of yes, yes, yes leaving you.
He’s pulling his fingers free, the tips of them hooking around your teeth to pry your mouth open a little more. Your tongue is lolling out almost immediately, hips bucking when Leon spits into your mouth and thrusts into you at the same time, nails clawing down his back while you swallow down his spit.
“Filthy girl,” he groans, capturing your lips in a messy, spit-filled kiss, “such a filthy girl for me.”
“Just– just for you,” you hiccup, back arching when he grips your hips. “He’s never cum inside.”
“ What? Sh– shit ,” he gasps, “you’re fucking crazy, sweetheart. Letting your boyfriend’s best friend cum inside of you?”
“I just really like you,” you whine, pawing at his chest, squeezing at his biceps greedily, not missing the way Leon moans when you feel him up, your hands dragging over his sides, nails scraping across every inch of him.
It’s noisy and you’re half-expecting someone to come down the stairs, the slap of his balls against your ass filling the air, the lewd sound of his cock sinking back inside of you over and over again making your cheeks flush.
“I like you too,” Leon breathes out, “like when you’re all bratty and stubborn and annoying.” He licks into your mouth, his hand slipping under your head to stop your head from tipping back as he fucks into you, the couch creaking at every drive of his hips into you. “All mine,” he snarls, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he snaps his hips, hard and fast. “All fucking mine . My girl .”
“Leon, Leon, Leon ,” you say hoarsely, eyes squeezing shut, “‘m close– fuck! ”
“So am I,” he whispers, “baby, so am I. Gonna give it to you, okay sweetheart? Gonna give everything to you.”
“Oh fuck,” you whimper, the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter, thighs beginning to hurt with how you’ve wrapped them around him, heels digging into his ass, pressing him flush against you.
“ Fuck– ‘m cumming,” Leon grunts, his thumb sliding over your clit in uncoordinated, slippery circles. “Cum with me, baby. Be a good girl and cum with me.”
Your back arches, thighs twitching whilst a squeal escapes you, Leon silencing the sound with a hoarse laugh against your lips as he kisses you, swallowing down the noise. He isn’t faring much better, hips stuttering unevenly, thick ropes of cum spilling inside of you, your pussy fluttering around his thick cock.
You whimper when he flops down over you, feeling his cock twitch. Your fingers slide through his hair, ruffling the already messy strands, smiling hazily when he kisses your shoulder.
It’s awfully messy, your slick smeared on the insides of your thighs, thick cum leaking out of your pussy when Leon finally pulls out.
“Can’t get it on the couch,” he rasps, arms wrapping around you to pull you onto his lap, although if anything that makes the problem worse .
Your brows furrow when something nudges against your stomach, blinking down to find Leon’s cock already beginning to harden again, your eyes meeting his.
“You’re that into me?”
Leon rolls his eyes. “Months,” he replies coolly, “remember? I didn’t fuck anyone else.”
You lean forward, kissing him sweetly. It’s as though every new piece of information he reveals pierces through your heart.
“What are you doing, baby?”
You answer his question with another kiss, grasping his cock and shifting up onto your knees, your breasts squished up against his chest. Leon swears when you begin to sink down the length of his cock, his hands squeezing at your waist, hips and ass – anything he can reach.
You rock your hips lazily, cunt already beginning to clench around his cock again, mouth pressing against his chest to press sloppy kisses against his skin.
Leon thinks he might cum right then when you blink up at him with those starry eyes, your lashes fluttering prettily.
“You said months,” you whisper, tongue laving across his pec, the feel of your teeth making Leon hiss. Your hips rock again, arms wrapping around his neck before you shift, rising up and dropping back down on his cock, mewling when Leon’s head tips back.
Your mouth latches onto his throat, voice soft.
“‘m making up for lost time, Leon.”
–
You’re fucked out by the time the sun rises.
Turns out two rounds wasn’t enough, and you genuinely can’t remember the amount of times both you and Leon came. You’d had to call it quits eventually before you’d snuck out to the outdoor shower to clean up, legs trembling and Leon’s arms wrapped around your waist to keep you steady.
You’d wound up in his bed, panties pulled back up to sit snugly on your hips, shirt thrown back over your upper-half and face buried into Leon’s warm chest.
His fingers stroke across your waist absentmindedly, lips landing a soft kiss to your cheek. You smile, curling up into him, brushing a kiss to his chest in response.
“I should head back,” you whisper, fingers trailing across his chest.
“Yeah,” Leon sighs, dragging his finger down your jaw. “See you at breakfast?”
You nod, leaning forward to peck his lips. You’re pulling back, except Leon’s surging forward, his hand sliding around the back of your neck to hold you in place, kissing you roughly until you’re breathless and dazed.
“Sorry,” he clears his throat, cheeks flushing lightly. “I just needed to do that.”
“Oh,” you whisper, “that’s– uh– you can do that.”
Leon smiles at your disjointed response, nodding. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
You’re shoving at his chest when he’s leaning back into you again, unable to stop the giddy smile spreading across your face as you stand up. “Dork.”
–
Breakfast seems to be progressing smoothly, or at least you think so, taking a sip of juice, feeling revitalized. Leon’s leaning against the kitchen counter beside you, a mug of coffee in his hand, your boyfriend chatting away with another friend.
You wince when a shrill voice suddenly pierces through the lazy, morning atmosphere, gaze snapping to find one of your friends staring at her couch in mortification.
“Who the fuck had sex on my couch?”
Leon chokes on his coffee.