Holy fuck. I’m not going anywhere and missing this show.
A very knowing smile tilts his lips. "Never mind. Come here, ángel."
My feet move of their own volition. However, my eyes stay glued to his hand that’s moving up and down over the dark, angry head of his straining dick. When I stop in front of him, he reaches his entire hand between my legs. Not just a finger like earlier. This time, he rubs his palm across my drenched sex, pulling away with a very strategic tap on my clit. I sway forward at the contact. He then resumes his long strokes over himself, using my release as his own personal lubricant. I groan loudly at the sight, licking my lips.
"I have to say, Sarah. I like the way you feel on my cock." He sighs and takes my hand. Placing it over his own, he begins moving at a slightly quicker pace. "That’s us. Together, ángel. You like the way we feel?" he coaxes me since my mouth has dried and I have clearly lost my voice in him as well.
I finally snap out of it and boldly say, "I wonder how we taste together." I might have given Leo permission to run the show, but that doesn’t mean I no longer get to participate.
"Jesus Christ. Suck my cock, Sarah," he orders.
Knees.
Hit.
The.
Floor.
I suck him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head before greedily taking him into the back of my throat. Maybe I was wrong; maybe I’m the predator in this situation.
My release lingers on his shaft, and I very carefully drag my tongue across it—savoring it with every stroke. It’s not my taste that sets me on fire. It’s the way it mixes with the saltiness of Leo’s arousal.
He threads a hand into my hair as I work his erection. I can’t remember the last time I did this, but if Leo’s breathing and cussing can be considered signs, I haven’t lost my touch. I’ve always loved to give head. There’s just something about the thrill it gives me when every stroke can turn even the biggest man into a puddle of ecstasy.
"Fuck, ángel," he cusses, and the way he calls me ángel with a strong, sexy Spanish accent makes me even more impossibly wet. I could listen to Leo speaking Spanish all day.
I slide his cock from my mouth and drag my tongue down to the base. Very gently, I swipe my tongue across the heavy sack between his legs. Then I lift a hand and begin massaging his balls. His entire body tenses, exposing the ridges of his six-pack.
"Definitely not a virgin," he groans.
I try to once again suck him into my mouth, but he stops me.
Tangling his fingers in my hair, he tilts my head so that I’m looking in his eyes. "Go get on the bed. I’ll meet you in there in a minute." His voice is deep, gritty, and laced with sex.
I stand up very purposefully, my breasts brushing his chest and my nipples tightening at the contact. He runs his nose from the top of my head down to my cheek and stops near my ear.
"Don't be nervous. I promise I won't bite. I’m saving that for tomorrow night." He winks. When his lips lift into a sexy smirk, I can't help but grin at him. He reaches out and grabs the back of my neck, pulling me the rest of the way to him. "Go lie down on the bed, Sarah. Facedown, ass in the air." Then he kisses me quickly on the lips.
"I, um…" I mumble. I am completely confident in my own skin, but there is never anything truly comfortable about shoving your ass in the air while a man watches. I hesitate, but Leo lets out a growl.
"This is me taking control, Sarah. I’m telling you what I want and I promise you, ángel, I’ll make it exactly what you want too." His tongue darts into my mouth, extinguishing my nerves with every roll. "Go," he orders one last time.
Finally, my feet follow his directions. I take one glance over my shoulder on my way out, running my eyes over his strong, lean body, taking him all in. His eyes are hooded and burning with lust. His fingers twitch at his sides, and his hard cock jumps as I turn away.
Just as I get to the door, I hear him call out, "Oh, and put your panties back on. I’m looking forward to peeling those off again."
Suddenly, I’m looking forward to it too.
WHAT THE fucking hell am I doing? This so goddamn wrong, but I still can’t seem to stop myself. I know a lot about Sarah’s past, but I’m suddenly very aware that I know absolutely nothing about her personal life. I had no idea that she hasn’t been with anyone in seven years. Seven fucking years. How is that even possible for a woman who looks like she does? Men must be all over her.
When she let me in on her little secret earlier, I felt like the biggest piece of shit to ever walk the Earth—even more so than I already had. I’m terrified to tell her what I know about her. I can’t sleep with her and then tell her. She’s going to lose her fucking mind as it is, but now, I’m about to be a real asshole and fuck her first?