"The best fuck I've had in a long time, baby, that's exactly what it was. The best fuck I've had in a long time. No, not the right word. I dunno..." Leo's breath slurred into my hair. So sleepy. "More than that," he whispered. "But... whatever it was... it was a long time coming."
Twelve
"Oh..."
Leo's weight shifted on top of me. "Sorry. I just kinda... forgot where I was for a moment. Let me..."
"No, no," I murmured, slurred and lazy. "Wasn't you. Don't mind it." I liked it. "I was just breathing."
"Oh good." A low chuckle. "I haven't killed you then."
"You damn near did." I made no attempt to move, sprawled on his bed, feet peeking over the edge, still grasping fistfuls of duvet and my head turned to one side, away from him.
"I better move at some point." He wriggled, still inside me.
"No hurry."
"Holy... shit..."
My heart skipped a beat. "What? What is it?"
"Gimme a second." He propped himself up and withdrew slowly, exhaling at the same time with a loud sigh. "That's... unusual..."
"Leo, you've got me worried now."
"It's nothing, honestly. I, uh... I at first thought the condom had burst."
"What!" I tried to lift more than my head off the covers but couldn't. The orgasm I'd just had weakened me, shuddering in my knees, abdomen and spine.
"Ssh, ssh, it's fine. Honestly. It hasn't. It's just..." He cleared his throat. "I thought you were a bit wet."
"A bit?" Relief made me giggle. "God, Leo, I've never felt anything like it."
"The feeling's entirely mutual, darling, but, um... is that normal? Or do I get to beat my chest like a caveman 'cause I just made you ejaculate?"
"Huh?" I twisted my head round to look at him and his gaze met mine. "Are you sure?"
He nodded.
I flopped my head down again and closed my eyes. "I knew there was something different happening. I felt it."
His hand ran over my buttock. Caressed it. "What did it feel like?"
"More intense. Like it came from deeper inside me. Everything exploded. Or melted. I really can't describe it."
"Try."
A strand of hair wisped against my face. He brushed it away and, I presumed, waited for me to do as he asked. "Like... you'd gone deeper than before and the stimulation was so intense it hurt and the only thing my body could do in response was... explode on the inside." I laughed, embarrassed. "Leo." I yawned. "I'm too tired to think straight."
"I hope not. I've got plans for you, Pipes. First of all I have to get rid of this thing, but afterwards I want you to come downstairs and meet my other bird."
Pause. "Your..." I opened my eyes and he looked at me. "Your what?"
His smile, under twinkling eyes, turned into a wide grin. "Yeah. My other bird. In the cage? Downstairs?"
"Oh." Closed my eyes again. "Right."
"Be right back."
He scooted downstairs before slamming a door and I wondered how he could still walk upright. I knew if I'd attempted to stand up I would have collapsed again, so stayed splayed on his bedcovers, basking in the afterglow of the best sex I'd had in my entire life. With anyone. Bar none.
His footsteps drummed up the stairs and he threw himself back down on the bed beside me. "Hey. You're still here."
"Yeah. Can't move."
"Oh my God, I broke Piper." He laughed, ran a hand through my still mussed up hair. "Listen, honey, are you all right?"
"Yes. I am. Really. Or I will be soon. Gimme a
minute."
"Was it really that bad?"
"That good you mean."
"Will you be all right here for ten minutes? I've got to have a shower. Like you said, I've been wearing these duds since yesterday and Jesus, we worked up a sweat there."
"I'll be fine."
"Hey. Maybe you could join me in the shower?"
"Love to. But to be honest, I don't think my legs would hold me up. Damn it, I've got these clothes all sweaty and I've only got my uniform with me, and something to wear into work tomorrow."
His weight shifted again as he hauled himself off the bed with a groan. "I'll find you something to change into once I've had a shower."
Slowly gathering strength again, I propped myself up on my forearms and watched as he pulled a pair of jeans out of a drawer. He caught me watching and winked as he slammed the drawer shut.
"Not gonna wear anything else?"
"Nah. I have to wear something after I get out of the shower though. Need to keep my cock warm until you've recovered enough to go again."
My eyes spontaneously widened, and he laughed as I shook my head, saying, "You're a bloody wonder, Leo. Insatiable."
"I do my best ma'am." He mock-saluted, bent to kiss the top of my head and took his leave, shouting behind him, "I'll only be ten minutes, don't go anywhere."
"As if," I muttered, making a half-hearted attempt to shuffle across the bed and lay my head on the pillows. My legs trembled, felt hollow, and I wondered if I'd be able to stand or walk any time soon.
A vision flashed in my mind's eye of Leo, moving inside me, pulling my legs around his waist. Maybe over a table. Maybe I was sitting up on a chair. The bed.
"God." I flopped back, staring up at the ceiling and his skylight, running the back of a hand across my forehead. It came away clammy with a sheen of cold sweat and I shivered. My heart rate had slowed to something approximating normal and though I reckoned I'd be like Bambi finding his feet if I tried to walk, I realized I'd at least be able to stay upright.
But I wasn't going to chance it until Leo's return, so closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift while I had the opportunity. He'd said he had plans and knowing him as I did, said plans would need energy I didn't yet have.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty!"
I flinched awake—not that I'd been asleep—and rubbed my eyes. "Hey." I turned towards the voice that had pulled me out of my daydream and bang went any hope of my heart rate returning to normal.
He stood a couple of feet away from the bed dressed in nothing more than the jeans he'd picked up minutes before, a towel draped round his neck, looking even hotter than he had after the shower at my house. Tattoos more colorful, muscles more defined.
Leo Carson version 2.0. Half naked. In his bedroom. His natural environment.
"Uh..." I'd intended to utter more than one syllable but the sight of him arrested the breath in my throat.
"Piper?" He frowned, came closer and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning on one arm which reached over to me.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," I said, hoping the lie convinced him. And then I realized. There's no need to lie about it, no need for embarrassment. Why be coy about the sight of him turning you on? Why opt for acting tired and slightly dazed over aroused by the sight of his naked, tattooed torso? "Actually, no."
His eyebrows lifted and he used the hand he wasn't leaning on to trace a line down my leg. "Oh? What's up?"
"It doesn't do a lot for my blood pressure seeing you fresh from the shower twice in one day."
He grinned, looked me straight in the eye, only glancing down for a split second, but that glance told me everything. It was only a moment of bashfulness, but there it was.
"Especially with those tattoos."
He looked down at one shoulder, then up at me again. "Really?"
"Yeah. In fact I think it should be illegal for you to wear a shirt around the house ever again." I grinned, careful not to overdo it. "You said you had plans for me?"
Leo took a split second to answer, but again, just like the downward glance, there was a world of meaning in that pause. "Yeah. Yeah I do. I've run you a bath. No, darlin', I'm not saying you need one, but if you wouldn't shower with me—"
"Couldn't!"
"If you couldn't shower with me, then I at least want to see you naked in the bath."
"It was your own fault."
"I didn't hear you complaining. Mostly it was a torrent of filth about how good it felt."
Instantly my cheeks heated up and from the amused smile tugging at his lips I could tell my face was as red as it felt.
"I would have said your name as well but you wouldn't let me."
"And Piper Holt always does what she's told, does she?"
"Of course. I wouldn't want a spanking, would I?"
"Something tells me you wouldn't be averse to that, either."
"There isn't much I wouldn't do, to be honest."
"Is that so? Piper, every time you open your mouth you go up in my estimation."
"I'd hate to think opening my mouth meant I went down."
"Oh." He gulped so hard his Adam's apple bobbed. Cleared his throat. "Come on. We better get you downstairs before your bath gets cold. I know what you damn females are like; you'd have it hot enough to lift the skin off your back but even so..."
I shuffled over to the edge of the bed again, accidentally nudging Leo as I moved my legs over. "Oops. Sorry." My feet hit the floor like they were made of lead and the vibrations ran up my legs, making my knees tingle with pins and needles. "Now let's see if I can walk. Or stand first, that'd be a start."
He laughed, watching me haul myself to my feet, his laughter growing louder when I let myself drop back onto the bed, though I managed to sit up. "You really are having trouble there, aren't you?" He dropped to his knees at the side of the bed and ran a slow hand up my leg, from the ankle to the knee, stopping at the hem of my nowrearranged skirt, and bit his lip. Just once. But I saw him do it. "Maybe we should get those shoes off you first," he murmured, almost to himself.
His hand slid to the inside of my knee and up my inner thigh and he cocked his head as if dazed by the touch of skin on skin. Transfixed. His lips parted and he exhaled, so close to me that I felt the whisper of his breath on my thigh.
As his hand slipped higher I gripped the edge of the bed with both hands and stiffened.
He stopped, looked up at me, though didn't move his hand. "What's wrong?"
"Still sore."
"Sore?"
I nodded, embarrassed. No, not embarrassed. Coy.
Leo's thumb moved back and forth against my inner thigh, just at the hem of my skirt and I shivered with lust. Sore I may have been but that didn't stop my natural responses.
"Well... a bit uncomfortable maybe." I gave him what I thought was a watery smile.
"Tender?" he looked up at me, his lips twitching into the merest hint of smile, although his puppy dog eyes still managed to look apologetic.
"You could say that."
A slow shake of the head. Once. Twice. "My God. What have I done to you?"
"Come now, Carson. Surely you're not that much of a biology 'tard?"
He burst out laughing, threw his head back before moving his hand back down to my ankle and unbuckling my shoe without too many problems, although I noticed a tremor in his fingers at one point. A minor one, but he stayed in control.
"And..." he said, sliding the shoe off my foot and holding out his hand for the other. That shoe was dispensed with in seconds and he rose to his feet, held out his hand. "Bath time for Piper."
My fingers made the slightest of contacts with his before they jerked back an inch, hovered in mid air and then went for the top button of his fly.
"What...?" He rocked back and forth, not unbalanced, and made a sound halfway between a growl and a laugh. "Piper. Be a good girl. Behave." His hand rested on top of mine, not as a restraint, more of a reassurance. "Not yet. If I'm not allowed to touch you, you're not allowed to touch me."
"I didn't say you weren't allowed. Just that I'm still a bit sore." My brow wrinkled momentarily but I brushed off such a petulant expression, not wanting to appear moody or...selfish was the only other word I could come up with. What was selfish about wanting his cock in my mouth? "Don't you want—?" Then it struck me. It was selfish because I wanted it for me, not for his own pleasure although that was a part of it. I wanted to be in control once more, to taste him, and hear his breath quicken as he came in my mouth.
"Course I do," he said. "And..." He took one slow step backwards. "I'll let you."
My hand, which had still been floating in mid air, came to rest in my lap.
"If..." he went on.