“That’s better,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m ready to have you to myself.”
“Okay.” I grin up at him. “Let’s go.”
Will has already carried Meg to the door, and the rest of us grab our jackets and
say our goodbyes.
Leo escorts me to the car and holds my door open for me. He’s a gentleman rock star;
I’ll give him that.
We’re about halfway home when I just can’t stand it anymore. I unclasp my seatbelt
and turn in the seat, startling him.
“What are you doing?”
“Can you scoot that seat back a little more and still drive comfortably?” I ask.
He pushes a button on the side of the seat that moves him back a few inches. I unbuckle
his belt and unfasten his loose jeans, pull his growing cock out of his tight black
boxer-briefs, and lower my face down to him, suck him into my mouth firmly and groan
as he hardens instantly.
“Holy fuck!” He exclaims and buries one hand in my hair. I don’t give him a chance
to get used to my mouth, I assault him, in the best way possible, sucking and running
my teeth gently along his skin, licking and gripping him with my lips, jacking him
with my hand. “Sam, Jesus, what the hell, baby?”
I prop my ass in the air, my knees on the seat, and grin around his cock when I feel
him slap my ass.
I suck harder, and feel the tension grip his thighs just before he comes hard, squirting
into the back of my mouth. I swallow quickly and continue to gently caress his dick
with my lips until he relaxes in the seat again.
He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifts my face to his, kisses
me deeply and quickly and then smiles with lust in his gray eyes. “Not that I’m complaining
because that was fan-fucking-tastic, but what was that for?”
“I love your cock.” I shrug and sit back in my seat. “I wanted to suck it. So I did.”
“Can’t argue with that.” He laughs. “But you’re lucky I didn’t drive us off the road.”
“You’re a good driver.” I wave him off and laugh. “I wasn’t worried.”
He links his fingers with mine and rubs his thumb over my knuckles. “What color is
your underwear?”
“Purple.”
“Are they favorites of yours?” He asks casually.
“I do like them, yes.”
“Then I suggest you take them off before I get my hands on you when we get home unless
you want another pair of ripped panties, sunshine, because I’m taking you against
the front door.”
“Well, can’t argue with that.”
Chapter Fifteen
Leo shuts my front door behind us, catches my hand in his before I can walk farther
into the room, spins me and pushes me up against the door, his mouth on mine and hands
yanking and tugging on my clothes.
“You weren’t kidding.”
“Hell, no,” he mutters and pulls my shirt over my head, unclasps and slips my bra
off, and cups my breasts in his hands. “Your tits are perfect, you know.”
“They’re not very big.” I wrinkle my nose at him and pull his tee over his head.
“They’re perfect for your small body, baby.” My back arches as his lips claim my right
breast, and he tugs my jeans down and off my legs.
“Don’t rip those,” I mutter when his hands close around my panties. He growls and
peels them down my legs as well, plants his hands on my ass and lifts me, wrapping
my legs around his waist, pinning me against the door.
“You make me fucking crazy,” he murmurs against my lips. “You are so damn hot.” He
slips inside me, to the root, and holds me there, between his hard body and the hard
door to my back. “I wanted to pull my car over and fuck you there at the side of the
road.”
“Next time.” I grin at him and bite his lower lip, pull on his piercing, and gasp
as he thrusts hard, in long, smooth strokes. He’s so strong, his arms are flexed and
bracing me firmly.
He buries his face in my neck and bites me lightly, then soothes the skin with his
lips. “You feel amazing. God, I love being inside you bare.”
“Mmm,” I agree and bury my hands in his soft hair, pull his head back and kiss him
hard, our tongues sliding over each other, noses nuzzling, until I feel my legs start
to shake. “Oh, God, Leo.”
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers and increases his speed, “Give it to me.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant and suddenly, the orgasm washes over me, clenching every
muscle of my body. I cling to him and ride it out, and as I come down, he pivots and
carries me across the room, down the hall to the bedroom.
Without pulling out of me, he lays me back on the bed, braces his hands on the mattress
at my shoulders, and moves even faster, chasing his own climax.
I reach down between us and circle my clit with my fingers, the zing of electricity
spurring my pussy muscles to tighten around him even more. His eyes are pinned to
my fingers, to the place where our bodies are joined.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. “Keep touching yourself.”
“You’re bossy,” I mutter with a grin. His hot gray eyes shoot up to mine and he grins
at me, wolfishly, possessively.
He leans down to his elbows, trapping my hand between us, buries his hands in my hair
and grins against my lips. “Are you complaining?”
“Nope.” I nibble his lips.
“I didn’t think so,” he whispers and brushes my lips, back and forth, lightly kisses
down my jawline to my ear and bites my earlobe. “So beautiful,” he whispers.
With the pressure of my fingers against my nub, Leo’s hips moving quickly and his
hard cock moving rhythmically inside me, I’m a goner. My body clenches and I can’t
help but cry out as my climax moves through me like an earthquake.
Leo’s body stiffens and he cries out as he comes, his hips jerking, his hands tightening
against my scalp. He shudders and gasps for air, kisses my cheek and my lips softly
and sighs deeply as his gaze catches my own.
“See what you started?” He asks.
“You’re welcome,” I respond with a laugh.
He grins widely. “Let’s take a shower.”
“You’ll get me dirty again,” I pout, teasing him.
“I’ll clean you up too. C’mon, sunshine, let’s get slippery.”
***
“You’re going to need more than that,” Leo tells me with a frown from the bed. After
another round in the shower, finally getting clean, and the water running cold, we
pulled on some clothes and I am busy packing my bag for the L.A. trip.
“I’m only going for one night,” I remind him.
“No, we’re going to be gone for a few days.” He glances back down at his iPad, missing
my scowl.
“
We
aren’t going anywhere.” I plant my hands on my hips and glare at him.
“I’m coming with you.” He still doesn’t look up from his dumb iPad.
“Why?”
“Makes sense.” He shrugs. “My house is there. We’ll stay there, and I’ve scheduled
meetings that I needed to have anyway for while we’re there.”
“When, exactly, were you going to share these plans with me?”
I don’t know why I’m so pissed, but I am. We’ve been together for a few weeks. It’s
not his place to make arrangements around me, for me, without talking to me. I’m not
his possession.
“I’m telling you now.”
“Look.” I begin but he throws the iPad down on the bed, pulls his long, lean body
off the bed and cups my face in his hands.
“I don’t want to be away from you for a few days. I’m not ready for that. I want to
have you in my bed. I want to see you in my house. I want to show you my beach. It’s
only for a few days, and I didn’t say anything before because I know how fucking stubborn
you are and I knew you’d say no.”
“It’s only over night.” I frown at him, part of me completely giddy that he wants
to be with me, but wary that neither of us can stand the thought of being apart for
just a few hours.
He closes his eyes for a brief second, shakes his head and clenches his jaw as he
looks at me again.
I’ve hurt his feelings.
“But I’d like to see your house.” I amend thoughtfully. “You live on the beach?”
His body relaxes and his face calms. “I do.”
“Have you ever had sex on the beach?” I ask him. He smirks and his thumbs rub my cheeks
softly.
“No.”
“I have.” I shrug and smirk when he narrows his eyes on me. “We’ll need a blanket
‘cause I do not need sand in my bits and pieces.”
“So, you’re assuming we’ll have sex on my beach?”
“I’m pretty sure.” I kiss him quickly and pull out of his embrace, getting back to
packing. “Shit, I need more stuff.”
As he laughs, I stomp out of the room to my closet room to choose more clothes for
our trip to sunny California. When I return, he’s sitting on the bed again, examining
his iPad.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Reading email, setting up appointments.”
“No one is working at this time of night,” I remind him.
“No, but when they get my messages tomorrow, they’ll make it happen.”
“So, you say jump and all of your little followers say ‘how high’?” I ask with a raised
brow, fold some khaki capris and lay them in my suitcase.
“Pretty much.” He shrugs.
“Must be rough,” I mutter sarcastically.
“I pay their salaries,” he reminds me. “They can make time to meet with me.”
He has a point. I nod and finish packing my bag as a thought occurs to me. “Holy shit,
you’re going to ride in coach with me on the plane tomorrow?”
He snickers and then breaks out into a full on belly laugh. “No, sweetheart. We’ll
take
Arista’s
jet.”
“What?” I sputter.
“Well, one of their jets.” He frowns deeply. “If I get on that plane with you, we’ll
have a mess on our hands.”
I nod slowly. “Fans.”
“Yeah.”
I take a deep breath and meet his eyes with my own. “I hate that part.” He scowls,
and I feel the need to clarify. “I’m so proud of you, babe.” I climb on the bed and
straddle his hips and wrap my arms around his neck. “I love your music, and I am proud
that you do what you love.”
“But.” He prompts me, his large hands gliding up and down my back.
“But.” I frown, trying to gather my thoughts. “The fame part makes me nervous.”
“Hell, it makes me nervous.”
“Been there, done that,” I remind him. “Have the baggage to prove it.”
“Look, Sam, I don’t expect you to be a part of the celebrity side of my life. That’s
just work. If I worked in an office, I wouldn’t take you there with me. If you want
things to be on the down-low, fine, but I won’t lie. You’re mine.” He kisses me and
pulls his fingers down my cheek. “But we don’t have to take out a spread in a magazine
either.”
“Okay,” I agree.
“The reality is, we’ll be photographed at some point. The press will catch on. After
a while, it’ll be old news.”
I nod, knowing he’s right. This is the shitty part. If I don’t want to deal with his
celebrity status, I’ll have to choose to lose him. Because he is who he is. He can’t
change it.
And I don’t want him to.
“Okay,” I say again and smile at him. “No biggie.”
“You’re not a good liar,” he murmurs, his eyes serious. “It’s not as intense as what
Luke when through, babe. His fans were obsessive. Mine are just… persistent.”
I shake my head and chuckle. “Okay.”
“Do you know any other words than ‘okay’?” He asks.
“Yes,” I respond simply.
“Brat.” He laughs and hugs me to him. “Don’t sweat it, sweetheart. We’ll be fine.”
I rest my head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
God, he makes me nervous.
***
“What time is your interview?” Leo asks. He’s sitting next to me in the limo as we
leave the airport.
I’m still squirming in my seat, wet and swollen. Who knew private airplane sex could
be so fun?
Leo’s smile is smug. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” I lift my chin and smooth my skirt over my legs. “Um, interview is at
two this afternoon.”
“Good, we have time to go to my place first.”
“Where do you live?” I ask, curious to see where he calls home, and nervous as hell,
and not about the interview.
Why does it make me nervous to be going to Leo’s house?
“Malibu,” he responds and kisses my knuckles.
“But my interview is in Burbank,” I remind him.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be there on time.” The limo pulls onto the freeway and Leo pulls
me to him, wraps his arm around me, and my eyes drift closed. I’m so damn tired. I
didn’t sleep well last night, afraid that I’d sleep through the alarm.