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You take one last look at the clock before putting on your lipstick and sitting on the couch waiting for Leon to arrive.
Leon – your kind, incredibly handsome and just as mysterious date.
You've gone out four times already, but as good as the dates have been for you, you get the impression that this is not the case for him. Hell, you still wonder why he asked you out again.
At first you thought he was just a little shy and needed his own time to open up, but every single time you talk about him he deflects the topic, especially when it comes to his job.
“I travel a lot, job's a little tricky sometimes. No big deal.” was all you could get out of him.
But the veil of mystery he carries around fascinates you, attracts you even.
He does seem to be quite interested in your life, though. He asked you about your job, your childhood, your college experience. He’s a very good listener and does seem to care about what you have to say. But you still can't figure out if it's because he really wants to know you or if it’s just cause he’s good-mannered. And, unfortunately, you believe it’s the latter.
The real problem is that after four dates all you got was a kiss. A hell of a kiss, one of those that every time you think back on it you feel an emptiness in your stomach. One of those that makes you wonder what he does under the sheets if just with a kiss he's already made you lose your mind.
But it was only one, and it was brief.
And you feel a little pathetic when you think back to all the times you checked your phone to see if you missed his call in the following days. And when it did ring, he simply asked you if you were free on Friday, not mentioning anything else whatsoever.
You just can't figure him out. You've had your fair share of dates to know how a man acts, what a man wants. And as soon as they realize they have even the slightest chance to get laid, you can bet they take it.
And Leon sure does have the chance to fuck you. You're certainly not someone who likes to objectify people, but God, the first time you saw him you immediately thought how much you'd like to squeeze his face between your thighs.
Every time he took you home you waited for him to make his move, but nothing. And date after date your insecurity grew, and so did the fear to make your move, cause each time you were more and more afraid it was going to end in rejection.
And when he kissed you, you let yourself go, thinking you’d finally have your night of sex with the man who messed with your brain. But instead, right when you were leaning more into it, he broke the kiss and said good night to you, leaving you right in front of your house still flustered.
And now you're sitting on your couch, watching a silly program on tv waiting for him to arrive, knowing that it will be another great evening but one that will leave you yet again with a bitter taste in your mouth.
That's why ever since he asked you out again you've been thinking about what to do, and you've come to the conclusion that if you still feel that he just doesn’t like you enough, you'll be the one to end this whole thing.
As much as you like him – and boy do you like him – you’re not going to waste your time chasing someone who doesn’t really want to be with you.
You hear knocking. You get up from the couch and fix your black dress before you open the door and find him there, in all his beauty.
“Hey.” He says, with a slight smile on his face.
“Hi.”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Good, let’s go.”
He waits for you to lock your door and then gestures you to go before him. His car is parked outside and, as always, he opens the door for you. But even these cute little gestures don't make you feel any better, because you know that it’s just who he is – a true gentleman. That means he would do those things for any woman he knows, not just because he wants to fuck them.
Which, of course, makes you like him even more.
“So, where are we going?” you ask him, breaking the silence than naturally filled the air. He’s not the small talk type, but you already knew it.
“I’m taking you to an Italian restaurant a friend of mine suggested. It was either that or an Indian place near his house, but you told me you don’t like spicy food, so...”
Great listener, of course.
“Sounds great. I love Italian food.”
“Yeah, me too.”
After about ten minutes you arrive at the restaurant. It looks quite fancy. As always, you appreciate his choice, even though you should actually give his friend credit for it this time.
The waiter seats you at your table and leaves you two menus and a wine list, which Leon picks up right away.
“Red or white?” He asks you.
“It depends on what we're eating.”
“What are you having?”
“I'll have the... risotto alla milanese con ossobuco.” you read on the menu, with a funny pronunciation, judging by Leon's chuckle.
“That funny?” you say, pretending to be offended but with a slight smile on your face.
“No, it’s cute.”
His response catches you a little off guard and leaves you with a dumbfounded grin on your face and an obvious blush spreading across your cheeks that by now the incredibly observant man in front of you must have noticed.
“Red wine it is.” He says, still smiling.
“Amazing.”
“Do you trust me?”
“What?” you say, taken aback by the question.
“On the choice of the wine.”
You are so nervous that you can't even understand a simple question. At least, the context of it. You were already fantasizing about some lewd proposal, while he was just asking if it was okay for you if he chose the damn wine.
And now you feel stupid. And a little bit delusional, too.
But he has this effect on you. You hang off his words. Everything he says fascinates you even if it's just a silly question.
And that pisses you off, because every time you look at him the thought that he's really just trying to find a nice way to tell you that you're not his type keeps making room in your head.
The promise with yourself still stands. There is no reason for this to be dragged out if he’s not into you, which will inevitably end in your heartbreak.
“Right, sure.” You say, shaking your head in embarrassment.
The evening proceeds normally. Your food has arrived, as so has the wine, which is fantastic. Because of course he is a lover of good wine.
Wine that in addition to being good is also strong. And that made you so confident that you touched his hand while you were talking, which he promptly took away.
And God, you wish that gesture hadn't hurt you like it did. And now you're even more pissed. Why the hell did he kiss you? More importantly, why the hell did he take you out again?
But as hurt as you may be, the evening is not over yet.
“How’re you liking the place?” he asks you, changing the subject.
“It’s wonderful. Thank your friend on my behalf.”
He chuckles. “I will.”
“Are you two close?”
“Well yeah, kinda. We met at the police academy.”
Police academy? Is this the job that requires him to travel a lot? He’s a damn cop?
“Oh, so you’re a police officer.”
“No. Not anymore.”
“So what do you do now?” you try again, having had little to no success when you asked him this same question on your first date.
He hesitates for a while before answering. “I work for the government.”
“That’s a bit vague.”
“Wouldn’t wanna bore you.” he smiles.
You still don't understand why there’s all this mystery surrounding his job, but he clearly doesn't want to talk about it, so you change the subject.
“We should get dessert.”
“Good idea.”
After dessert, Leon asked the waiter for the bill and insisted on paying despite your complaints. You are now in the car headed to your place. And in your head, you are rehearsing the speech to give him.
Like every single time he insists on taking you to your apartment, while he could just leave you to your apartment building’s front door.
“Well, here we are.” You say, briefly facing your door and sighing before turning to look at his pretty face again. God, he’s so handsome you want to punch him. Him and his stupid silky hair.
“Yeah.” He says, smiling and coming closer to you.
You realize he is about to kiss you again and you stop him before he can.
“Leon.” You put your hands on his very fit chest.
“Yes?” he says in a voice so soft that it sends shivers down your spine.
“I don’t think we should be doing this anymore.”
Leon steps back and looks at you confused; his eyebrows furrowed. “What? Why?”
“Because it’s clear to me that I like you way more than you like me. I’m just- you know. I’m ending this before I get really hurt.”
He shakes his head, looks at you and frowns. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“No, I don’t.”
He comes closer to you again, this time with a sweet smile on his face, and takes both your hands. “What makes you think I don’t like you?”
“Well, first of all you don’t seem to be too keen on telling me about yourself.”
“I’m not a man of many words.”
“What about before, when I touched your hand, and you took it away almost immediately?”
“I don’t really like PDA.”
“Jesus, Leon! I touched your hand I didn’t stick my tongue down your damn throat.” You didn’t, even if you would’ve very much liked that.
He chuckles. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Is this all that made you think I don’t like you?”
You hesitate for a moment. You don't know whether to really tell him the truth. No, actually the real reason is that you didn't try to fuck me. It sounds so pathetic that you want to disappear.
“Not really.”
He looks at you, waiting for you to talk and tell him what else there is that made you so incredibly insecure.
“It’s just that… fuck.” you begin, “I’ve known enough men in my life to know exactly what you all want, Leon.”
He furrows his eyebrows, trying to connect the dots. You say nothing, embarrassed enough by the situation and waiting for him to figure it out on his own. And when he does, the realization sparks a reaction in him that you didn't expect and that makes you feel even more stupid. His eyebrows rise in amazement and then he laughs. A laugh that you still hadn’t heard and that you would have appreciated much more had it not sprung from your naivety.
“You really thought I didn’t like you just cause I haven’t had sex with you yet?”
Yes, that’s exactly it, and hearing it from him sounds so fucking dumb.
“God, I’m such a fool.” you cover your face with your hands out of embarrassment and shake your head. “It’s just that I want it so badly and it seems like the thought hasn't even crossed your mind and it's so frustrating.” you confess without even realizing it.
And when you do realize it, he’s looking at you with a smirk on his face. “You do, huh?”
“Yes.” You say in a low voice. No reason to lie anymore.
“This doesn’t mean I don't like you by any means; in fact, I like you an awful lot. I simply didn't want to pressure you.” he says. His fingers caress your arms slowly. You watch his movements and then return to his blue eyes that scan you like a hawk with its prey.
“I'm gonna make it up to you, gorgeous. I’m gonna prove to you I’m like no man you’ve met before.”
His face is now merely inches away from yours and you can feel his breath on your lips. Your heart is beating faster, and warmth pervades your body. The pet name drives you crazy. Your legs become weak, and you can feel the arousal growing between them. He is making you wet with fucking words.
“If you open the door right now, I’ll show you what I’ve been wanting to do to you since the first time I saw you.” he whispers in your ear.
You close your eyes and a soft moan leaves your lips when his lips brush against your neck. You turn to open the door and your hands tremble at the mere thought of what he means by that last sentence.
When you cross the threshold of your house, you make room for him to follow you. Leon looks around quickly before turning back to you.
“Atta girl.” he tells you, before taking you in his arms, catching you off guard and causing you to gasp.
His hands immediately rest on your ass, before slowly moving down to your thighs, which now grip his waist.
Leon makes his way to the kitchen table, placing you on it. His fingers run through your hair before kissing you. A different kiss from the one you exchanged a few days before. It’s more intense, more eager. You moan against his lips as his hands settle all over your body. And when you bite his lip, he lets out a groan of pain, which seems to turn him on even more.
Leon pulls away from you and pushes you down on the table. You watch him tower over you with a look of pure lust. Your pussy begins to ache as your eyes settle on his flexed biceps and the veins on his arms.
“When I saw you in that dress tonight all I could think about was how I wanted to rip it off you.”
“That's what I've been thinking with every outfit you've worn so far.” you reply, and Leon smirks, biting his lip.
He gently lifts you off the table to unfasten your dress, which he then pulls off your legs. You are in your underwear, tights, and when you realize you are still wearing your high heels, you shake your feet to take them off.
Leon is positioned between your legs as he unhooks your bra and buries his face between your breasts. Your head falls back, and your fingers clutch strands of his hair – that damn hair of his – as he stimulates one nipple with his tongue and the other with his fingers. You moan and push your hips across the table toward his groin, and you feel his cock get hard in his pants. Leon groans at the contact, sending you into ecstasy.
“Easy.” he tells you, placing you on your back on the table once again. “It's not yet time for that.”
You watch him slip off your tights and then your panties, leaving you completely naked under his watchful gaze. And if normally you would be embarrassed, his eyes make you feel so desired that you can't help but stare at his face.
“Fucking beautiful.” he says in a low voice, almost to himself.
You see him get down for a second, and when he gets back up, he shows you the heels you took off a few minutes earlier.
“These stay on.” he tells you, putting them back on your feet.
You can't say anything, you just look at him and are ready to do whatever he says.
Leon places both hands on your inner thighs and squeezes, forming furrows in your skin and separating your legs, leaving your pussy completely exposed.
His fingers trace your thighs until they graze your wet folds. You moan and your back arches as he slips a finger inside you and begins to thrust.
“Oh, fuck.” you squeal.
His finger pushes and curls inside you before he puts another in. You grip the edges of the table so hard that your knuckles have turned white. He watches you intently as he fucks you with his fingers. With his free hand he takes your face forcing you to look back at him.
“Look at me, baby.” he tells you, increasing the speed of his movements. You obey, even if you struggle to keep your eyes open. And maintaining his gaze becomes even more difficult when he begins to stimulate your clit with his thumb.
Your legs tremble from stimulation. Your hands roam in search of contact with his body, and when you can’t feel him, you sit up and put them on the back of his neck pushing him toward you for a kiss. You are desperate to feel him on you, to feel him inside you.
But he suddenly stops, removing his fingers from your cunt and leaving you empty.
“So disobedient, so eager.” he tells you, pushing you back on the table and putting your arms over your head. “If you behave, I’ll give you everything you want. Would ya, pretty girl?”
You nod vehemently, panting. With one hand he holds your hands still and with the other he grazes your inner thigh so close to your pussy, but without touching you. He is taking you to the edge, playing with you.
“I wanna hear you say it.” he whispers with a firm voice, leaving a soft kiss under your ear.
“I’ll behave.” you cry out.
“Good girl.” he says, bringing the fingers that just a few minutes ago were inside you to your mouth and inviting you to lick them.
You obey – as he told you to – and make sure not to break eye contact. Leon returns your gaze, devouring you with his eyes as he watches you savor yourself on his fingers. And in that moment, you see him falter. He has lost the unconditional control he had over you, lost his power. For a moment it was you who had control over him. And you enjoyed it.
But the roles are reversed, and he takes over again when in a sudden movement he spreads your legs, making you gasp.
“My turn to taste you now.” he tells you, before kneeling down and beginning to tongue-fuck you. You sit up sharply at the contact and a loud moan leaves your lips as he eats you out ruthlessly.
Your gazes meet and a hand from your thigh moves up your belly to your chest as he tries to push you back onto the table. You lie back down and run your fingers through his hair, pulling it. The vibration of his moans on your cunt pushes you almost over the edge.
No man had ever touched you like that. No man had ever been able to make you cum, really. And with him you are already so close that your whole body begins to shiver.
He licks and sucks your clit like a hungry man in front of a buffet. And you know you won't last much longer.
“Oh, fuck. Please, Leon.” you say, as you feel heat permeate your body.
His fingers increase their grip on your thighs as he hears you moan his name. And as your back arches and your cries become louder, he increases the speed and pressure on your clit, making you come undone in a blissful orgasm that makes your legs tremble out of fucking control.
You are exhausted, you are panting, but you want more, and you want it now. You are tired of obeying.
You sit up and your hands immediately rush to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Your tongues entwine in a dance of desire and lust, your teeth clashing in eagerness.
His hands caress your back, pushing you toward him. Yours are intent on undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.
“I want you, Leon.” you pant as he leaves kisses and bites on your neck. And with a moan provoked by your words, he pulls away from you to remove his shirt, and you finally get to see and touch his toned body. He's so fucking hot you could cum again just by looking at him.
Leon finishes the job you started and pulls down his pants and boxers, freeing his hard and leaking cock. You bite your lip at the sight, feeling your pussy throb waiting to be stretched and filled.
“Tell me how much you want it.” he says in a low voice, sliding his cock against your soaking folds.
“I want it so badly, Leon. I want you to fuck me. I beg you.” he groans into your hear and pushes into you, filling you with his big cock.
“Oh God.” you cry out. He fucking whimpers in the crook of your neck and you lose it. He couldn’t hold back anymore, he craved you.
He starts thrusting hard, holding you against his chest with one hand and grabbing your face to make you look at him with the other. He wants you to look him in the eye while he tears you apart, he wants to see the effect he has on you. Your mouth is open, and your eyes are teary as you return his intense gaze.
He’s fucking you so good he’s making you cry.
“Fuck, baby. You’re driving me nuts.” he lets out.
And then he pulls out of you, leaving you empty. But you don't even have time to protest that in one clean, quick movement he gets you off the table and turns you around. You're now facing the table when he pushes you toward it and spanks you, before sliding back inside you again with a hard thrust.
His grip is strong on your hips as he pushes into you and simultaneously pushes you back into him. Your cries of pleasure become so loud that you’re sure the whole neighborhood now knows that you are being fucked so hard that you may struggle to walk.
And unexpectedly you feel the sensation of another orgasm growing inside you. And you are amazed because no one had ever been able to make you come with their tongue, let alone with their dick.
But he did say he was going to prove you he’s not like any man you’ve met before.
Leon's arm tightens around you as he lifts you off the table while he continues to thrust into you. His forearm rests between your breasts as one hand holds your neck with gentle pressure. His lips are now close to your ear and his breathy moans are sending shivers down your spine. Your hand goes to grip his hair and pull it lightly.
“And to think you were sure I didn't like you while I was out there only thinking about you. I worship you.” he begins, leaving soft kisses on your neck and biting your earlobe. “Been wanting to make you mine since I laid my eyes on you, pretty girl.”
His words light a fire in you. Your hand rests on his neck and you pull him toward you in yet another passionate kiss.
You moan against his lips as he continues to fuck you from behind. Your grip in his hair increases and your pussy clenches on his cock as you cum again. He moans at the feeling and starts thrusting even harder in search of his own pleasure.
You grip the table as you lay back on it while he fucks you into overstimulation.
“Fuck.” he moans, before pulling out and releasing all over you. His warm cum now covers your back.
You’re both silent and panting for a moment before he grabs a napkin from your counter, wets it and uses it to clean up his mess. You jump a little at the feeling and he chuckles.
“All done.” he says, bending over you and leaving a quick kiss on your back.
When you turn around, you see him bent over to pick up your underwear off the ground to give it to you. You put it back on while Leon is in front of you, shirtless, watching your every move.
“So,” he begins grabbing your waist and sitting you on the table while he stands between your legs. “are you free tomorrow night or do you still think we shouldn’t see each other anymore?” he smiles softly.
“I’m free. But, you know, I still haven’t made my mind up. I think we should do this again so I can decide what to do with you.” you say, putting your arms on his shoulders and smiling playfully.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, I’m still not sure.” you tease him.
“I see. Well, I’ll be happy to help.” he says, caressing your face as he kisses you gently.