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Like any regular night in early summer, the breeze finally drifts through the city at night, rustling the leaves of the trees, and carrying away the little heat that had gathered during the daytime.
The only difference is that you have to attend an event that you usually refuse. It's your coworker's birthday, and she insists you join her and her friends to clubbing. You are not against going out, birthday party, or celebration, but clubbing? You don't do that. But you two have always gotten along well at work, so after the third invitation, you finally said yes.
That's why you are here right now— the third club for tonight. Your friend says they have the best music, and it's worth checking out before leaving. As soon as the door opens, the music blasts into your ears, vibrating with your heartbeats. It is indeed good music, some iconic 70s rock, you have heard of the one currently playing, but never really remember the names.
The other girls sing and cheer along with the people in the bar, sliding onto the dance floor like birds rushing back to their nests. You cover your ears to adjust to the volume and look around to check out this place.
The dance floor is pretty big but still crowded; some comfy chairs and tables on one side, a neat, tidy bar on the other. And beside the bar, right under a light bulb, a man is sitting alone.
Oh God... He is so hot...?
You stare at this person, questioning your eyesight. Is it because you didn't wear glasses today?! You watch him take a gulp of his drink, and slightly turn his body in your direction—
You lock eyes with him instantly, before you can feel surprised about his vigilance. Now the muffled music completely leaves you, and your heartbeat is competing with the rock music beats, you must be blushing…
“Hey!” You snap your head back, it’s your friend, “You good? Wanna dance more?”
“Well, sure!! Whatever you say tonight, princess!” You rub your ears one more time and get yourself ready for the music.
“I’m so glad that you came tonight!!” She grabs your wrist, “It’s always so hard to—”
Even though you try to listen, the music and people around you make it impossible, so you nod at whatever she says. Before you set foot in the dancing ring, you look at the man’s direction one more time— He already looked away— you sigh with a little disappointment.
It’s okay, you tell yourself. You have a good look at him when he faced you. Jacket, jeans, with boots, a shiny spark in the middle of the waist— probably the belt buckle— that belt really shows off his lean waist, contrasted with his broad upper body; you can already tell, even though most of the view is hidden under the jacket. And the hair! Divide from the middle, probably blown dry to keep them in shape, and the tips loosely fall on his face, just right below his eyes…
It’s okay. You have to tell yourself again, maybe he is married already, cause you’ve never met a straight man who is able to dress like that without any help. You take one more glance at his side profile before you start dancing with your friend.
At least, you do like the music here, like how your friend promised.
You start rocking your body with the music on the floor. You wouldn’t call that dancing, only ‘moving your body while trying to catch the beats’. You don’t usually go clubbing, you aren’t good at either dancing or drinking, but it doesn’t seem like anyone here cares.
You look around, everyone is enjoying themselves, some people snuggle up with each other, but most of them look like they are the dancing queen for tonight. You look at your friend again, and start mimicking her moves. And when she notices it, she screams with laughter.
“Wooooo, shake that ass, girl!!!”
You laugh with her, “You do it!!”
No hesitation, she spins around, and shows you how she would shake that ass.
“Woooooo!!!” You cheer and laugh with the other girls.
“Your turn!!” She points at you.
“Oh my god…” You cover your face, what have you gotten yourself into.
“Come on!!!” All the girls around cheer in unison, they even make room for you to be in the center.
“Okay, okay!!” You compromise, and start moving like what you saw, or what you think you saw, of course, it’s really stiff, you feel you’re an Ikea manikin toy on the run, but everyone just hooray for you anyway.
“Yo, try this one!!” A girl you don’t know grabs your waist for your attention. She is so drunk, but it doesn’t stop her from teaching you some sexy moves.
You obey, at this point, you don’t really care, the vibe’s good, the moves are… challenging, but interesting. You laugh so hard when you do it, and everyone screams and whistles for you again.
Just like that, you dance with the girls for a while, more specifically, every girl tries to show you some moves, one after another, and you just try your best.
Shifting, spinning, and jumping… You finally feel a little tired. Looking around, it’s mostly strangers now, your friend left for more drinks a while ago.
Still ‘dancing’ on the floor, you start planning for leaving, it’s kinda late, probably after 12 a.m., meaning, not many buses are still running. As soon as you make up your mind, a hand reaches your waist. You think it’s one of the girls around, you lean back, and tell ‘her’ that you… The fabric presses on your back feels odd?!
You instantly stand up straight and turn. It’s a random dude, checking you out with a disgusting smirk, “Heyyy, I’ve never seen a cutie pie like you around here… What’s your name?”
Not hard to guess what he wants, for any girls, so you decide to give zero positive signals. You remove his hand calmly, and speak with a straight face, “Nope.” Before he can say anything else, you turn again, and leave the dancing floor from the other side.
Okay. Washroom, then leave by bus, or Uber.
You shut the washroom door behind you as you make the decision, not seeing that the dude follows behind you and waits outside the washroom. It’s not that you never meet any creepy dudes, but the good vibe in here and all the friendly girls lower your guard. So when you leave the washroom, you are shocked to be caged by him right away. It jolts your tiredness away, and your common sense and vigilance come back to your mind.
“Don’t be shy now? I saw your dance.” Dude brings out the most confident smile to impress you, “Tom. Just wanna talk to the cutest girl there. Come on. Just, a, talk.”
You would believe him if he doesn’t keep leaning in while talking. You don’t even flinch, stare at him in the eyes, while your hand is reaching into your purse behind you…
“Hey, I think she wants no talk with you at all.” You hear a deep voice, and a hand grabs Tom’s shoulder from behind, next second, he is shuffled to the side with ease.
What a cliché… It’s the hot one you stared at before, so you guess you will like the cliché!
“Who the fuck are you?!” Tom squares up immediately, you can tell that his ego is hurting, because of how easily he was maneuvered by another man.
But you don’t really care, your focus completely shifts. A lot more details about this man are catching your eyes, like his height, his eye color, and.. his age. Not that you are complaining about anything, but you are actually surprised that he is much older than you, yet the age doesn’t make him any less hot, only more.
“Just saying, not very gentlemen of you to block a lady in front of the washroom?” He shrugs, and casually steps in between you and Tom.
Then, poor Tom makes another wrong decision, by charging at the man to regain his masculinity, ‘Who the fuck do you think you are?! You son of— ”
Come on, compare your size and weight difference first if you want to pick a fight with someone. You sigh with no sympathy.
The thing after, happens in a split second, that you’re not sure if you capture it accurately— The man reaches out his arm and takes a step sideways, push and pull— As expected, pathetic Tom already fell on his back, hard.
Then, this man you yearn to talk to scans you up and down, just once, to check if you’re okay. Unlike how Tom looks at you, you don’t feel any offense from his gaze.
If a chance already falls in front of your eyes, who are you to not catch it!
Before he could say anything, you take a step forward, standing right in front of him, and look up into his eyes.
“Thank you! Can I buy you a drink for saving me?”
You change your plan of going home immediately, now that you think about it, you could probably hang around a little bit longer, or maybe a lot longer.
He raises one eyebrow, you don’t know if he is surprised or amused.
“I thought that would be my line. But sure, we could definitely grab a drink.”
Both of you ignore someone who is still lying on the ground, cursing. You two exchange names in front of him, and Leon, you like his name, leads you back to the bar.
He grabs a stool for you while talking to a bartender, “Hey! Jimmy! Got another punk harassing the girls by the back door.”
“Again? They never learn, do they?!” Jimmy slams his towel into the sink, “I will get the bouncer.”
He turns around, sees Leon, and you beside Leon.
“Ookay… Let me guess, you took care of him already?”
“Yeah, not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal? Those were some very cool moves.” You hop on the stool and shoot a compliment at Leon. “You were like using an RPG to kill a mosquito.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, just stretching my legs back there.” He shrugs it off, “What do you usually drink?”
You can’t help but giggle, feeling you have a basic understanding of his personality.
“Usually? Something sweet. Can I see the menu here?”
He grabs one for you.
“Oh! First of all,” You remember something important, “You’re not in a relationship, right?”
“No?”
“Or situationship? Seeing anyone? Divorced but still living together…? Sorry, no offense but— ”
Leon’s head leans back a little with all those words, dating has become too complicated these days, he’s not sure if he follows, but he does understand your concern.
“I am a one-lady type of guy.” He reassures you.
“Amazing.” You move your stool a bit closer to him with a big smile, now your knees are touching. “Hmm, what’s good here? What do you recommend?”
He just watches it happen when you move the stool, doesn’t pull away or follow through. It feels like he would let you do anything you want, that’s what a mature and unhurried man is like? Your heart pounds faster at the thought.
“These. If you want something sweet.” He taps on a few names in the cocktails session.
You look at the menu closely, and carefully examine the ingredients for each of them. While Leon sits back in the stool, patiently waiting, resting one arm on your stool, holding you without actually touching you, quietly claiming.
You finally decide, and point one at Jimmy. “Hey. Can I have this one, please?”
“Of course, right away.” Jimmy starts making the drink, and glancing at Leon, “So… lucky night, huh?”
He makes an ambiguous hum, and doesn’t confirm anything, yet. In case you really only wanted a drink.
You decide to speak up, “Yeah, definitely a lucky night for me, I’ve wanted to talk to him since I stepped into this place.”
“Is that right?? Lady.” Jimmy laughs with admiration. He likes your boldness, “He’s all yours now.”
“When you stepped into this place.” Leon challenges your statement, “You went straight to dancing.”
“Were you watching me?” You’re surprised, you almost thought that one second of locking eyes was your delusion.
“Yeah. You stand out in this kinda place.”
“Stand out? How?”
“Don’t get me wrong, you just… You don’t look like you go clubbing a lot.” He clarifies.
He caught your stare cause it was intense. You were standing upright, covering your ears, and looking at him like… like a meerkat on lookout guard? Cute.
“You are very right.” You laugh, “This is the third club for me tonight, also the third club in like, five years?”
Jimmy keeps his silence like every professional bartender— gets out of the way of flirting customers— until he finishes making your drink, and pushes it to you with a wink. ‘Good luck.’ He mouths it.
“Ah, thank you!” You smile, and wink back.
The drink is bubbly blue at the bottom and lightens up on the top, with a little beach umbrella on it. It for sure looks sweet, you take a sip.
“So you don’t club at all.” Leon gets your attention back, “What changed your mind tonight?”
“Oh, just some birthday celebration for a friend. What about you? Do you come here often?”
“Sort of, love the drinks here. Didn’t realize it’s the music night, too loud for my age.”
You suspect that he mentions his age on purpose, but you don’t care that he is older than you. He for sure has some wrinkles, around his tired-looking eyes, not the kind from a long night, it’s the kind like years of life burdens on his shoulder, it reflects in his eyes. But he is still sharp, his reaction speed, and the fight that only lasted a split second, tell you that he is more than just a sexy man. The possible depth of his life experience attracts you more than anything else. So you skip the age topic.
“So, it’s not a music night every night here?”
“No, there will be more seats. This is a pretty chill bar usually, but sometimes they will have guests over.” He points at the DJ with his chin.
Your friend probably mentioned that, but you don’t remember.
“Fun, maybe I should check this place out again when there is no music.” You sit deeper in the stool to make yourself comfortable, and find Leon’s arm behind you already, when did this happen? And why does everything he does make your heart skip a beat? You bit your inner cheek, “So… about you, what do you do? Those moves weren’t very… civilian?”
“Yeah? What do you think?”
“A guessing game?” You accept the challenge, “There were a lot of options before I saw your move, like construction or something? Judging by how strong you are. But then your speed and vigilance, first responders might be closer, like a firefighter? But those moves, I’m not sure if firefighters train that much in close combat. You look like you’ve fought a million times. So, maybe... military?”
You even grab his hand, and find the evidence you need.
“See? You use guns a lot for sure.” You tap on his callus, with a smirk on your face.
“You mentioned first responders, but skipped the cop?” Leon catches your hands.
“I’ve met cops, a lot, and they don’t move like you.”
“That was impressive.” He gives you an admiring nod.
“Am I right?!”
“Very close. I was in the military for a while.”
“And now?”
“Just say… some kind of government agent.”
You squint at his answer, he could just say if he is FBI or something, maybe he doesn’t want to share that much with someone he has just met, or maybe it’s something deeper and harder to explain. Either way, you accept the answer.
“And what about you? What do you do?” Leon lets go of your palm, and moves to your finger.
“Server. I work in a restaurant. Or greeter sometimes, or, underpaid and unofficial supervisor, depends on my manager’s mood.”
“Then how did you know about this? Calluses and stuff?” He gently pinches your fingers, you have no calluses.
“TV shows?” You joke, “Actually, I wanted to be a cop when I was younger, already signed up.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, so I know stuff.” You look at Leon’s hand, still playing with your fingers, and now it feels like he is just fidgeting. You have to grab your drink with the other hand.
“But you didn’t become the… Change of mind?”
“Yeah, dropped out.” You sigh, “Family reason, hmm, complicated… So I went for Psychology instead.”
He nods.
You guys then change the topic. Most of the time, you talk about any topic that comes to mind, and he follows along.
Leon isn’t the most talkative man you’ve met, but he does ask you questions back and shows genuine curiosity, which makes for a pretty good conversation. And those occasional corny lines? Always cracks you up. To be honest, you usually don’t laugh at those kinds of jokes, but when he is the one saying it, you can’t help it. Must be the alcohol, and the hormone!
You don’t know how long it has passed, but your drink is almost gone. You look over at Leon’s drink, he barely drinks after you two sit down.
“What was your drink? Can I try?”
“Be my guest.” His gaze rests on your face, and then moves to your lips.
He doesn’t move his drink closer to you, so you have to grab it yourself, and take a small sip.
“Hmm! Bitter!” You make a face as if it could help the taste go away faster.
“Can I try yours?” Says Leon.
“Of course.” You push your drink to him, “Not that sweet anymore, just melting ice.”
He closes up the distance between you two, slowly, and when you look at him, he presses a light kiss on your lips. Light like a feather, like he is giving you enough time to pull away.
Oh.
Right.
Your line could be interpreted differently in different situations. Right now, it’s clearly a flirt, even though you didn’t realize it. And Leon gives you a perfect example of how to flirt properly with that line.
You blush so hard, the alcohol didn’t even get your face that hot. And you forgot to kiss back! Because your brain needs a reboot there.
“Still sweet to me.” He pulls back eventually, and examines your expression carefully.
Even though you look interested in him the whole time, but he doesn’t want to assume. Good news, he doesn’t see any rejection in your eyes. Instead, you unconsciously touch your lips, and stare at him with shock, in a good way, more like… anticipation. And that’s the answer he needs.
“It’s getting late.” Leon stands up, and signals to Jimmy, “Wanna a ride?”
“Ride? Ride to…” Your brain tries to keep up.
“Your place or mine? You can choose.” He says it with the same tone he used the whole night.
“Yours...”
It’s really happening! You say it with a very low voice, barely audible, but Leon definitely hears it loud and clear cause he starts leading you out right away.
Fireworks are going off in your head right now, you can’t believe what you just said. You’ve never done one-night-stand kind of stuff before, you don’t even go to the bars that much, and for the first time in years, you fast-forward it right into sleeping with someone you just met.
“Wait, I thought the drinks were on me.” You turn back, but his arm stops you.
“Not gonna happen.” He insists, “I’m a bit old-fashioned on this.”
You hum with disagreement, but he doesn’t budge.
The door opens and closes. Without the music, the street feels quieter than usual. Wind hits your face when you step out, and blows away the haze after alcohol.
“Here.”
You look over, and see Leon standing beside a bike.
“Wow!” You try to think about some compliments, but your brain is still lagging, “This is a… beautiful baby!”
“Right? This one is my favorite.” He gets on, and gives you a helping hand.
You climb on behind him. “You have a helmet, maybe?”
“Sorry, wasn’t expecting to bring anyone home tonight. Just hold on tight.”
You grab his jacket, but he grabs your arm and pulls you closer. You fall on his back, so board, face rubbing his jacket.
Well, sure. You lock your arms around his waist, and enjoy the feeling under your arms— Those abs...
You try to control yourself from touching around.
When the speed picks up, the wind gives you some goose bumps, so you hold on even tighter, and hide yourself behind his figure.
The whole trip on the bike is quiet, no one says anything. You use the time to rethink your decision of following Leon home, a man you just met for two hours, and come to the conclusion — you don’t regret any of it.
Now that you two have reached his door, you take a deep breath before going in.
“Thank you for having me over…” You say it like visiting a family’s place for a holiday, leaving your heels at the door.
“Just make yourself comfortable.” He tosses the key somewhere on the couch, “Want some water? Sorry, only water here, or more alcohol.”
“Yeah, water is fine.” You smile politely, and check out his place.
It’s a classic man’s cave, simple, without much decoration, but at least the trash isn’t everywhere, just a couple of boxes and papers scattered around on the table.
Leon walks to you with a cup of water.
“Oh. Thanks.”
Your eyes fix on him while he takes off his jacket, and your jaw drops.
“Wow.” Those arms… Like, biceps can get that big?!
“Saw something you like?” He throws his jacket on the couch, too.
“Saw something ridiculous…” You walk closer, and poke at his arm. “Seriously, how much protein shake do you have to consume a day to get this…”
You set your water down, wrap both hands around his arm, and squeeze. You can feel him flexing, cause it’s rock hard.
Then you pinch your own upper arm. It’s not that you don’t exercise at all, but the difference is pathetic.
You bite your lip.
You don’t know if you should feel turned on or jealous right now.
Leon raises one hand, hovering beside your palm. Slowly moving up, right at the same spot you were touching him, and circles around your arm…
He really likes to mirror your moves.
Your eyes trace his hand, and also unconsciously flex when his hand finally touches your arm, but it doesn’t make a difference. His hand can have a full grip, with his fingers wrap around, pretty much touching.
You stare at it, okay, you’re definitely turned on.
You breathe heavier when he drags you closer with that hand. Now your body is touching his. So warm…
You look up just to catch Leon looking at you too. It’s close enough for you to see every detail on his face, even the little gray stubble. And he likes to frown, there is a deep crack in between his brows, his expression is definitely not the most friendly and approachable, you wouldn’t want to talk to him if he was your professor back in school, but now it only makes you want to kiss his brows.
His hand moves to your lower back now. Tight, pressing you on his body. You can not only hear his breath, but also feel it as his chest heaves up and down. You couldn’t help it, but sync your breath with his, and that makes you realize that his breath is not that calm either…
It gives you courage.
You wrap your hands around his chin, like you’re ready for a hot and deep French kiss, but in reality, you just peck on his lips.
Leon lets out a sigh.
He has to admit that you have a big influence on him. How do you act so bold, and at the same time, so innocent? You probably don’t have a lot of experience, he thinks, and you don’t hide it.
Your expression is always so easy to read. Honest and straightforward, so he can see your affection towards him, he can smell that you want him, and he can tell that you weren’t lying when you said you don’t club. You’re the good girl type, probably your parents never have to worry about you skipping school, but now he has you follow him home, after just one drink. Oh, does that not fill his ego?
He grabs your chin, and demonstrates how he would kiss you in this situation.
The kiss lands on your eyes first, and your lashes flicker. Then on your nose, your chin, the corner of your lips. And finally, lips touching, from gentle to hard. You part your lips, and he slips the tongue in.
Your body instantly tenses up. That’s good… no, better than you imagined. You let out a shaky breath.
His tongue finds yours, and leads the rhythm. The shiver jolts up from your spine to the back of your head, which makes you chase his tongue, but when you lean in, he pulls away, and comes back before you wonder why he stops.
Your brain gets so dizzy when he finally breaks the kiss. You hum to protest, and realize how horny you sound.
Leon chuckles with his deep voice, “Bedroom?”
You nod, with a little embarrassment.
His arm tightens, lifts you with ease, but you suddenly break away.
He lets you go immediately, and examines your expression again, just in case you change your mind at the last second, but you don’t, you just worry about your dress.
“This.” You reach the zip of your dress on your back, and explain, “This is full of sequins and glitter, you don’t wanna that on your sheets, do you?”
You lower the zip. You will be more prepared if you remember that you don’t wear anything else but your panties underneath. So when the dress drops on the ground smoothly, you’re pretty much naked, while Leon is still fully dressed, admiring the view.
You cover your burning face instantly.
“A gift that unwraps themselves.” He sounds pleased.
“Shut up!”
“Don’t you think it’s a little too late to be shy now?” He gives you a princess carry.
You shut him up with your mouth, and he welcomes that.
Then you are thrown onto his bed, bouncing up a little. Leon, only stands beside the bed, and starts stripping his shirt slowly.
Is he putting on a show for you, too?
You watch it happen, the shirt slowly gets pulled up and reveals his lower abs, and you feel your mouth watering as you stare at his V-line disappearing under his belt. Your hand darts out for his belt before you even realize, you’re so eager to help…
Shirt lifts above the well-defined chest muscle, they look bigger when fully exposed.
The shirt is pulled over his head, the muscle movement on the wide shoulders, down to the muscular upper arms, the veins popping out on his forearms, connecting to his large and rough hands. The shirt finally falls on the ground, and his hand covers over yours on the belt.
Now you can admire Leon’s builds without anything in the way, but other things catch your attention more than how sexy he is. Those scars… Across his body, fainted ones, new ones… and different types, cuts, punctures, and bullet wounds…
“See? You’re definitely not a cop…” You murmur, fingers finding one particular long scar.
“Oh yeah?” You can see his abs tensing up whenever your fingers make contact with his body lightly.
“Cause these… just one of them, would end a cop’s career…” You really knew a lot of cops, and seeing these scars reminds you how they put their lives on the line all the time.
But it’s not the time to think about this. Leon already unbuckled and took off his belt himself since you took too long. His pants also drops on the ground, and he kicks them away.
Leon definitely doesn’t skip leg days, and then your attention is drawn to his brief… that bulge…
You already forgot what you were sad about, eyes not leaving his tent, fantasizing about his size… You feel your other lips are also watering now, or it’s finally too much that catches your attention. Your arousal is soaking your underwear every second.
You swallow hard.
He presses a knee in between your legs, and you fall back as he closes up the distance. His hands land on both sides of your head, his shadows completely cover you. The tension Leon is giving you is incredible, and those eyes... never leave your face…
You lock eyes with Leon, and he’s still frowning. Your fingers reach his brows and try to soothe them for him. He blinks, lashes tickling your palm.
“Can I kiss you?” You whisper.
He gives in easily, so you can practice the skills you just learned from him. You’re always a fast learner, but there are always situations you aren’t prepared enough for.
With both of you shirtless, when he leans lower, gradually putting a little weight on you, the friction between the skin touching is sending you electricity shocks down to your toes, making them curl.
You breathe hard in between the kisses, when his body fully settles in between your legs. Your legs wrap around his waist, and his bulge grinds into your clothed pussy.
You let out a choked moan.
“Pick a word.” Leon licks your ear with his dark voice.
“Wh-what?” You raise your chin, letting him nibble on your neck and ears.
“Pick a safe word. Sweety. I won’t stop unless you use this word.”
You can’t believe that your heart can beat even faster, and your pussy clench over nothing, because of the implications behind those words. You hesitate, and he patiently waits for you, until you whisper a word back.
“Got it.” He presses kisses on your shoulder and collarbones. His hands are holding your waist, one hand moving up slowly until it reaches your breast. At first, he just covers it with his palm, with the weight and warmth. You are at least average size, but now you look small under his palm.
Doesn’t feel any objection from you, he soothes his fingers around it, and then, adding a little squeeze to hear your sweet whines, you can feel the calluses are making you more sensitive than usual… His thumb finds your nipple, and draws a circle. You tremble, that feeling, somehow directly connecting to your pussy, makes you squeeze over nothing again.
“So soft…” He shifts lower, and you feel his breath touch your breasts. “Don’t wanna hurt you…’
“You won’t— Mhmm…” His kiss lands on your other nipple, and then covers it with his mouth.
When he sucks hard, combing the other hand, pinching your other nipple, you can’t hide your moans, and you don’t want to. It’s a good way to express your feelings, as you don’t know if you can form any more sentences tonight.
Your fingers dig into his hair, touching his scalp, and arching your chest into his mouth. His tongue presses into your nipple every time you moan, and he switches to sucking every time you arch your back. Rewarding every honest expression you give. Until you not only arch your back, but also raise your pelvis to find some friction.
“Can’t wait any longer?” A smug creeps up on his lips. “So needy…”
You agree with a whine, cause he’s not wrong, you have been needy this whole time, and you’re not ashamed about it, maybe a little shy because of his teasing.
He lets go of your breasts, and presses a string of kisses on your abdomen, down to your panties, a light kiss falls on the center of your clothed pussy.
You gulp.
His hands squeeze your hips, and the kisses fall on your inner thigh. His stubble rubs your sensitive skin there that has barely been touched.
You raise to your elbow, and watch him devour your thighs. You can feel your pussy clench harder and harder, the tension builds in your lower abdomen… You really can’t wait any longer.
Legs press around his head lightly, it’s your little urge. He chuckles between your legs, and whispers a “Patient…” The warm breath hits your soaked panties, sending another shiver up your spine.
You watch him hook a finger around the wet fabric, and push to the side. He intentionally looks up to search for your eyes before he presses his tongue on your bare pussy, and gives you a long and rich stroke, gathering all your wetness in one lick.
That’s so incredibly hot…!
“Already that wet? Huh? Just for me?” He teases even more.
“Yeahhh…” You whimper, with your brutal honesty, “For you… All for you…”
“That’s very generous of you…” He buries his head into your pussy, nose tip sliding through your folds, finding your clit.
You fall back onto the bed and let out a small cry, nothing feels better than this. He adds two fingers toying with your entrance while licking over your clit over and over again, and then… the tongue slips in with the help of his fingers, mimicking the pumping motion.
Leon is such a giver, you try to think with your flickering mind, the boyfriends you had in college before were always so eager to get to the point, so you did not expect the foreplay to be this long with him, from someone you just met. He wants you, no doubt, but it looks like he wants you to cum first. Before he allows himself to enjoy himself, he’s gonna make sure you enjoy. This thought in particular is melting your brain.
You can’t say you weren’t expecting this to be good with Leon, but realistically speaking, you have never cum from having sex, even though you enjoy the intimacy from it, you usually rely on your toys for orgasm… but tonight, might be different…
You're gonna cum, he's gonna make you cum…!
"Leon…" His name slips out with anticipation.
He hums for response, muffled between your legs. He pulls out his tongue, and moves back to your clit, and in exchange, one of his fingers slides into you.
"You taste so sweet." He licks another stroke over your clit, finger explores your walls, and presses around, "Make a drink for me, will you?"
"Mm-hmmm…" You grab the sheet and twist for his shameless words.
Then the second finger joins, slowly pumping in and out, and occasionally parting to prepare you for something bigger.
When his fingers reach deep enough, he finds the spot that feels different from elsewhere. You pant, trying to catch your breath.
He picks up the speed with his fingers, and sucking harder on your clit.
"Wait…!" You arch your back, feeling the tension build so much faster, "That's—"
“Easy… you’re doing great…” He coos in between his moves, “You can do it, just let go—”
Hands covering the mouth, cause you’re getting real loud here, at this hour, you don’t wanna receive a noise complaint later, but Leon catches your arm.
“Don’t you ever! Let me hear it, I want all of you, your voice, your pussy, your cum. All, mine.”
You comply, and change the meaningless moans to his name.
“Yeah, just like that. Let everyone hear who is fucking you right now, right here.”
That definitely works him up too, his fingers reach a merciless speed, hitting the right spot.
“Leon, Leon!! Please—”
“Come on, sweetheart, cum all over me. Let me taste you again?”
The endless thrusts, with a particular hard suck on your clit, you reach your first climax for tonight, gushing all over his chin like he asked for.
You scream, and your vision turns white. If this moment can last forever…
With your body locking up, you don’t realize that your legs are squeezing his head so hard that almost block his airway, but he doesn’t care. He just keeps his hands working, helping you ride out your orgasm, and hungrily lapping every drip of you, until you release your legs, and squirm away from overstimulation.
Leon stands up, and licks the last bit from his fingers.
“Such a good girl for me.” You can hear his shaky breath. “Loved your drink.”
Still speechless, throat hurting a little, you can only respond with another whimper.
He walks over to the nightstand, and takes out a condom, while you still try to recover. And when he pulls down his brief, his length pops out free, hitting his abs. You can’t move your eyes…
The color is darker than his skin, especially at the tip. It’s also longer than you imagine, than the boyfriend you had before, and at the same time, it’s also thick. You wonder, if you wrap your hand around it, would your index finger and thumb be touching…?!
“See how hard you get me?” Leon groans while putting the condom on, and jokes, “Your fault.”
“That’s—!” You choke on your saliva, “Am I even ready for that…?”
You can’t help but ask the owner of this marvelous dick.
“You trust me?” He bends down, yanks your soaked panties off in one swift move, making you feel so exposed.
You take a couple of deep breaths and nod.
He likes your courage, rewarding you with a kiss on the lips. You can taste yourself on him, you don't hesitate, start licking your own slick off his face right away. Tongue touching his rough chin, you love it, that stubble gives you an incredible sensation there.
He kisses you back, and resting his length on your folds, heavy. You can’t help but feel nervous, you grab his wrist like a plea.
“Relax…” He tries his best holding back, and not intruding you with one thrust. You have been challenging his self-control this whole time, his dick has been so hard that it even hurts a little. One hand grips your hip, and the other grips his length, the tip sliding up and down at your entrance. “Let me in?”
You just realize how obedient you can be in bed. Especially when he asks you nicely, when you know that he has the strength to flip you over and fuck you senseless, and when he shows you how confident and competent he is in every situation… You naturally accept that he is the one in control here, so you just do whatever he says, relaxing yourself for him, and welcoming him in.
“Ugh…!” When the tip breaks in, you still feel you are split in the middle, but it’s not painful. So you try to even your breath, and let him slide in more.
“Does it hurt?” Leon rests every couple of seconds, letting you get used to the stretch.
“No… just, sore…” Your hands find his neck, lower his body for you, to seek some comfort.
He leans in fully, and presses a kiss on your lip again. Now his body is fully touching yours, and the weight on your body doesn’t feel heavy, but necessary.
When he finally bottoms out, you both let out a satisfying moan. You never feel this stretched, this full, but finally complete.
“Ha, this is… unbelievable…” You chuckle a little, feeling proud of yourself for eating that whole length.
“I know. You’re… so perfect for me.” Leon exhales, “Ready?”
Before you can even reply, he already started, gently pulling out, and slamming back in hard. You don’t have the chance to realize that his self-control is finally slipping, you throw yourself deeper into the bed, and lock your legs around his waist.
“Fuck! That’s tight… you’re so tight!” He pants hard, and braces himself for your warm and welcoming pussy that’s sucking him in.
He doesn’t want to cum too fast, like those impatient young men. If you have to have sex with an old man like him, at least he wants to give you some good experience, and hoping you don’t regret after all these. He readjusts the angle, knees digging into the mattress, hands gripping your waist, and starts pounding you hard.
Your moan gets loud again.
“Good, Mhmm, it’s so… so good, Leon!” Your sight gets blurry, even when you try to look him in the eyes, your gaze is unfocused.
“Yeah? You like this?” He grunts with every word he says, voice husky, incredibly sexy.
“Yes… Yes!!” You don’t get to control the words coming out of your mouth, “It’s good… better, better than anything… ahh, there! Better than all my… toys!”
“Oh? Sorry, did I ruin you for your toys?” His eyes lock on your unfocused gaze, like a predator.
“Most, definitely…!!”
Don’t know what provokes him, but the thrust becomes even deeper and faster.
You feel like a small boat thrown into the storm in the center of the ocean, up and down, you can’t control anything, not your limbs, or your emotions. Your whine turns to sobbing, your eyes feel warm when a tear appears at the corner of your eye, you rest your arms over your face, feeling the warmth drop into your hair.
“Leon…! Makes me feel… so good… Please…”
You let your mouth run on autopilot, corrupting his mind.
He straightens his body, and untangles your legs around his waist. His hands hook on the back of your knees, pressing your thighs closer with each other, and push down closer to your stomach.
You black out for a second, the angle changes and the pressure increases, you can feel you are losing control…!
“Wait Leon! Slower…! I’m… I can’t…!!”
“Yes you can.” He keeps your legs in place, and penetrates you with his brutal force. He doesn’t touch your clit, but with your thigh clamp together and pressing down, it creates some overwhelming pleasure for you.
“Le — Please please please…!!” You scream for help, begging for something you don’t even know, but he knows.
“I know, princess, I know.” He grins.
Those thrusts…
"Come on, open up for me?"
Too deep!
"You're doing amazing."
Reaching your soul...
"Just a little bit more?"
Hitting the right spot, every, single, time…!
"Just give it to me, wanna see your pretty face go dumb again when you cum!"
Your whole body turns red, and pussy reacts to every word he says, but you don't have time to feel self-conscious about your facial expression when you cum, you have already reached that point.
Pleasure quickly adds up to the point that passes your limit, like a full cup of water that overflows… You cum so hard.
Wall clenching tighter, uncontrollably, making it hard for Leon to move, but he pushes through anyway. He doesn’t have enough brain cells to spare for you, to think if it would be too much for you. He keeps his speed, chasing his own pleasure, sloppier, messier, but still enough to extend your orgasm longer than you could bear.
You have no more strength to protest with words or body, your wall just automatically clamps hard to block the invasion. But the blockage turns into an incredible sensation for Leon, milking hard every inch of his length.
“Fuck…!” With one last thrust, he reaches as deep as he can, and cums in the condom.
You don’t recall anything after your orgasm, only the pleasure dances on your nerves, driving you crazy, feels like forever.
Leon finally slows down, and remembers that he needs air too. Panting hard, he slides out, and leaving you shivering with a feeling of emptiness. He throws the destroyed condom away, and comes back to you.
You’re still trembling.
He drops beside you, and embraces you in his arms, his hand soothing your hair, wiping your tears away, and gently patting your back, until you come back to him.
“Hey, you.” He smiles.
“Hey…” You’re still wheezing, but also gives him a wide smile.
“Got a little carried away. Hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Not at all…”You hide your face in the crook of his neck. “I liked it, thank you.”
He chuckles, “My pleasure. Sweetheart.”
You two lie side by side for a while, and he keeps touching your back, which calms you down. Your breath gradually evens out, and becomes long and quiet, you’re on the edge of falling asleep.
“Hey, hey?” He pats you a little harder.
He doesn’t mind you sleeping over at his place, but at least you will need a shower after all this mess. He also doesn’t mind helping you clean up, either; maybe he actually prefer that. Does he have any spare toothbrushes or towels?
You jolt awake, “Uh, sorry! I’m awake…”
“It’s okay, you can use the washroom first, shower and everything…”
“Thanks, Leon.” You quickly get up, and stumble around for your stuff. Purse, phone, and heels… and your dress. You rush to the washroom for the toilet and a brief cleanup.
“Easy, I’m not rushing you…”
“No, no… It’s just, I need to go home…”
“You can stay, if you want to?”
“I… Well, morning shift tomorrow, today actually, I won’t have enough time in the morning.”
“Alright, where do you live? I can give you a ride.” He gets up to look for his keys.
You look at him with surprise, “Ohh… It’s okay, I got this.”
“No way, I’m not letting you go out alone at this hour.”
“For real, I don’t give my address out so easily.” You say it with an obvious joking tone, “but thanks anyway.”
You rush to him, and give him a kiss. His hand immediately grabs you by your waist, like every time he does it tonight, like his arm already belongs to your waist. You are no better, your hand is on his abs, feeling it out one more time.
“It’s not safe to walk out this late.” He tries one more time.
“So I ordered an Uber.” You smile, “Don’t worry about me.”
One more kiss, you spin around and rush out of the door.
“See you around, Leon!”
Like you gave him your number, he scoffs, doubting if there is really another time.
Is this how a girl feels after a one-night-stand, when the heartless man just leaves right away?
His arm hangs in the air for a little longer, feeling cold without your temperature against him…