Nerds Are Freaks Too (11 page)

Roxanne gritted her teeth. No matter how delicious his hands
felt, she was
not
going to cave. Not with her boots on the line…

Who am I kidding?
She should’ve admitted defeat the
moment he’d touched her. And now all he was doing was working her into a
sex-induced frenzy. Each squeeze of his hands plucked at her clit, making it
swell. Every pass of his hands tweaked her nipples, turning them into hard
little knots. And the barrier itself seemed to only heighten the eroticism of
her vulnerable position, kindling a slow burn that needed more fuel―like
a long, slow fuck.

By the time his hands encircled her ankles, Roxanne would
have agreed to being buried in her boots, just so he’d bury
himself
balls-deep in her pussy. “I’ll keep them on!” Roxanne gushed. To hell with
having the upper hand when she wanted
his
hands all over her. “Just stop
torturing me.”

“Good girl,” he praised, grasping her legs and sliding them
tight together then far apart. Roxanne shivered when more cherry filling
bubbled up to coat her closely shaved mound. “I think you deserve to be
rewarded,” he continued, drawing a figure-eight pattern through the pie filling
on her skin, causing Roxanne to arch toward him. “Want to take a guess at what
it could be?”

A hard cock stretching and banging my pussy?

Leo’s finger stilled, drawing Roxanne’s attention. Had she
spoken aloud in her delirium? His eye color had deepened and he sucked his
finger as if he was ready to do the same to her. Roxanne prayed he would, and
soon. She’d been ready since the moment he’d stepped from the car.

“You’ll get your dessert soon,” he said. “In my house, it’s
always gentlemen first…up to a point.” Gripping her hips, Leo bent forward and
settled his head between her thighs.

Roxanne tended to lose it when men went down on her, especially
if they knew what they were doing. She had a pretty good feeling Leo was going
to blow her top.

He swirled his tongue over the slight indenture in her right
knee and Roxanne shuddered. His lips were firm and demanding as he began a slow
crawl up her thigh, punctuated by licks and kisses. Each languid caress and bob
of his dark head seemed to ignite every single nerve ending from the point of
contact straight to her clit. Roxanne shuddered and ground her ass into the
table, further coating herself in pie filling.

If her body was reacting like this to simple kisses, she was
in deep trouble.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commanded.

Roxanne decided she didn’t mind his authoritative tone since
the order directly benefited her pleasure. Her quick compliance was further
rewarded with a swipe of his tongue through the short hairs covering her sex.
The sight was so erotic, she almost came.

“I can’t tell which cherry is sweeter, you or the pie.” Leo
pursed his lips as if he were a sommelier dissecting a vintage. “At least I
have all night to find out.”

Roxanne moaned, her eyes crossing when he tugged her pussy
lips apart with his thumbs. A sweet, tortuous ache settled in her belly. Her
legs started to quiver and the strength to hold herself upright was becoming increasingly
elusive.

As she slipped to her elbows, she wondered if she would last
through the night.

Using a broad swipe of his tongue, Leo cut a hot path
forward from her tiny puckered hole to the swollen bud throbbing at the peak of
her slit.

“Leo…that feels so good!” she cried as he pulled and sucked
at her flesh. Her response rocked him to his very soul. She bucked against him,
her hips almost coming off the table. His grip tightened but she kept bucking,
rolling and pumping her mound against his lips. The more she moved, the harder
he got and the more he wanted her. If that was even humanly possible. He’d
waited for this moment for so long he could barely think straight.

“Leo, I want…” She threaded her fingers through his hair and
tugged, filling him with such immense pleasure, Leo’s eyes almost rolled to the
back of his head.

“Tell me what you want.” His blew against her heated flesh
and she shuddered against him.

“I want
you
. Hard and thick, pumping inside me.”

“In due time. Now sit back and enjoy.” Leo was shocked at
how calm he sounded, considering he felt like a hungry bear just waking from
hibernation. So much so that he hauled her legs up and back until her thighs
rested on her chest. She was practically curled in on herself—and at the
perfect angle for what he wanted to do next.

Leo shoved the pie box aside and placed his tongue against
her anus. And almost came.

She tasted better than any dessert, and not just because her
behind was caked with one. With a slow, easy glide, he rimmed the tight, puckered
hole, licking her clean. With each swirl of his tongue, she moaned and
whimpered and clutched at his arms, her hands twisting the sleeves of his
sweater. She was exactly how he liked his women—under his complete control.

Her response kindled his and something inside him clicked,
set him off. Bending her deeper into position, he covered the hole completely
with his mouth. He quickened his pace, rimming her until she squirmed and her
pleas bordered on begging. Leo resisted the urge to turn her over, give in to
her cries and sink balls-deep. For one, she needed to learn who was in control.
And two, she tasted too good to stop now.

Giving in to his desires and continuing to ignore her pleas,
he speared her pussy with his tongue.
Ah, damn!
Her honey was so
deliciously warm, her body so tight, he almost creamed. Leo reached down and
palmed his cock. As he returned his tongue to her hole, he imagined himself
inside her there.
In time
, he mused. In good, sweet time, he’d have this
ass!

Leo strapped her to a dizzying, erotic ride. When she was
close to the edge, shouting and grabbing at his shoulders, he retreated. But as
soon as she recovered, he worked her body into another frenzy.

Over and over again, Leo played this game of cat and mouse.
But he could tell no matter how much he backed off, she wasn’t coming all the
way down. Her sharp, panting breaths marked his tongue’s driving rhythm. Her
body had tightened under him and her juices ran down the crack of her ass. Her
orgasm was already gathering energy and all she needed was a little push.

“I’m going to come,” she ground out.

Not yet
, his mind rebelled. Leo ripped his mouth away
from her. He ignored her cry of protest. “Not yet, Roxie. You are
not
to
come until I tell you to.”

She moaned and clawed at the kitchen table. Leo squeezed his
eyes shut, trying to stop
himself
from coming. He was going to ruin this
before it even began. There was nothing he loved more than to have complete
control over his lover’s responses.

“More control?” she squeaked.

Leo grinned. She was a quick study. “Total.”

He watched as she gazed up at the kitchen’s vaulted tray
ceiling, panting. After a long pause, she released a drawn-out groan and her
hands relaxed. Leo chuckled. She’d made a mess of her hair. What curls she
hadn’t crushed, stood out at odd angles like she’d just rolled out of bed.
Gorgeous.

She looked at him. “You think this is funny, don’t you?”

He shook his head. “No, but I do love your responses and
your tenacity.”

Roxanne looked back up at the ceiling. “Just trying to keep
my eyes on the prize.”

“Good,” he praised, circling her clitoris with his thumb.
His cock jumped at her deep inhale and exhale. “Are you ready for more?”

“Born ready.”

Holding her open with his thumbs, Leo fell back between her
legs. He guided his tongue over her labia to her clit. He drew the sensitive
flesh into his mouth slowly.

“So sweet,” he murmured, sinking a thumb into pussy and his
middle finger in her ass. Caught by surprise at the double penetration,
Roxanne’s hips jerked, driving his digits deeper.

“Ohh…Leo…that feels so
gooood
!” she panted, grinding
her hips back and forth over his greedy mouth and fingers.

Her praise galvanized him. He sucked her clit with
increasing gusto and pumped his fingers in perfect timing. He stretched and
filled her, causing her to expel another gut-wrenching groan.

In no time, he had her lingering on the edge. Her head fell
from side to side and she started to pant his name over and over. The sight was
mind-blowing. Leo felt his nerve endings mesh into one exquisite sensation that
ran through his body like electricity, tightening his balls.

“Oh, Leo, I don’t think I can take it anymore…”

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he breathed against her before
using his tongue to flick her clit rapidly.

“Pleeease,” she whimpered.

“Please what?” He wasn’t going to make this easy.

“Do it! Take me over the edge.”

Leo gave and gave, manipulating her flesh until he was
unmindful of the time of day or even what day it was altogether; the only
certain knowledge, that he knew how to push all her buttons.

“Let go. Let go, Roxie!”

His words acted like a catalyst, tipping her like a scale.
Her back bowed from the kitchen table and a scream exploded from her lips.

“That’s it, baby, come for me…only for me.”

“Only you,” Roxanne declared.

Leo continued to milk her instead of allowing her to come
back down. Caught up, he rode her, his tongue and fingers working as one,
controlling her in her release as she now controlled him. Once again,
incoherent words spilled from her lips as he pushed her toward yet another
climax.

* * * * *

Lethargic, Roxanne cuddled against him. After her third
orgasm, Leo had scooped her up in his arms and walked them down a short hallway
to the mansion’s elevator.

“Where are we going, baby?”

Leo nipped the side of her neck. Roxanne groaned and pressed
into him. “I’m taking you upstairs to clean you up. Then we’re going to get
down and dirty again. I’m going to feed you some of my cock. How does that
sound?”

His words made the walls of her pussy clench. Still, she
couldn’t help joking with him. “I’m watching my calories. I don’t want my
curves to get out of control.”

Blue eyes twinkling, Leo bit the swell of both breasts. Her
nipples puckered in gratitude. “I guess you didn’t get the memo? Protein does
the body good.”

“I thought that was milk?” Roxanne chuckled.

“I’m going to feed you some of that too.” Leo gazed at her
and Roxanne’s toes curled. “It’s a little thicker and stickier than you’re
probably used to.”

Roxanne leaned forward and drew his bottom lip into her
mouth. She took her time tracing him with her tongue, needing to memorize his
taste. When she finally let go, his chest rose and fell rapidly. “I plan on
drinking up every…last…drop.”

Leo banged on the elevator button. “I have the slowest
elevator in all of Chicago.”

* * * * *

Leo’s master bedroom was located on the top floor along with
a mini-laundry room, a home gym and a guest bedroom. A little under four
hundred square feet, Leo’s personal sanctuary, as he’d dubbed it, occupied a
third of the top floor, and like the rest of the house, boasted Brazilian
hardwood floors and modern furniture that complemented the room’s clean lines.

Despite its size, the room didn’t come across as a museum.
Roxanne had done a good job breaking the room up into different livable spaces.
If he wanted to watch TV or read a book, he could do both in a sitting area
created in front of a floating fireplace, several bookcases and a flat-screen
television. If he needed to send an email, surf the internet or send a fax, a
smaller version of his home office blended effortlessly between the sitting and
sleeping areas, separating the two.

The bedroom was a home within a home, and Roxanne’s favorite
room in the entire house. In fact, whenever she came over they usually hung out
up here playing cards or watching TV.

“Don’t move,” he said after depositing her in the middle of
his California king-size platform bed.

“What about the duvet?” she asked, feeling the sticky
remnants of pie filling on her skin.

“I couldn’t give a damn about the bedding.” Leo smiled then
turned on his heel and walked into the bathroom, returning almost immediately.
“Open your legs, babe, so I can wash you.”

When Roxanne opened her eyes, Leo sat next to her on the
bed, a wet washrag in his hand. Her gaze traveled over his bare chest and she
sighed. He was too gorgeous for words. His torso was chiseled with hard abs and
well-defined pecs offset by nipples the color of walnuts.

Despite her blatant desire for him, lying in his bed felt
odd. He was the same old Leo she enjoyed being around, who she shared her
secrets with, but now he was something entirely new. He was her lover.

One of Leo’s eyebrows shot skyward and he stroked her with
the warm, wet cloth. “Not getting shy on me now, are you?”

Roxanne pushed up on her elbows and cocked her head. “This
feels strange, like we’ve just met for the first time.”

Leo rolled her over, whisked the duvet from beneath her then
ran the washcloth between her cheeks. Roxanne’s breath caught in the back of
her throat “This is just another facet of our relationship, like adding another
piece to a collection, making it almost complete.”

Water dribbled over her ass and Roxanne looked over her
shoulder, her attention on the hand now stroking between her thighs. Despite
the cloth’s heat, she shivered.

“Do you know what would make all of this complete?”

“No,” Roxanne breathed, her eyes falling to half mast.

“Marry me.”

Chapter Eight

If
that
didn’t come out of left field.

“W-what?” she stuttered, turning to face him.

“Will you marry me?”