Obsession (13 page)

His huge pool even had a sunken seating section in the middle of it, complete with a fire pit and mood lighting.

How neat was that?

Thankfully it didn’t take me long to find Leo in the kitchen, speaking on his phone in Spanish. I’d picked up a phrase or two growing up, but he was obviously fluent. His eyes tracked me the moment I entered and I gave him a little wave. He didn’t wave back, but he did continue to watch me as I spotted my purse and jacket laid out on the big kitchen table. I dug through my bag until I found my phone, sighing when I saw the battery was at ten percent.

While Leo continued to talk, I responded to my messages then checked my school email for any assignment updates.

“Sorry about that,” Leo said from right next to me.

I gave a little startled gasp, then shook my head. “Jeez, for someone so big, you’re really quiet.”

He shrugged, then gave me an appreciative look. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you—I mean, thank you for the dress and everything else. You really didn’t have to. I would have been okay with something from Target.”

“Allow me to spoil you. It makes me happy.”

“Spoiling women makes you happy?”

He shook his head. “No, spoiling
you
makes me happy.”

“Why?”

“Because you deserve it.”

“Oh.” My phone chimed with a text from Kayla, telling me she needed me to stop by the dry cleaners for her, then to go to the drugstore for her.

I love my friend, I really do, but sometimes I feel like she thinks I’m her servant.

Frowning, I typed back a reply that I was busy and got a pleading message back, begging me to do it for her.

Kayla doesn’t like to be told no. She likes it even less when being told no resulted in her having to do something she didn’t want to do, which was everything. Seriously, the girl was twenty-one years old and she’d gone grocery shopping for herself, by herself, once. It was always “Hannah, can you” and “Hannah, while you’re out”, and stupid me, I always put up with it, afraid I’d make her mad and lose her friendship. Normally I’d cave, but there was no way in hell I was leaving Leo’s side to run errands for Kayla.

I sent her a brief “no” back and got a bunch of frowny faces in return.

Great, I’d be getting the cold shoulder from her when I got home.

“When do you have class next?”

“Um—Monday.”

His rough, calloused hands cupped my face and I set my phone on the table before I dropped it. “Stay with me.”

“What?”

Leaning forward, he brushed his tempting lips over mine, causing a wave of heat to unfurl inside of me. “Stay with me. For the weekend.”

“Seriously?” I meant for my statement to come out as incredulous, but instead it sounded hopeful.

Even though I fought it, my ultra needy side loved the idea of never leaving the man who made me feel so amazing. It was like being drugged around him, my entire being tingling at his touch, my nipples hardening with anticipation. I knew how well he could fuck me, how good it felt to have him inside of me, and like a kid who’d just had her first bite of ice cream, I wanted more.

“Yes. There is no one I’d rather spend time with than you.”

Remembering all of Joy’s speeches about not thinking every man I dated was the love of my life, and not grasping on to every guy who gives me any attention, I tried to pull away, but one of Leo’s hands slid into the back of my hair and fisted it.

My voice came out breathy as I said, “I don’t want to be an imposition.”

His grip eased into a caress, and my eyes went half-lidded with pleasure as he began to run his fingers through my hair, slow and steady in a soothing rhythm. “Do you want to stay with me? Honestly.”

The seductive, yet demanding tone of his voice flipped some submissive switch inside of me. “Honestly, yes.”

“Then stay.”

“It’s not that easy. Kayla has dry cleaning,” I said lamely, scrambling for an excuse.

On some level, I knew this was all happening too fast, that something was off, but the strength of Leo’s personality overwhelmed me. “What does your roommate’s dry cleaning have to do with us?”

“I…well…nothing?”

“That’s right, nothing. I like you, Hannah, and I don’t like many people in this world. I’d like to spend more time with you. You may not have enough experience to recognize it, but what we have between us…it’s special, and I’d like to explore it further with you.”

My inner teenage romantic just swooned, but I managed to rally my defenses and not melt into a dreamy-eyed puddle at his feet. “I like you too, but I hardly know you.”

“All the more reason to stay the weekend with me. We’ll get to spend time together, just us. For all I know, you could be annoying as shit, one of those girls who won’t eat any bread and considers bacon a caloric sin. Or the kind of woman has more shoes than brain cells. Quick, which can you name faster, five presidents or five up-and-coming New York designers?”

Laughing, I pushed lightly at his chest. “Washington, Adams, Jefferson, Madison, and James Monroe.”

The lines around his mouth creased and his eyes sparkled with laughter. “In chronological order, nice.”

“Well, I did think about teaching junior high American History at one point, but then I did some student teaching at a middle school with my roommate, Joy, and we decided there is no way in hell either of us could deal with all those kids going through puberty at once. It was terrible. The girls were bitchy and the boys were trying to hump against anything that stood still long enough to grind on.”

He burst out into laughter then pulled me into his arms, nuzzling his face against me, his slight scruff abrading the sensitive skin of my neck. “Stay with me.”

The demanding growl of his voice sent my hormones into a tailspin, but I managed to keep my mind out of my pants, and his, for a minute. “Okay, but I’m not committing to the whole weekend. We’ll do this one day at a time. And I do need to run home and get my stuff.”

“No,” he said quickly then looped a possessive arm around my waist and pulled me close.

“No?”

“I have supplies on the way for you. Anything you need, I’ll get for you. Our time together is precious and I don’t want to waste it dealing with trivial shit.”

“Supplies?” I glanced at the green numbers on the clock above the stove. “At eight at night?”

“Trust me,” he purred, then leaned down so he could lick the side of my neck. “All I want to do is take care of you. You may not believe me now, but someday you’ll understand just how much your life is about to change for the better.”

I wanted to have faith in him, very much, but I’d been so foolish with my heart in the past I had a hard time believing this too-good-to-be-true man, in his too-good-to-be-true house, with his amazing dick and filthy mouth, wasn’t some kind of illusion.

No, my entire being was burning with desire, so hyperaware that even my most vivid of dreams could never match this intensity. Everything felt like…more. More colorful, more intense, and unbelievably filled with sensations. I came to life in Leo’s presence, and I wanted to savor this rush for as long as I could.

And I needed another taste of him.

Or should I say, I needed him to take another taste of me.

As I stared at his mouth, my clit began to gently pulse and I leaned forward, unusually bold with my desires. “Are you still mine to command?”

He glanced down at the gold watch on his thick wrist. “For another four hours or so.”

A quiver of excitement tightened my internal muscles and I was shaking with anticipation and nerves as I gave in to my desires and said, “Then I want you down on your knees, eating my pussy, now.”

The width of his chest and shoulders seemed to swell, to grow wider, to thicken somehow as he loomed over me. His dick had certainly hardened again, the form of it pressing against his dark jeans, making me short of breath with desire. Maybe I should have skipped foreplay and gone right for the main course.

“Anything you want, baby girl.” He licked his lips and everything inside of me buzzed with anticipation. “But at midnight, you’re mine.”

Sucking in a quick breath, I didn’t even have time to steady myself before he sank to the floor before me, still impossibly big and dangerous. He licked down the valley between my breasts, exposed by the dress, his tongue incredibly soft and wet. My nipples were tingling and my body grew slick with want. Unable to resist, I gathered his hair into my hands and gently pulled on it, his soft and light kisses over the swell of my breast relaxing me further. While the wild and rough sex I’d experienced with him was wonderful, there was something to be said for the almost worshipful way he was touching me. Every once in a while, he’d pull back and just look at me like he couldn’t really believe I was here.

I lost sight of him after he winked then threw the skirt of my dress over his head. Reaching back, I braced myself on the black slate countertop and widened my stance at his urging. I didn’t know what to do with myself while he kissed my panty-covered mound, didn’t know where to look or how to focus on anything other than Leo. He was a hurricane and I was the sparrow in the storm, singing my heart out but totally eclipsed by his roaring presence. Yet his hands were incredibly tender as they peeled my panties down, and the delicate swipe of his tongue parting my slit had me offering myself to him.

His pleased murmur made me smile and I closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling of his tongue tracing between the folds of my inner and outer lips, clenching internally when he bit one swollen labia hard enough to sting. Right away he sucked that tender flesh into his mouth and soothed the pain, turning it into pleasure as he slowly inserted first one, then two fingers inside of me, stroking me with slow, easy, devastating pumps that tightened my sex and made me gasp.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Leo said from beneath my dress, “rub that sweet cunt on my mouth.”

I almost lost my balance but he braced me with one of his hands behind my ass while he continued to finger fuck me with the other. My clit twitched against his lips as the way he said “baby girl” rolled through my mind, turning me on by its taboo nature. The thrill of doing the forbidden, of being dirty, had always been my secret vice. Well, maybe not so secret. My eBook collection was full of stepbrothers, forbidden office affairs, and taboo couples like priests and nuns. So being Daddy’s baby girl fell right into what turned me on.

In a mindless state of arousal now, I moaned and did as he asked, my hips moving against his lips while he stuck his tongue out and let me rub my clit against it. “Thank you, Daddy, it feels so good.”

He growled against my pussy and the vibration had me going up on my toes. With ruthless efficiency, he sucked on my clit and I realized he’d been playing with me, stretching this out, because he could make me come in less than ten seconds if he put his mind to it. Tremors shook my legs and he guided me down to the floor so I was on my back, Leo eating my orgasm the whole damn time.

If I hadn’t been coming my brains out on his greedy tongue, I would have been impressed by his coordinated movements. As it was, all I could do was tell him over and over again in a weak voice how good he was, how hard I came, and how much I loved his tongue, his cock, his fingers, and just about every other body part of his that brought me pleasure.

When he finally raised his head from beneath my skirt, I was puzzled by the fact that he didn’t look at me. No, he stared over my head with an arrogant smirk as he stood while helping me to my wobbly feet. I was dizzy for a moment, swaying before he steadied me, his gaze still trained behind my back.

When I turned around to try to figure out what he was looking at, I screamed and darted behind him, humiliation filling me as three men dressed in black suits stared back at me.

Awesome, three strangers had just watched me climax, then babble about how wonderful Leo’s thick fingers were, how much I loved them stuffed inside of me.

They were all Hispanic, with lovely dark skin and thick black hair that they both spiked on top. They stared back at me with impassive expressions, as if finding Leo eating out a girl in his kitchen was the norm. Leo growled next to me and suddenly of the guys looked over my shoulder, obviously pretending I didn’t exist.

The third man who continued to watch me, despite Leo’s territorial growl, was a very handsome, but intimidating dark-haired man in his early thirties, with skin the warm tone of lightly creamed coffee. Like Leo, he had longer hair than was currently in fashion, but his was slicked back and tied in a low ponytail that somehow managed to look sexy instead of sleazy. He was wearing a nice suit and grinning hard enough that a dimple appeared in his tanned cheek. There was something about him, maybe the hint of a tattoo that I saw peeking up around the collar of his white dress shirt, that reminded me of the boxers I would see through the window of the gym near my apartment, muscled but compact, all power and speed instead of brute strength like the two behemoths behind him.

To complete my humiliation, Leo sucked the fingers he’d had inside of me into his mouth, licking them clean with obvious relish before growling out, “What do you want?”

The dimpled man cleared his throat. “I brought the items you requested. When Judith told me what you needed, I had to come see for myself the only woman allowed to call you by your first name.”

“What?” I stared up at Leo. “What’s he talking about?”

“Get out,” Leo growled, ice coating his gaze and making my belly cramp with a rush of fear. “Now.”

Holding up his hands, the cocky man stared back at Leo, the smile falling from his face as if it had never been there, leaving behind a really scary guy. His hazel-green eyes were dead, cold—kind of like Leo’s right now. But something about him let me know he was afraid of the man holding me to his side. I hate to admit it, but I liked that people were afraid of Leo, and that I was safe with him in a way they never could be. I’m not sure how I knew this, I just did, as well as I knew Leo was getting more and more pissed with each passing second. Being hyperaware of others’ emotional states means I can sense someone’s growing anger when normal people still can’t detect it.

The strangers facing us were close to the edge of violence and I needed to diffuse the situation. The rising tension scared me enough that I managed to shrug off my embarrassment and force a smile. While they’d heard plenty, they didn’t get to see more than my skirt moving around as Leo practically licked me into a coma of pleasure.

I could pretend nothing was wrong and be an adult about the situation. “Hi, my name’s Hannah Barnes, nice to meet you.”