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This is stupid. This is so unbelievably stupid.
You stood there, white knuckled fist hovering just an inch from the white door that you had last seen five months ago.
You’ve had sex with this man–filthy, erotic sex, yet you’re terrified to even knock on his door? It’s pathetic. It's pathetic you’re even back here, like you’re some hussy off the street begging for round two. Something uneasy settled in the pit of your stomach.
You’d been so utterly spent after your last ordeal here you’d passed out in his bed instead of leaving. You’d woken up wrapped in his sheets, the other side of the bed neatly made and adorned with a small scrap of paper saying he’d been called into work but you were free to leave whenever you liked.
You wanted to groan out loud just thinking about it. He’d probably been too nice to wake you and tell you to get the hell out of his place. Honestly, who the hell actually stays the night after a stray hookup instead of retreating into the safety of one’s own apartment?
You, apparently.
You’d hightailed it out of there soon after waking, just in case he could somehow know whether or not you lingered even long enough to brush your hair before fleeing. Your roommate had laughed herself silly when you’d sauntered in with ragged hair, wide eyes and the same clothes on from the day before.
You should leave, before anyone sees you and reports back to Leon that a young woman had been staring at his door for several long, creepy minutes.
Your teeth sank into your lip as you fist slowly lowered, why had you even decided to stop by? You’d been on your way home from work when some road work had forced you to take an alternate route. You couldn’t even stop yourself when you crossed his building and the memories of that night hit you like a brick. You’d stopped and glanced up the tall building like you’d somehow see the man in question through the window. Next thing you knew you were stepping off the elevator and coming face to face with his door.
Jesus, you obviously know why you were here, it was because you wanted to see him again. You couldn’t help but think back on that night and fantasize about how devastatingly amazing it had been. And it wasn’t just the sex–no, it was Leon. From what you could make out, he was so sure of himself, so steady, and mature you couldn’t help but think about him. Surely you couldn’t be the only one of the two that continued to think about that evening…
Or could you just be an infatuated girl drooling over an older, experienced man?
Before you could think better of it, your fist raised again and rapped against the door. One knock, Two, then you quickly stopped.
Shit–why did you just do that?
Why the hell would you think it was a good idea to just show up here, unannounced and practically a stranger?
Your hand shot up to your mouth like it was the only thing keeping you from cursing. You need to leave, surely he’d have answered by now if he was home right? Maybe this is a good thing, now you won’t have to face the shame of showing up on his doorstep like some lovesick puppy.
You turned, only managing one single step before you heard movement on the other side of the door. Oh shit–
The lock clicked, and you didn’t have time to flee before the door was open and there he was. Water dripped from his hair to his exposed torso, all the way down to the white towel he was holding at his waist. The sight was enough to make your legs turn to jelly, and you couldn’t help the widening of your eyes before you tore them back up to his face.
His brows raised slightly as he pushed a wet lock of hair behind his ear and said your name.
He remembered your name.
“Hi–” You said, too animated to sound like anything but word vomit, “I was in the neighborhood–I’m sorry I didn’t realize–” You gestured to his towel but quickly switched away, “I was just driving past after work and–”
His brows continued to rise as he watched your words spew like last night's dinner, digging you into a hole of embarrassment so deep you'd surely be buried alive.
Rest in peace. Condolences. Never to be heard from again.
“Do you want to come in?”
“Do I–what?” You finally stopped talking.
He smiled slightly, maybe just to put you at ease, “Yeah. I’m getting water all over the carpet.” He nodded down to the floor, where sure enough he was creating a pool of soggy rug.
No, just say you wanted to say hi, leave and forget this ever happened.
You went to do just that, but as his chest flexed and the planes of his abs shifted as he moved to the side of the door, you couldn’t do anything but move toward him like he was a damn magnet. You stepped over the patch of wet carpet, trying hard not to stare at his physique as you entered his home.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were busy,” You finally said as he shut the door.
“I’m not,” He said, grip adjusting on his towel, “I just got home from a mission.”
“Shit, I’m sorry. I can go, I’m sure you’re tired and don’t want–”
He raised a hand, silencing you, “If I was busy or tired, I’d say so.”
You need to calm down or you might give yourself an aneurysm and bleed out right here. You nibbled at the inside of your cheek for a second, “Okay, sorry.”
He nodded, and carded a hand through his wet hair again. “So, you were in the neighborhood?”
You nodded, “Yes, I was on my way back from work and just…” Just what, stopped because you were desperate to see him again. Fuck, you should have taken a shot of liquid courage before even considering all this, maybe then you could get a handle on your tongue.
“Stopped by,” He finished, “What do you do for work?”
Right, because all he really knows if you have a history of unsatisfying ex boyfriends and that you are so easily turned into a mewling mess beneath him.
“I write a small column in the newspaper,” You said, fingers hooking together to stop from idly plucking at your skirt..
“Newspaper?” He said, eyes skipping to the couch, “The tribune?”
You turned, following his gaze to the newspaper perched on the arm of the couch. The same couch where he had you screaming his name just five months ago.
“Yeah, it’s really small and honestly embarrassing so don’t bother looking,” You said, but before you could finish the sentence he was already crossing the room and retrieving the paper.
He flipped through the first two pages, “You gonna tell me the name or leave me to wonder if you write Steve’s fiscal financial corner?”
You grimaced to his absurdly muscled back. “Broke, Busy, and Beautiful.” You mumbled, hoping he didn’t hear you and managed to track down some much less embarrassing column.
He flipped two more pages, finger skimming to the left side right where your biweekly column was printed. His eyes skimmed the small lettering, and after a second a small smile curled at his mouth, “This is funny.”
“Oh, Thanks.”
That particular column had been about the awkward, drunken conversations one has with an uber driver in the wee hours between Saturday and Sunday. Thankfully it was not your most embarrassing work.
“How long have you done this?”
You shrugged, “Almost a year. It started as a web column but they expanded it to print as well.”
Margaret, who had written Margo’s marvelous kitchen had been accused of stealing recipes from online mommy blogs and instead of apologizing went to war with a mom-influencer and lost–big time.. She swiftly lost her sanctioned plot on the paper after her horrendous response video that accused the mommy influencer of using her children as rhetorical ammunition.
Your column had been online only until that frightful Tuesday that had your boss cam trudging into your corner of the shared office and offered you the spot he was so desperate to fill. Your work had done pretty well online, and you loved browsing the comments so you’d agreed to printing twice a week.
Leon nodded, eyes skimming your small plot of black and white.
“Is that what you want to do? Write?”
You nodded, “I’ve always had a knack for it.” You had a few young author awards perched on your parents old china cabinet to prove as much.
Leon paused for another moment
“So if I track down the paper from five months ago, am I gonna see a scathing review about men who disappear and leave behind notes?” He said, glancing up from paper with a raised brow.
His face alone was enough to send you fumbling for words, but with the direct nod toward the evening you’d spent together? You’re done for.
“No–No. I didn’t–I mean I wouldn’t.”
You didn’t what–Write about it? Because you did, and the online readers had eaten up every letter of your brief synopsis of what makes older men far superior to overhyped young guns. How an older man is the better way to discover exactly what kind of pleasure you were seeking in life. Good god if he read that–
“I’m sorry to have left you with a note,” He returned the paper to the armrest, “I was called at the last minute.”
“You don’t have to apologize, I should have left the night before. It was rude of me to stay, and it’s rude of me to show up here unannounced.”
You took half a step back toward the door. Fuck, why can’t you just act normal around him for five damn seconds. You’d never had trouble like this before him, it was like a pair of pale blue eyes and corded muscles was all it took to empty your brain entirely.
“Nothing you did was rude,” He said, head cocking slightly, “But I would like to know why you decided to come see me today.”
Your mouth opened and closed, unable to form words.
His gaze sharpened a fraction as he approached, droplets of water still coasting down to rippling planes of his muscles.
“Go on,” He said, stopping just one step in front of you as his hand moved toward your face. He tipped your chin higher with thumb and forefinger, making you stare up at him, “Use your words.”
A delicious type of chill snaked down your body, originating from the place where his skin met yours.
“I wanted to see you.” You finally managed, heat searing every inch of your face as he took you in.
“Be more specific,” He whispered, seeing right through you.
“I wanted to…wanted to have sex again.”
“Hmm,” He hummed, finger tightening on your chin just a fraction, “I’m surprised it took you this long to come back to me.”
The way he said it had sparks dancing along your spine.
“I–didn’t know if you’d want me,” You admitted, barely able to take in a full breath.
He tutted, a smirk spreading across his face, “Was last time not a big enough clue? Perhaps we’ll need to try again.”
You nodded.
“But last time I did something for you,” He said, eyes snaking up your body like he was plotting exactly where he was going to drag his tongue, “This time you’re going to do something for me.”
You didn’t even have to bother nodding, because he used his grip on your chin to do it for you. “Good girl.” He dropped his hand, “Now, I think it’s time I finished my shower.”
And with that he turned, heading for a door at the farside of the room and leaving you to trail behind him.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
This is really happening, but this time you’re doing something for him. Doubt began pooling in your stomach. What if you’re not good? What if you do something so painfully embarrassing you died right here and now?
The sound of the shower picked up as Leon finally reached the door and swung it open to let out the steam that had been accumulating this whole time.
His bathroom was nice, and accented with gray and white towels hanging on the rack on the wall. The shower itself was large, taking up the whole back wall of the room and lined with pale gray tile. The steam clung to the glass door, blurring the bottles of toiletries perched on the inner shelf.
Leon let the door close behind you and turned to lean his lower back against the sink. His eyes skirted down your body for a second, “Will you be joining me?” He asked, smiling slightly.
His words dragged creamy talons down your spine as you realized he wanted you to strip in front of him, throwing you right back to that night that he had you touch yourself in front of him. If you could do that, surely you can do this–right?
You hooked your fingers around the lip of your shirt, and threw it over your head, letting it drop to the tile at your feet. He watched every move, his hand on the towel at his waist tightening as you moved on to your skirt. You slowly dragged it down your legs before letting it drop and pool at your feet.
He ate up your body. Everywhere his eyes went, heat scorched you. Something churned in your chest, anxiety doing hurdles between your ribs as you hooked two fingers around your panties.
You could feel the swell of uncertainty building beneath your skin, and surely it would be obvious in your body language now, but…why? Why should you be nervous?
He answered the door when he could have simply looked through the spyhole and retreated. He invited you inside when he could have easily said he was busy and turned you away. You may have initiated the contact at the bar those months ago but he brought you home and made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in those moments.
You have no reason to be nervous.
You dropped your hand from the lip of your panties and glanced down at Leon’s hand fixed at the apex of his towel.
“You first.”
His smirk widened, like he was happy to oblige, “Of course.”
He unraveled the towel, letting it drop and give way to his already hard cock.
You hadn’t gotten a true look at his manhood during your first encounter, it had been dark, and by time you’d layed eyes on it he was already moving for you, but now? Now all you can do is marvel at him. Not only did he have a stunningly ridiculous body, but a massive cock to match. Did that really fit inside you last time?
“In or out?” He said, nodding between you and the shower.
“In,” You answered, slowly letting your underwear drop to the ground, and slowly unclipping your bra beneath his hungry gaze. It felt like you were stripped bare in front of a wolf, ready to slowly and meticulously devour you whole.
Once you were fully naked, he continued to take you in as you moved for the shower, grateful to your newfound confidence that you were able to move instead of just standing there like an idiot.
The hot water rained down as you fully stepped into the shower, and you closed your eyes to take in the delicious heat and smell of an alpine forest and leather as the glass door shut behind you. After a second, you opened your eyes and turned to face Leon, who was already so close.
“So,” He said, eyes flicking up from your breasts, “What are we doing first, because I have all evening?”
You set the pace, that’s what he means. Last time he acted as the teacher, but now it was up to you to guide this lesson. To show him what you have to offer.
You sucked in a silent breath before reaching out, dragging the tips of your fingers along his chest as you drew closer, leaving just a few measly inches between your bodies.
His chest was hard, and peppered with small healed scars and abrasions, weaving together remnants of hard fought battles and hardships. He’d said last time he was an agent, no doubt most of these were earned through sweat and struggle.
You focused your touch on a clean slash near the center of his left pec, “Does this one have a story?”
“A knife fight in the Slav Republic.”
Your finger moved to his right collar bone, where a handful of small messy nicks were smeared like freckles.
“Shrapnel from a pipe bomb.”
Your brows raised at that, but you resisted the urge to ask any follow up questions at risk of ruining the mood you were trying to set.
You dragged your finger across his chest, toward the jagged round wound near the junction where his collarbone met his shoulder. “And this?” You encircled the small area, noting the uneven healing pattern.
“Shot,” His words seemed somewhat hollow, like they were just a tarp covering an ugly truth beneath.
You nodded and looked up to meet him, the water now gaining the edge it needed to trickle down from the top of your head over your face. Your hand carefully moved higher and higher until it was climbing to his cheekbone where a small, pale slice was barely visible past the tip of his hair.
“How about this one?”
He paused for just a second, “Someone that used to be my friend tried to kill me.”
You hadn’t expected the answer, and considered for a moment that perhaps you shouldn’t have brought up any of his scars, but his hand moved up and encapsulated yours. He pressed your hand inward and kissed your palm, like he wasn’t ashamed or bothered by the topic at hand.
Maybe he didn’t see the scars as a tale of hurt and cost, but evidence of a story forged from iron will and survival.
Your fingers tightened on his face as you finally moved forward, rising onto your tiptoes to kiss him. Your first clashing had been hot and heavy handed but this time you were slow and thorough. His lips were warm and welcoming as he released his hold on your hand and wrapped his hands around your back, dragging you against him.
The warm water slithered across your skin as you deepened the kiss, swiping your tongue across the seam of his mouth in a delicate slash. He granted you entrance, letting you taste every mint and bubblegum hinted inch of his mouth.
His hand lowered from your back just as he stepped forward, moving you more fully under the stream of water. Another step had your back against the wall and his hand hooking around the back of your knee.
This was him taking charge once again, moving to take you like he did last time, but did you really just want to be the silly, naive student once more?
No.
Just as he was raising your knee higher, hand curling around your front in its steady descent toward the apex of your thighs you placed a hand on his chest and pushed. He stopped, breaking your kiss and looking down at you, wondering why you’d given the subtle que to stop.
Without speaking, you pulled your knee from his grasp and pushed him another step back. His next step was punctuated by your hand wrapping around the base of his cock just as his back hit tile.
He huffed a silent laugh, something like approval for the forwardness as your hand set into motion. You pumped his cock as you moved closer once more, rising up to drag your mouth along his neck.
He groaned as your teeth nipped into the sensitive flesh at the crook of his throat, his breaths falling into tune with the steady rhythm of your hand working him. His hand went to the small of your back, taking up considerable real estate as his fingers nipped into the flesh he found there.
His small huffs of noises in your ear were like whispered sins, sweet and alluring in every sense of the word. You’d do ungodly things to hear him make those sounds even louder. Your grip on his cock tightened a fraction as you pulled away from his neck and brought your mouths together once more, like you could somehow taste these sinful sounds too.
More, you could do more.
You broke the kiss and moved to his jaw, kissing your way down until you were making your way down the hollow of his throat, all the while still pumping him with your heavy grip. His head dropped back against the tile of the shower walls to give you access to drag your tongue down the length of his neck.
But you didn’t stop, you just kept making your way down.
The strong planes of his chest felt delightful hard against your mouth as you moved further down. You only stopped when you dropped to your knees in front of him.
He looked down at you, hair hanging wet in front of his eyes as one of his hands moved to your head, fingers combing through the front of your hair as he tipped your eyes toward his. You could tell by the way he’s looking down at you that he wanted to watch you take him. A silent request you’d be happy to oblige.
You lifted his cock and dragged your tongue from base to tip, all while maintaining his icy gaze. You watched his teeth sink into his bottom lip, cock twitching as you made a second pass.
On the third pass, you pressed the tip of his cock to your mouth, teasing him with the promise of more just as his fingers tightened in your hair. You could tell how badly he wanted to fuck your mouth, how he was desperate the bury himself inside you.
You smiled up at him just before you finally wrapped your lips around his cock and buried him in your mouth. He groaned, the sound like music against your eardrums as you bobbed your head back and forth, tasting the droplet of liquid at the tip of his cock.
His next groan had you humming your own sound of approval, urging him even farther back into your throat.
He didn’t look away the whole time, like he was devouring every inch of you on your knees in front of him, unwilling to give up even a single second of it. You held up your end, refusing to look away for longer than a simple long blink as you took him deep in your throat, slow and steady.
Even as you were taking him, you couldn’t help but wonder how much deeper he could really go.
You reached out and grabbed his second hand, positioning it on the other side of your head and letting him dig his fingers in just the same as the first. He knew what you were asking for. Knew that you wanted him to fuck your mouth.
His teeth sank into his bottom lip again as he thrusted into your mouth with a heavy groan. You relaxed as best you could, letting him deep into your mouth as he kept thrusting past your lips.
He quickly falls into a rhythmic pace, groaning while his cock hits the back of your throat. You could feel the beads of water welling in the corner of your eyes, but seeing Leon unravel like this was exquisite. The promise of seeing him like this may push someone to do a number of foul and unsavory things.
You brought your hand up, wrapping your thumb and two fingers around the base of his cock, ensuring every inch of him was covered. He groaned again, the sound more animalist than you’d ever heard from him as his thrusts became more erratic. He would come soon, just a few more thrusts and he’d spill into your mouth.
But where's the fun in that?
You pulled back, removing his cock from your mouth entirely. Leon’s eyes shot down to you, narrowed. “That…is not very nice.”
You shrugged, letting a small smile play on your lips as you stared up at him, “Who told you I was nice?” He huffed a laugh as you beckoned him down with a finger. He obliged, joining you on the floor of the shower where you climbed into his lap.
He reached between you, sliding a finger through your center in one delicate swipe. You shivered under his touch, his eyes tracking the way your eyebrows pinched and your lip curled. He made another pass, watching your face as he pressed a finger inside you.
You clenched around him, bringing a purely male smile to his face, just like the one you’d seen the last time he’d made you squirm like this.
But this time it was your turn.
You reached down, grabbed his cock and stroked it as you brought it toward your entrance. He shifted his hand to your waist, watching you guide him close. First you only lowered yourself an inch before pulling back, then another, making each pass painfully slow.
You could feel his hands tightening on your hips, his breaths becoming more and more impatient with each passing second he wasn’t fully inside you. Only on the third pass did you finally slowly drop all the way, burying him to the hilt.
You set the pace, rising and falling at a rhythmic pace, devouring each sound, hiss, and curse that spilled from his mouth as you rode him. He was big, but you were more than prepared to take him. The mere sight of him in that towel had been enough on its own but taking him in your mouth had thoroughly slickened your thighs.
You rolled your hips, pulling back and taking him hard and deep with each new pass. His fingers bit crescent moons into your flesh as he pulled you closer, dropping his mouth onto your exposed breast. He slowly rolled your nipple between his teeth, eliciting just enough pain to make it count before soothing the hurt away with his tongue.
Your hands carded through his wet hair, combing it back from his face as he moved onto your other breast. Only when he was satisfied did he move to the hollow of your throat. You continued to ride his cock as nibbled and licked at your skin.
You knew he was close again, his breaths were becoming wild, his teeth nipping into your skin just a little bit harder. Just another few seconds.
You stopped, rising to your knees and removing his cock once more. He groaned his annoyance, eyes turning up to you.
“If you do that again I’ll go crazy” He almost growled, bringing another smile to your face.
“Okay,” You purred, dropping down so your mouth was right next to the shell of his ear, “I can help you…if you say please.”
You pulled back only far enough to see his face, “You want me to beg?” He asked.
You nodded, fingers moving to cradle his neck as you hovered just a few inches from his mouth as you hummed, “mhm.”
His hand curled around the back of your neck, bringing your mouth down on top of his once more in a heavy kiss that stole the very breath from your lungs.
He released you, teeth nipping into your bottom lip as he allowed you air once more, “Please.”
A sinful smile crossed your mouth as you reached down, grabbing the base of his cock and guiding it back into you. You quickly slid back into motion once more, bouncing up and down as you slammed your mouth back down onto his.
He groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating up from his chest as his hands dug into your hips, driving you downward onto his cock. You could feel tension building up within you too as he drove you down onto him, slamming the tip of his cock into that delicious spot inside you.
You could practically taste the promised pleasure cresting inside you. It wouldn’t be long for either of you now. Not as Leon’s breaths became heavier and his movements more erratic as he bucked his hips forward to meet you.
He hissed, a curse slipping past his lips as he slammed your hips down onto him, finding release just as you were pushed over the edge. You collapsed onto him as searing hot pleasure shot through you like a .50 caliber bullet, shattering any semblance of composure you had left. You swore, body tightening around him as you came. His own groan vibrated against your ribcage, as his head fell into the crook of your neck.
After a moment, the initial bolt of pleasure began to fade into waves, slowly receding until all that was left was only sugary fulfillment. For those few long moments, even thinking took too much strength. All you could do was sit there, warm water still raining down on you as you fought to regain your composure.
Leon looked almost equally unraveled as he dropped his head back against the tile, wet hair sticking to his forehead as he huffed a heavy breath that had his chest heaving up and down.
Only when he met your eyes again did you finally speak.
“That’s only one, I owe you two more.”