But this time? I want to do this.
“Di?”
Leo’s voice is raspy with sleep. And just the sound of him makes me wet. Now that my body knows what he can do to me, all he has to do is say my name. I’ve never been so turned on during a blow job, but I’m halfway there.
“What are you doing?”
I don’t say anything in response. Instead, I dive down his shaft, taking him all the way until he’s nearly into my throat. I’m rewarded with a groan so deep I can feel the vibration.
“Di, you don’t have to do that,” he says, but his tone isn’t convincing.
Pulling away for a second, I look at him. “What makes you think I don’t want to?” I hold his cock and lick it all the way from base to tip, eyes locked with his. “What makes you think I’m not craving it?” Again, I move, this time sealing my mouth against his shaft as I move up to that sensitive spot beneath the head. Leo groans.
“What makes you think I don’t want to suck your cock like a fucking lollipop? Or have you fuck my face and mean it.”
I take him fully again then, letting him slip as far as he can possibly go, and Leo lets out a string of curses that makes me laugh even though my mouth is full of him.
Slowly, I bob up and down his shaft, circling the head of his cock with my tongue and savoring the jerks in his muscles and the way I see his hands curling into fists.
Leo is looking down at me, and that same hunger is in his eyes—the same hunger that I saw when I agreed to be his fake fiancée, and the hunger I saw yesterday every time he pulled me close for more.
I lick my lips as I let him go. “Show me what you like,” I whisper. His eyes roll back in his head, but he reaches out to me, weaving his fingers in my hair and guiding me back to his cock.
He pushes me down slowly, controlling the pace, and I let him. I want him to feel good. I want him to take what he needs from me. I want to taste him.
I close my eyes and focus on the feel of him on my tongue and following his lead. He moves me faster, gaining a rhythm and pushing deeper until his hips are nearly rising off the bed, fucking my mouth. Heat seeps through me, and I’m so wet that I think I could come from one touch. One breath.
Leo pulls me off his cock and I breathe, returning the way that he’s staring at me. With total awe. “Do it,” I tell him.
Pure lust transforms his face, and he pushes back into my mouth. Deeper than before. Harder. Leo’s eyes are closed and he’s biting his lip, holding my head still so he can fuck harder and faster. I fucking love it.
He plunges deep one more time, holding himself in my mouth, and he comes with a groan. Salt and heat splash across my tongue. It’s my turn to moan. I wanted this. To taste him and let him come in my mouth. To swallow everything. And I do.
Leo goes limp, and I pull away, shaking with arousal. “Fuck,” he says. “Just fuck.”
I crawl up his body so I’m laying across him. Touching him is like a chemical reaction. He sets me on fire. “I liked that.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Really?”
Leaning up further, I press my lips to his ear. “I’m so fucking wet right now, Leo.”
He smirks. “Dirty Diana.”
“That’s me.”
“Want more?”
I take a shaky breath. “Yes. Always yes.”
In a flash he’s reversed our positions and he’s now behind me, pressing his body against mine. When his hand slides around and finds my clit. It’s already so slick that his fingers slip away, but it still feels so fucking good. “You weren’t kidding,” he whispers against my neck.
It helps that I’m not looking at him right now, to say, “I’ve never been this way before. With anyone. Not usually the dirty girl.”
His fingers dig into my hips, hard enough for me to gasp. “Good,” he says. “I don’t want you to be dirty for anyone else.”
“Ohhhh,” I manage. I’m practically vibrating with need, head rolling back onto his shoulder. “Please fuck me.”
His low laugh tightens my nipples, and I rock my hips back into his cock, already hard again. “When I’m finished with you, Di, you’re not going to be just dirty. You’re going to be filthy.”
Those words make me blind with need. He pushes me down onto the bed so I’m on my knees, hands sliding down my spine. I must be imagining the possession I feel in his touch, because this isn’t real. But it doesn’t matter—right now I belong to him.