Leonard
“I own you tonight.” I let a stranger into my home even though I know I shouldn't. But my senses be damned with those lips of hers. I never want to stop tasting them. She moans softly into my mouth and I can already feel my bulge through my jeans. My dick hard as fuck. I keep my lips on hers as I shut my front door. I'm glad the lights are off or I could risk everything on this job. My identity and mission. I slide fingers up her thighs, stopping at the hem of her underwear. She gasps into my mouth as I cup her pussy. She's all wet for me as I rub my finger on her opening through the thin material. Her tongue tastes like expensive liquor. A bitter-sweet sensation that drives me insane. My dick doing all the thinking now. The moment I had my eyes on her from the bar, I knew I wanted my mouth everywhere on her. Her lips, sweet pussy. I bet she'd taste like heaven. A groan erupts from my throat as she slides her fingers down and grips my erection through my pants. “I want you to fuck me, please,” she whispers in my ear, breaking the kiss for a moment. “You have no idea how much I want to.” My voice is husky and drenching with raw lust. The thought of burying my shaft inside her is the only thing I can think of right now. I lift her up by the waist, my eyes settling in the dark as I see her already swollen lips. I'm not near done kissing her sweet lips. She hooks her thighs around my hips and we resume our kiss as I walk us to my bedroom. The light from the night sky is just bright enough through the window to get me to the room. I grunt as she tugs my hair hard, sinking her fingernails into my neck. It's hot. And painful. I bet there'll be a mark there in the morning. We kiss for a few more seconds as I lay her on my bed before we both stop to take our clothes away. Her blue dress comes sliding down just as my shirt hits the ground. Then her bra next as I tug down my pants. She tries to slide down her panties when I stop her. “Leave your panties on,” I command. My voice is deep and authoritative. Her green eyes stare at me in surprise for a second but get replaced by shock as her eyes move to my length. My underwear is somewhere on the floor now as I let her take in the sight of my dick. “Fuck,” she whispers loud enough for me to hear. Her breasts are plump and round. They would fit perfectly in my palms and my mouth. My fingers wrap around her neck as I return my lips on hers, rubbing my dick slowly over the crotch. She makes beautiful moaning sounds in my mouth from the torture. I cup her left breast with one of my hands and squeeze gently. God fuck. My other arm slides to her panties and I slide two of my fingers in. Her pussy is fucking wet as I rub her clit, moving my tongue over her nipples. Her fingers are raking through my hair and on my back. Everywhere. She gasps loudly as I slide a finger into her pussy. Her walls clinch tightly on my finger. I feel her fingernails dig into my sink as I slide in another finger. She moans loudly as I slowly fingerfuck, increasing the pace as my tongue dances over her sweet nipple. I rub the pad of my thumb against her clit as I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her. She pulls my hair, bringing my face to hers. “I want your dick already. Fuck me with it.” I slide my fingers out of her. They are covered in her wetness as I walk over to my bedside table fast before I completely lose myself. I pull out a condom from the drawer and tear off the nylon, sliding it on my erection in a heartbeat. She spreads her legs wide enough for me to settle in between her. I trail kisses down her cleavage as I slide my dick into her pussy. I'm met with warm wetness and a pussy wall so tight around my dick. “Fuck. Fucking hell,” I grunt underneath my breath. Her gasps turn to soft moans as I settle in her. Her eyes teary for a moment as she takes a handful of the sheets. I can see some sadness in them but she quickly shuts her eyes as she lifts her hips a little. It sends pleasure skittering through my veins to my entire being. I begin to thrust into her, trying to keep my mind off the sadness I saw in her eyes a second ago. It's no longer there as she rolls her eyes as I fuck her hard into my bed. Her moans have become louder as she reaches for the bedframe and holds tight for support. The walls of her pussy fucking tight on my dick, I know I can't last any longer. I drive faster into her either hard, deep thrusts that gets her screaming in pleasure. My lips return to hers as I tease her clit with my fingers as I thrust my dick into her. I ram her into my bed, increasing my hip movement. She's completely out of breath when I begin to suck her breasts. Her legs are shaking as I drive her into ecstasy. I can feel her coming to a release as I keep the pace. My release not far from any moment now. I pin her arms to the bed as I thrust hard again and again in her sweet cunt. She screams as she shudders and melts with my dick still inside her. I feel her wetness coat over my dick as I continue the thrusts. Slow and deep. The muscles in my legs begin to tense. My breaths get heavier as I groan hard. She lifts her hips and I lose it completely with one more thrust. I collapse on her for a moment, sliding out as I catch my breath. I toss the condom into the trash bin next to my bed, falling to my bed next to her. Sweat beads settled on her forehead. “Christ” she says in between heavy breaths. Her lips are perfectly curved. I wonder how my dick would feel in her mouth. Her eyes meet mine with an innocence that makes my heart tumble. “Who are you?”LeonardOut of the substantial amount of fucked ups I've had in my lifetime, this is the worst. The absolute fucking worst. “I think you've had too many drinks tonight, Liv.”She laughs but there's no humor in it. “I fucking knew it. You lied to me!”She throws her arms in the air furious. “Everything we've had from the start was a lie, Olivia.”Not everything entirely but I don't add that. “God, I'm so stupid.” Her eyes are glassy as she tries to grab the door handle. I hate myself for it. But I do the exact opposite of what I know I should do. I stop her from leaving, I can't let her go. “Olivia,” I breathe. Her name is stuck on my tongue with no other words. What do I say to her? That I'm a fucking undercover agent that used her to get to her ex-fiancé? I'd hate me if I were her. “Let go of me.”Her jaws are tense, eyes heavy with rage in them.“I can't. Not like this.”I want to kiss her temple. Take back every hurt in her eyes. She doesn't deserve any of it. I'm the piec
Leonard“Kill me,” I mutter underneath my breath as I lean a bit closer to Olivia. I had no idea of this party until this evening when I got her message. Olivia's father wanted us to be here by all means. I couldn't let her down. She owes me a fucking whole lot. The crystal chandelier above casts dancing shadows across the mahogany dining table as I adjust my tie. It's suffocating being here. Acting as Liam. It's different when I'm with Olivia. I get to be Liam and Leonard at the same thing. Sound crazy right? Maybe I'm going crazy already. I have more clones of myself than Spiderman has in different multiverse. I almost choke on a laugh at the thought of it. Olivia sits beside me . Her fingers wrapped around the stem of her wine glass, knuckles white with tension. Even in her anger, she's breathtaking. The emerald dress she wears brings out the fire in her green eyes, and I find myself stealing glances at the curve of her neck. The way her lips purse when she's trying to contain
Olivia “What?” The coffee cup trembles in my hands as Emma leans forward across the small café table, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper. “I'm just saying, Olivia, don't you think it's strange how Liam never talks about his childhood? Or his family?"I set the cup down, the ceramic clinking against the saucer louder than I intend. “Not everyone's as open as you, Em. Some people are just more…private."Emma's eyes narrow slightly, and I catch that look she gets when she's determined to make a point. "Private is one thing. Evasive is another." She stirs her latte methodically, the spoon creating tiny whirlpools in the foam. "Last week at dinner, I asked him about his hometown, and he changed the subject so fast."Heat creeps up my neck. I had invited Emma and Liam for a casual dinner at my place. "Maybe he just didn't want to talk about it. Not everyone loves sharing their life story over appetizers.""Olivia." Emma reaches across the table and touches my wrist. “I car
LeonardOlivia's body is warm against my palm as I flutter my eyes open. I have no idea when I got my arm around her after we had slept off. Her breaths are steady as I watch her for a moment. Lips parted in the tiniest space. I get the urge to kiss them but I stop myself. Last night was incredible but it doesn't change the dynamic of our relationship. No matter how dangerously intoxicating making love to her is. I can't have this situation messier than it already is. “Is there something on my face?” Olivia's eyes bulge out. She is awake now and looks terrified as her fingers run over her face. I laugh. “What?” “I caught you staring,” she replies. The ray of sun from her window makes her eyes glow. “Because you're so goddamn pretty, princess.”Her lips part but she doesn't speak. It's torture not having to lean in to kiss her. Taste every inch of her mouth. She moves her gaze away from me as she clears her throat. Our knees brush against each other under the covers. The tiny gr
Olivia “Christ.” Liam holds my waist with steady arms as we barely make it into my living room. His lips are all over my body. Fingers dangerously edging closer to my core. My gown is halfway across my legs and almost bunched up around my waist. I help him out of his jacket, needing to feel his bare skin. I've thought about this moment again more than a few times. His lips driving me crazy as we move further into the room. I wince in pain when my leg hits my sofa. Dammit. We're both of breath when we break the kiss. Stupid furniture. He looks like he is trying to fight something internally. "Olivia," he breathes. The sound he makes as my name falls from his lips causes aches in every part of me. “This…your rules,” he whispers. His voice husky and drenched in lust. I stare at the bulge in his pants. Only a tip gap between us. My fingers trail down his waist to feel his erection. "Fuck," he groans. “Damn the rules. I want you,” I whisper. His grey eyes glimmer with passion as
The gravel crunches under Leonard's BMW as we pull into my father's circular driveway. My palms are slick with sweat despite the air conditioning, and I find myself smoothing my dress for the hundredth time. I slowly exhale, keeping my eyes forward. The familiar sight of the Georgian colonial house with its perfectly manicured hedges and imposing stone columns makes my stomach clench."Breathe, daisy," Leonard says, his hand finding mine across the console. His touch is warm and steady. A stark contrast to my trembling fingers. "It's going to be fine."I want to believe him, but he doesn't know my father the way I do. Fernandez Murray doesn't approve of anyone easily. And he certainly won't approve of my whirlwind engagement to a man he's never met. Or even knows. My father's sudden business trip was our excuse to avoid the dinner he requested the first time. It gave Liam and I more time to prepare. But I still don't feel quite ready. The diamond on my finger feels heavy as lead.