Chapter 3: Playboy on all Fours🥵

[kyla]

The mattress dipped and the large hand on the back of my neck held me completely still in the pitch black room. My lungs burned as I gasped for air, but I refused to go down without a fight. I twisted my shoulders violently, bucking my hips trying to throw the weight off me.

The stranger grunted. He shifted his heavy body, pinning my waist flat against the mattress. He leaned down, his face pressing into my neck. His hot breath scorched my skin.

I reached back blindly and my fingers tangled in the strap of his mask. I yanked hard. The strap snapped with a loud crack, and the mask tumbled onto the floor.

At that exact second, the clouds outside parted. A pale beam of moonlight cut through the high window and landed directly on the man above me.

My heart completely stopped.

Dark hair. A sharp jawline. Deep, hungry eyes staring right through me.

Leo.

"Leo?" The name fell out of my mouth in a breathless whisper. My brain completely short circuited.

The captain of my football team and the guy I hated. The guy who drove me crazy. He was the stranger holding me down.

"What are you doing?" I panicked, scrambling to get my elbows under me. "Get off me, man. We cannot do this. I am not..."

Leo did not say a single word. He just gave me that dark, cocky smirk. It was the same infuriating smirk he gave me in the locker room, but this time, his eyes were completely black with lust.

Before I could finish my sentence, Leo’s hands clamped down on my hips like a vice. His strength was terrifying. He hauled me up onto my knees with zero effort.

I tried to crawl forward, but he grabbed the waistband of my jeans and my boxers. In one swift, brutal motion, he yanked them both down to my ankles.

I gasped loudly as the freezing air of the bedroom hit my bare skin. I was completely exposed. My lower half was throbbing, hard and leaking pre-cum against the sheets, but I was too terrified and turned on to hide it.

"Leo, stop," I stammered, my voice shaking.

Instead of stopping, his large, rough hands gripped my bare thighs. He pulled my legs forcefully apart, spreading me completely wide open and locked me in place on all fours. I was completely at his mercy, shivering out of my mind.

Leo leaned back slightly. I could feel his eyes burning into my exposed skin. Then, a smack landed right on my ass cheek.

I let out a sharp cry, my spine arching uncontrollably. The sting sent a rush of pure liquid heat straight down to my groin.

"You are so tense, Ky," Leo murmured, his voice thick and gravelly. "Let me loosen you up."

One of his large fingers traced a slow, agonizing path down my spine, slipping right into the cleft of my ass. I whimpered into the mattress.

His thick finger circled my tight, sensitive entrance tracing the rim, over and over again, making me squirm and whine in frustration. My hole clenched and pulsed, begging for something I kept swearing I did not want.

"Please," I choked out, not even knowing what I was asking for.

"Please what?" Leo mocked gently. "You said you were straight."

"I am," I lied, my voice cracking as his finger pressed just a fraction harder against my slick skin.

He pulled his hand away suddenly, leaving me cold and empty. I felt him shift closer, his hot breath fanning right over my most sensitive spot.

"What are you doing?" I snapped, twisting my head back toward Leo. His face was barely inches away from my ass.

"Eating you out," he breathed, sounding like this was just another normal occurrence.

My heart leaped into my throat. Here I was on all fours, my legs spread wide open, my body shivering as my tight hole clenched wet and desperate in the cold air.

"I'm not gay, Leo... fuck!" A harsh gasp ripped out of me as his hot, wet tongue licked straight across my entrance.

"Shut up and let a man eat," Leo growled against my skin, burying his face deeper before shoving his tongue right inside me, fucking me with it.

I shouldn't have wanted this. I wasn't gay. But with my face shoved into the pillow to muffle my breathless moans, my body said otherwise. My hips were arching all on their own, rolling back hard into his mouth, greedily taking every drop he gave me.

His tongue was relentless. It was broad, hot, and insanely skilled. He swirled it around my sensitive rim, lapping up the slick moisture before plunging deep inside again. Every time he dragged his tongue in and out, my toes curled into the bedsheets. My fingers gripped the pillowcases so tight my joints ached.

I tried to form coherent words. I tried to tell him to stop. But all that left my mouth were broken, pathetic whimpers. Leo’s large hands locked onto my hips, holding me firmly in place while he devoured me like he was starving. The wet, slurping sounds of his mouth echoed loudly in the quiet room, making my face burn with a filthy kind of shame.

He sucked hard on my sensitive flesh, and my vision literally went white. A jolt of electric pleasure shot straight to my cock. I was leaking everywhere, completely lost in the sensation. The star quarterback, the ultimate ladies man, reduced to a trembling mess over his captain’s mouth.

I bucked back wildly, seeking more friction. Leo grunted in approval. He pressed his face closer, burying his nose against my skin, and opened his mouth wider to take in as much of me as he possibly could. He was completely ruining me. He was tearing down every single lie I ever told myself.

I was not straight. Not when Leo’s tongue felt like the only thing keeping me alive. I rode his mouth with reckless abandon, crying out his name into the dark.