Chapter 4: Playboy on all Fours🥵

[Kyla]

Leo didn’t give me a single second to collect my thoughts. His mouth stayed locked against my entrance, his tongue plunging in and out with relentless, filthy precision.

"Ah! Fuck, Leo…" I whimpered, the sound ripping right from the back of my throat. My fingers dug so hard into the mattress the fabric groaned. "Right there, oh god, don't stop... please!"

I was completely out of my mind. The wet, slurping sounds of his mouth devouring me echoed loudly in the dark bedroom, driving me crazy.

Every time his tongue swirled around my sensitive rim and shoved back inside, a bolt of electricity shot straight down to my groin. My hips rolled back into his face all on their own, begging for every drop of heat he gave me.

"Leo... fuck, I’m gonna…" I choked out, my voice breaking into high, needy moans.

He grunted against my bare skin, gripping my thighs even tighter and pulling me deeper onto his face. His tongue worked faster, licking, sucking, and fucking my hole until my vision flickered white.

My stomach clamped tight. My toes curled into the bedsheets, and before I could even process what was happening, my body completely snapped.

"Leo!" I screamed into the pillow.

A thick, violent wave of pure pleasure tore through my entire body. I exploded hard, spurting sticky heat all over the bedsheets, my stomach, and my hands. My whole body bucked and shuddered in his grip, completely helpless, coming hard.

Leo slowly pulled his face back. He wiped the back of his hand across his shiny, wet mouth, his breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps. He looked down at the mess on the sheets, then up at my red, tear-streaked face.

"Fuck, Ky..." Leo breathed, his dark eyes wide, a cocky, disbelieving smirk slowly spreading across his lips. "You just came hands-free off my fucking tongue?"

The words hung in the air, and instant, icy panic washed over me.

Post-nut clarity hit me like a physical punch to the gut. The pleasure evaporated in a second, replaced by pure, blinding horror. I was on all fours, panting like a dog, dripping all over the mattress, while my male team captain wiped my slick off his mouth.

"No. No, no, fuck…" I stammered, my voice shrill and completely panicked.

I scrambled backward on the bed like it was on fire. My legs were shaking so violently I could barely stand. I snatched my boxers and jeans, pulling them up over my slick, trembling skin while stumbling toward the door.

"Ky, hold on…" Leo started, sitting back on his heels.

"Don't touch me!" I practically yelled, grabbing my shirt off the floor. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't look at his mouth.

I hit the door lock, yanked it open, and bolted down the dark hallway. I sprinted out of the warehouse, hit the cold night air, and almost threw myself into my car.

My hands shook so badly I could barely get the key into the ignition. The moment the engine roared to life, I sped off into the night, staring blankly at the highway while my heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped animal.

I didn't sleep a single second that night.

Every time I closed my eyes, all I could hear was the wet sound of Leo’s tongue working me over. All I could feel was his strong hands holding my thighs apart, making me moan like a desperate whore.

By the time afternoon practice rolled around, I was a living zombie. The Texas sun beat down on the turf, making the air thick and sticky. I stood on the field in my gear, my head pounding, trying desperately to keep my focus on the football in my hands.

Then the reason for my predicament walked out of the locker room.

Leo strutted onto the field looking like he had just gotten ten hours of sleep and a full breakfast. His jersey stretched over his wide shoulders, his dark hair messy, and he was chatting casually with the rest of the guys like nothing had happened.

My stomach dropped into my shoes, my hands gripping the ball so tight my knuckles turned white.

How could he look so damn cool? How was he just walking around acting normal after what he did to me last night?

"Alright, boys! Huddle up!" Leo barked, blowing his whistle.

The team gathered in a tight circle. I tried to stand near the outer edge, hiding behind our linemen, but Leo’s eyes zeroed straight in on me with a dark, predatory glint that made my blood run hot.

"We’re running the three-wide shotgun play," Leo announced, his eyes locking onto mine through the bars of his helmet. He stepped slightly closer, his voice dropping into a low register that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "Kyla, I need you moving faster today. Lower your center of gravity, bend over, and keep those hips loose."

A few guys on the team chuckled, thinking it was just typical captain tough-love, but I froze. My face turned bright red under my helmet.

"Got it?" Leo pressed, stepping right into my space. "Or do I need to help you loosen up again?"

"I've got it," I snapped through gritted teeth, glaring at him.

Practice was pure torture. Every play we ran, Leo was right there. He didn't lay a hand on me out of line, but his mouth was constant. Every direction, every instruction he threw my way sounded dirty.

"Drive back harder, Ky."

"Stop resisting the pressure."

"You look a little sore today, quarterback. Need me to work out the tight spots?"

By the time practice wrapped up, I was losing my mind. I stood by the water cooler, gulping down ice water while watching Leo laugh with Jax on the far side of the field. He hadn't pulled me aside or asked if I was okay. He was acting like the warehouse encounter was just some stupid game he won.

An ugly, bitter knot twisted in my chest.

Did he just use me? The thought hit me hard. Did he just back me into a dark room, eat me out until I lost my mind, and now he's done with me? Did he just toss me aside like some easy target?

I slammed my water cup into the trash can, scoffing at myself.

Why the fuck did I even care? It wasn't like we were in a relationship. It was just a fucked-up mistake and we didn't even have sex.

I paused, my breath catching in my throat.

Sex.

My mind completely short-circuited. Wait... were we going to have actual sex now? Like... him shoving his dick inside me?

A wave of pure heat rushed straight down to my lower half, making my dick twitch inside my jockstrap. I squeezed my eyes shut, aggressively shaking my head.

No. Fuck no. I am straight. I am 100% straight! I don't take dick!

I grabbed my bag and marched toward the locker room, but no matter how many times I told myself I was straight, I couldn't stop my eyes from darting back toward Leo's broad back, and wondering what his hands would feel like on me when no one else was watching.