MasukI looked up at Leon, the water was not even on yet, but my body was still buzzing from the couch fuck. “Leon?” I muttered, but he didn't say a word. His eyes were dark and intense, like he wasn't done with me. He reached past me, twisting the shower knob, and hot water sprayed down from the shower above, soaking us both in seconds. Steam started rising fast, the heat hitting my skin and making everything feel even more raw.Without a single word, he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face the tiled wall. His voice came low and commanding right by my ear: “Bend over and touch your toes.”My stomach flipped. Were we really about to do this? Shower sex, right after that? But yeah, I was right because his hands were already on my hips, pulling me back as I bent forward, my fingers brushing the wet floor to steady myself. The water pounded on my back, running down and mixing with the mess between my legs from before. I felt exposed with my ass up and open, still loose from his
“Fuck, Leon... more.” I panted, grabbing at his shoulders,my nails digging into his shirt. He added a second finger quickly, scissoring them apart to open me up, thrusting in and out. The wet sounds mixed with my moans and I could feel my cock leaking pre-cum against his thigh, throbbing hard.He leaned down, biting at my neck while his fingers pumped faster, stretching me wide. “You want my cock that bad? Say it.” he demanded, his free hand pinning my wrist above my head.“Yes…fuck, yes, I want your cock inside me.” I blurted out, no shame left in me. My hips bucked up, chasing the pressure. He chuckled dark against my skin, pulling his fingers out slowly, leaving me clenching around nothing desperately.Leon sat back just enough to unzip his pants, shoving them down with his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, veins pulsing along the shaft. He slicked it up with more lube, stroking himself a couple times while watching me squirm. “I’m going to fuck you so deep you'll feel
“Ronan?” Leon called my name, looking at me with narrowed eyes, probably wondering why I was pulling my hair so tight and breathing hard. I looked at Leon, trying to get angry, trying to feel that familiar anger I always had for him, the same hatred I used to feel normally, but I couldn't. I used to hate Leon so much, so where did all that hate go? Where was it?But all I felt staring at Leon was want, lust, and this need to be closer to him, for him to just pull me in and hold me tight. Right now, I just wanted Leon to give me a hug. But what the hell? Why would I think that? Why would I want that, for goodness' sake? This was the same man who bought me, who made my life miserable. Why do I keep forgetting that?But all I felt while staring at Leon was this deep want, pure lust, and this crazy need to be closer to him, like I just wanted him to yank me in and hold me tight. Right now, I just craved a hug from Leon. But what the hell? Why would I even think that? Why would I want some
I made a beeline for the bathroom in the master bedroom. It was all marble and fancy with soft towels, soaps that smelled like wood and something fresh. The shower was very nice, with water coming from everywhere, it was hot as hell, beating down on me until some of that knot in my shoulders loosened up. I stayed in there longer than I meant to, letting it rinse off the sweat from the day, the drinks, and the whole mess of being out without Leon. I dried off, then dug through the closet for clothes. I grabbed some comfy sweats and a basic t-shirt because I wanted to put on nothing special. It didn't smell like Leon so I had no idea whose they were, they were probably just extras for whoever crashes here.Feeling a bit more like myself, my stomach started growling like crazy. I checked the kitchen and opened the fridge but it was filled with nothing but water bottles. I grabbed one and chugged half of it down. It was cool and good but it didn’t satisfy the hunger I was feeling and I
“Don't worry about that, I'll take the blame. Just call him.” My tone came out sharper and louder than I meant. Jax looked doubtful, like he was already regretting why he had spoken to me in the first place. He glanced back at the other bodyguard, the one who'd barely acknowledged me since we met and they both exchanged a hesitant look. Bothering Leon for something as trivial as my homesickness didn't sit right with them, and I could see it in the way they both looked at me. I rubbed my temples, a dull throb building behind my eyes, and pushed off the bar to close the distance. “You can tell him I said it was urgent, so just call him. Please.” I begged them, not caring that I was starting to sound desperate. After what felt like an eternity of them staring each other down, Jax finally pulled out his phone and handed it over, the screen lighting up my face in the dim bar. I snatched it, my fingers fumbling as I unlocked it. Boss was the only contact saved on the phone so I moved a
I was brought out of my thoughts abruptly when Jax stepped up to our table at the rooftop bar, holding out a sleek black phone. “It's the boss.” he said, his tone clipped and professional. “He wants to talk to you.”He barely got the words out before I lunged for it, snatching the phone from his grip and pressing it to my ear with trembling fingers. Everything around me faded as Leon's voice filled my ear. “Is everything okay?" he asked, concern edging his usual gruff voice, and fuck, I nearly melted right there, the annoyance I felt from him leaving me dissappear. How could one sound unravel me so completely?“I guess…” I managed to say, my voice cracking a bit. I cleared my throat, straightening up in my seat, trying to pull myself together before I sounded like a total wreck. The whiskey's warmth lingered on my tongue, but it was nothing compared to the heat pooling in my gut from hearing him.Desperation clawed at me as I needed something, anything, to confirm he was as twiste







