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“I can’t have all the fun, now can I?” I said, my hands racing to unbutton his pants and pull them down his waist.
Leo lay flat on his back, the first step inches behind his head. Once his pants were pulled down his thighs just enough to allow me access, I laid one hand on the bulge in his boxers. He arched his hips up, and his hands stretched back behind him flat against the side of the step.
He closed his eyes as I rolled his boxers down until his dick was released from its pathetic bondage. His short coils of hair were darker down here, but not as thick. I took both his balls in between my fingers, feeling the soft, warm skin, just like he might fondle my breasts. Leo let out an uneven sigh, moving his knees farther apart, which made his manhood easier to handle.
I hadn’t been looking at his face this whole time, but when I crawled forward to position myself over him, I stole a quick glance. From that small bit of foreplay, his cheeks were beet-red. It was fucking adorable.
“You’re gonna like this,” muttered, bending down so that my voice filled his mouth.
He didn’t respond, but his toothy grin said it all. Just like when I reached for his hair, his hands found their way into mine, groping my scalp as if he were afraid I would pull away, as if this were all just a bluff.
Planting my hands on either end of his waist, I stretched my back straight, and centered my opening with the tip of his cock. The world seemed to stop, the air frozen around us even though our skin glistened with sweat. I heard nothing but his beating breaths.
Just as I was about to pump down on him, Leo thrust himself up into me.
“Fuck!” I hissed, flashing tight grin across my face. “Oh, fuck.”
Leo was cheeky, even during sex. Either that, or he was just too desperate to wait another second.
I moved one hand to his shoulder while the other remained planted flat on the cold cement floor, and started riding, pushing my hips up and down to get a grip on his movements. But every time I thought we had got a predictable rhythm going, Leo either sped up the thrusts of his hips or stopped altogether before continuing, like he was failing to keep a pitched tent.
“What’s wrong?” I said, removing myself from his cock despite the burning, built-up tension in me. “Tell me.”
“I wanna be on top,” he said, his words slurring a bit as he scooted his butt up toward the stair. He smiled at me like he was about to give an apology, and knew I wouldn’t care for it. “This floor’s harder than my dick.”
“That it is,” I laughed, shaking my head at the sound of him dissing himself. He wasn’t wrong. “Turn around.”
Leo stood up, zipping his pants as he turned around. Craning his neck over his shoulder, he lifted his shirt to study the small scratches and bruises over his usually clear, sculpted shoulders.
“Jesus,” he muttered, catching the expression on my face. “Is it that bad?”
“It’s … not horrible,” I replied, silently cursing myself for forcing him to the ground. “If Elliot asks, you were just trying to do some parkour and fell on the street.”
“So, it is that bad,” Leo said, grinning. “You know how to ride, Kitty Kat. I’ll give you that.”
Rolling my eyes, I picked myself off the floor and started putting myself together again. The fact that neither of us had reached our climax was frustrating, but we had been gone long enough. I didn’t want Elliot returning to an empty apartment—or worse, return alone to my mother.
Once we had gotten our clothes back on our bodies, I turned to face Leo, my hands reaching out to his. Our fingers intertwined within one another’s in romantic connection, as if we hadn’t just had unfinished sex in the abandoned, musty stairwell of our old high school. While Leo’s eyes traced the edges of our knuckles, the receding sweat on our palms, I looked at his lips, rosy pink and chapped.
Without a word, I leaned forward, and touched my lips to his. It wasn’t a kiss, just a symbol of my feelings for him.
Love, not lust.
Compassion.
I cared about him, I did. But while I loved him in the way I loved Felix, loved Pierre—but they would never be able to take Elliot’s place. I didn’t know what it was about him, if there was anything at all worth my affection, other than his lethal smile, the sweet rasp in his voice, the darkness in his eyes, his personality.
I hated it.
Maybe I could change it, change my feelings.
“Let’s go,” I whispered, pulling back from him, keeping one hand locked with his as we started up the steps. “Nothing happened.”
“Nothing.”
The walk back to the apartment took longer than I thought it would. I hoped to God that Elliot hadn’t made it back before we would, but we had been gone long enough. All I could do was gather some courage, ready myself for his decision about Vivian’s plan.
Something told me he knew more about it than I did.