RE2 Leon gets a blowjob shot at a bar. content; hook-up, inexperienced Leon but its not his first time he's just a nerd without a social life, hand job, blow job, fingering, overstimulation, alcohol consumption (duh), praise kink, unprotected sex
Leon wasn't big on bars or clubs, but his friends dragged him out to celebrate the fact that he got accepted to be a police officer in Racoon City. They wanted to take him out before he had to move, so they took him out to a bar with a higher chance of him getting laid. Leon didn't have plans to.
Now, he sat in the booth, glancing around the bar with a visibly nervous look. His friends had ordered some drinks, so he decided to keep the table occupied while they brought the drinks back. He saw them approaching, so he made some space on the table for the drinks. Behind his friends, Leon caught glimpse of you, the pretty bartender he'd been eyeing for the entire two hours they'd been here.
You followed his friends with a shot in your hand while they carried their beers. You smiled, coming up to Leon's side. His friends gave him the looks of those who had something planned that Leon would love or hate.
"How are you doin' tonight?" You asked, setting the shot down in front of him. Leon swallowed, staring up at you from his seat.
"Wonderful." He barely managed loud enough, watching you laugh a little.
"Well, your friends here informed me of your celebration tonight, and in honor of it, they've asked me to give you a special shot. Nothing dangerous, but different."
"Ah.. what do you mean?" He asked, shifting in his seat as he fiddled with the empty cup in front of him from his earlier drink.
"It's called a blowjob." You watched as his face burned bright red. "Not like that, you perv." You teased, snickering as he seemed to be losing his cool by the minute. "I'm gonna sit on the table, you're gonna tilt your head back, and I'm gonna pour the drink in your mouth."
At this point, Leon's friends had dispersed to give him a moment alone with the gorgeous girl he'd been stuck on all night. Leon barely managed a nod to give her some pathetic response.
"Feeling okay? Still on board?" You asked as you perched yourself on the table in front of him. Your feet rested on either side of his thighs, and his hands quickly pulled away from the edge of the table due to how close he'd been to accidentally ruining the moment with his fidgeting hands.
"Still on board, yeah." He cleared his throat, shifting himself to lean back to give you space. He didn't like to crowd people, even though you were supposed to in this case. You picked up the shot glass, leaning forward and cupping his chin.
Leon's eyes flickered down to your breasts, the small view of cleavage sending a rush of blood straight down south. You tilted his head back, leaning over him and pressing the glass to his lips.
"Don't forget to swallow, 'kay?" You murmured, just loud enough for him to hear as you poured the liquid down his throat. It burned, and his eyes squeezed shut as he closed his mouth and forced himself to swallow the alcohol. "There we go," you soothed lightly, using your thumb to wipe away the drop of tequila that he'd spilled. "You're a good listener." You teased lightly, and as he opened his eyes, he had to turn away to cough. He tried to avoid looking dumb, but the tequila burned like a bitch.
You laughed lightly, patting at his back as you got off the table and stood beside him.
"You okay?" You asked, watching him clear his throat and wipe his eyes. He nodded, giving you a thumbs up before he turned back to look at you.
"Yeah, I-im okay. I'm sorry, I'm not good at taking shots." He stifled one final cough, looking up at you and realizing your hand still lingered on his shoulder.
"You have a good rest of your night." You told him, letting your fingers lightly swipe over the side of his neck before you walked off. With your back turned, Leon practically heaved a sigh of relief. He'd been afraid to breathe, almost like he would turn you to dust if he breathed too hard. He felt his face burning from embarrassment.
With Leon staring at you, he didn't even see his friends coming back to the table. All three of them had managed to get a girl to come back with them. Shockingly, at least to Leon, none of the women looked drunk.
"Did you get her number?" One of the guys asked.
"What? No! I don't think she's.. interested. She was just doing her job." Leon shook his head, reaching out to grab his water to take a drink.
"Oh, you're such a wimp! Go! She's been eyeing you for a half hour!" Another friend chimed in, nudging Leon from the side. Leon hesitated, and he thought back to the way it felt to have you so close to straddling him. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to shoot his shot, he thought. He glanced across the table, his friends urging him. So he got up and scrambled across the crowded bar.
You stood behind the bar, using your rag to wipe away any spilled alcohol or sticky spots from discarded fruit pieces that people liked to leave all over the bar. Closing out someone's tab, you handed the receipt back to them before you saw Leon approaching. You raised a brow.
As he came up, he took a seat at the bar right across from you.
"What can I get you?" You asked, leaning over the bar with a smile.
"Oh, no, I'm.. I'm not here for any more drinks. I've had enough. I.. I wanted to ask for your number. It's okay if not, i just-"
"Why don't you wait til my shift ends? If you're not too intoxicated, I'd be happy to grab a bite down at the diner on sixth." You grinned, tilting your head slightly.
Leon practically beamed at your words, nodding along.
"Yeah, that'd be great, actually. I've only had a beer or two, and that shot, but I'm not driving tonight, so.." Leon rambled lightly, unable to hide the way his lips twitched upwards with excitement.
"My shift ends in an hour. 11 o'clock. I know it'll be late, but you and your buddies don't look like you've got anywhere to rush to." You looked behind him, across the crowded bar, gesturing to his three friends who had been too busy with their hook-ups.
"I'm not in a hurry, no. I'm happy to wait." Leon shook his head, settling in more comfortably to wait in his seat.
Before you could say another word, you had a few customers to take care of. Closing out some tabs, getting rid of some used cups, wiping down the counter, checking IDs, and getting new drinks. It ate up your time, but you managed to get in some small conversations with Leon over the hour he was waiting.
After your coworker got there to take over the bar for the last few hours, you and Leon headed out. Leon said goodbye to his buddies and said he'd walk home, given the fact he was almost sober and his apartment was just a few blocks from the diner you'd chosen.
The walk to the diner was filled with corny jokes, giggles, and some conversation to get to know each other, and to Leon's surprise, it was going great. It didn't slow down or feel awkward at all, even when Leon ran out of something to talk about.
At the diner, you two talked nonstop until the food arrived. Comfortable silence stretched over you two until you both decided you'd had enough. Leon, being the gentleman he is, got up to pay and retrieve boxes from the front. Returning, he helped you box your food and stack the plates before you two headed to leave.
Unfortunately, rain had started coming down pretty heavy. While Leon busied himself with emptying his jacket for you, you spoke up nervously.
"Uh.. can I ask a favor?"
"My apartment is across town, and the busses don't run consistently in the rain.. could I stay at yours? You mentioned it was nearby, so.."
Leon finished with his jacket and laid it over your shoulders, thinking for a moment. It was risky, letting a woman he'd just met come to stay at his place, but what kind of cop would he be if he turned away someone in need? Especially someone as gorgeous and kind as you.
"Absolutely. You can crash in my room, I'll take the floor."
And with that, you uttered a 'thank you' before Leon guided you out and led you through the rain to the apartment building.
After a five minute mix of running and walking, you finally got to his apartment. Leon led you inside, kicking his shoes off at the door before he led you to his room.
"Do you want a change of clothes?" Leon asked, but then shook his head. "You'll catch a cold. Here, you can wear these." He said, rummaging around and finding an old pair of sweats and a band tee from his early teens.
Without letting you argue, he stepped out and closed the door. He went down to the kitchen to put away your leftovers before he got you a bottle of water. When he heard you open the door, he came back to the room and handed it to you. Under his left arm, he carried fresh bedding.
"What are you doing?" You asked, watching him closely.
"I don't want my guest to be sleeping on my dirty sheets." He laughed a little, glancing over at you.
"Yknow, you're really good at this. I wonder how often you have girls over." You joked.
"Never." He admitted, completely stripping the bed of the dirty sheets and tossing everything into the dirty laundry hamper.
"Well.." you paused. "I guess that makes sense. You were all tense earlier when I first came over to you at the bar. Should've known you were a loser." You joked, watching his cheeks bloom with heat.
"You came over and told me you were giving me a blowjob. Any man would be tense." He countered with a small huff as he began to set the new sheets up.
"That's what it's called!" You laughed, snorting slightly.
"No, an actual blowjob is better than liquor." He huffed, fluffing up the new pillows.
"As if you'd know." You raised a brow, tilting your head.
Leon paused, knowing damn well you were right.
"Well.. I-i can assume it'd be better. Liquor is harsh and mean. Not pleasant." He cleared his throat, turning back to you now that he finished changing the bedding. You set your water aside, hands clasped together behind your back. You knew this could be a bad idea, but you stepped closer.
"I could help you figure that out." Your voice lowered to a whisper.
Leon's cheeks flushed, eyes widening as he stepped back, automatically trying to give you back your space. He swallowed, his mouth going dry.
"What do you mean?" He asked quietly.
"I could help you figure out which one you like. A blowjob, or a blowjob shot."
Leon could hardly breathe as you closed the distance. He stepped back until his knees hit the bed and he fell back, sitting at the foot of his freshly made bed. You stood between his legs.
"Do you want that?" You asked.
Leon couldn't speak. He just let out a shaky breath, trying to think.
"I need words." You said, stepping back to let him breathe.
Leon swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding softly. He uttered a whiney, 'please', his voice shaky.
You stepped forward again, leaning down to cup his face. One hand over his cheek and one hand over his jawline, you leaned in to initiate a gentle kiss.
Leon would've busted right then and there if he had no self-control. He practically felt the 'boing' sound effect in his pants as they became tighter by the second.
You pulled back, looking at him.
"You can touch me, it's okay." You soothed, noticing how his hands squeezed the comforter beneath him.
His hands stayed still for now, looking up at you with those big baby blues of his.
"You okay?" You laughed softly, shifting your hand to run your thumb along his cheek.
"I.. I just.." Leon choked up for a moment, subconsciously leaning into your touch and seeking the warmth of your palm. He lifted a hand to your wrist, pressing your palm against his lips. "Jesus, you smell amazing." He barely huffed, his nose lightly nudging against your wrist where you'd spray perfume along the pulse point, and with the perfume, he could smell the coconut lotion you'd use as well.
You remained quiet for a moment, letting him familiarize himself however he needed until you decided to lean in and kiss him again.
The kiss was longer this time, your hand shifting from his cheek to the nape of his neck to keep him still. Slowly, as he loosened up with the kiss, his lips moving smoothly against your own, you kissed down his jawline.
And then you bit lightly against his collarbone, making him hiss with surprise as his hands shot out to grasp at your shoulders.
"You don't like the biting?" You asked, lifting your head to check on him. He looked embarrassed, shaking his head no. "Then I won't bite." You pressed another kiss to his lips and trailed down again, finding your way down his chest as you undid the buttons of his button-down dress shirt. It was slow, agonizing, and almost painful.
Leon's cock throbbed in his jeans as he watched you get closer and closer, now kneeling in between his legs. He swallowed harshly, bringing a shaky hand to the back of your head, like he wasn't sure how to touch you in this context.
"I-is this okay?" He whispered, his breath hitching.
"Mm, that's perfect. Just.. relax, okay? Let me take care of you."
He nodded slowly, watching as your hands came to undo his belt and his pants. He instinctively shifted his hips away, helping you tug his pants down. His cock made a tent in his boxers, his tip bulging against the tight fabric with a dark spot on the fabric, indicating dampness from precum.
Leon's cheeks felt like they were on fire. He looked like a total virgin right now, and he knew it. He'd had sex before, but not often. And he didn't really care for jerking off. So when he got touched like this, it was humiliating for him. Lifting your head, you caught his gaze. He looked like a kicked puppy, afraid you'd think poorly of him for being so easy to please. Instead, you gave a small grin, almost cocky. You pushed yourself up, pulling him down into a kiss.
The kiss acted as a distraction as your hand slipped down his torso, fingers trailing along that trail of hair that almost looked like an indication as to where the prize awaited. Slowly, your fingers lifted his waistband, and as your fingers slipped further, pulling his cock from its hiding place of his boxers, his hand on your head lightly pulled at your hair without realizing it. You hissed into the kiss, but you didn't stop or scold him.
"Fuck, 'm sorry, I-i didn't-" Leon tried to apologize, but his own moan interrupted him as your hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut as he let you kiss him again, letting his body melt against you.
"That feels good." He breathed out as you slowly brought your hand upward, stopping halfway, going back down. You repeated the motions for a few strokes before you pulled away from the kiss, eliciting a whimper from him.
"Relax. This is a blowjob, not a hand job." You grinned lightly, watching his eyes widen with realization that you were actually doing this.
He swallowed harshly, nodding slowly.
"You're still okay?" You asked, your hand pulling back.
He groaned, missing the contact, but he nodded quickly.
"I-I'm okay. I still want it." He huffed, looking down at you.
Your hand came back up, only this time it was lower; palming his balls, he practically lurched forward, gasping at the sensation as you squeezed. You dove forward, shifting to be perfectly between his legs before your tongue darted out to lick at his tip, gathering the salty precum in the dip of your tongue before you licked down to his base. His eyes rolled back, chest heaving for air as his hands grasped at you; one on your shoulder and one in your hair.
As you licked a stripe all the way up the underside, your hand squeezed his balls as you took him into your mouth for real this time. He cried with pleasure, gasping as you eased yourself down. Your free hand came to his hip, hoping to provide a grounding touch.
You took him halfway in, feeling him twitch. You stayed still for a moment, your tongue swirling back and forth around the underside and the sides as you massaged his balls. He jolted slightly, stifling a whimper as he felt himself growing closer and closer.
"Oh, fuck, please move-" He choked out, his breath ragged and heavy. "Please, please, I need it so bad. It hurts." He gasped, brows furrowing as he tried his best not to buck his hips or push your head at all.
Willing to comply, you lifted your head back to the tip, only to go back down in one swift motion. A small gag left you, but as his cock nestled against the back of your throat, you felt him twitch and shiver.
"Shhh-shit, 'm not gonna last! I can't hold it." He whined, his hips bucking against your face. You lifted your head, beginning the proper bobbing motion at long last. Your hand pulled back from his balls, moving to his thigh to gently rub the fat of his inner thigh, hoping to ease the shaking.
His thighs trembled, his cock throbbed, balls tightened, and he couldn't shut himself up. Your hand bobbed up and down in a steady motion, not stopping or stuttering once. Light gags and hums left your lips, but they were drowned out by Leon's incoherent cries and praises.
"'S so good. Feels so good. Don't- don't stop, you can't, please!" He babbled helplessly, chest heaving as his body curled forward slightly, pushing your head down to encourage you to stay lower.
You knew he was close. His tip was damn near weeping like him. His balls had never been so ready to burst.
Before he could warn you, his hands pushed your head down, his cock burying against the back of your throat as the knot in his stomach snapped.
"Oh, fuck! Mmh!" He gasped, hips bucking as he pulled your hair and kept you still. He didn't even realize he was being so rough, but he didn't stop until he felt you pinch his hip. His cock gave a few more weak spurts, spilling down your throat before you lifted your head and swallowed. You huffed, looking up at him. He trembled, his cock softening and laying flat against his thigh as he twitched and jolted for a moment, recovering from the waves of pleasure he'd just felt.
"Better than liquor?" You asked, your voice a little hoarse from his harsh behavior. He swallowed harshly, catching his breath as he nodded. He was completely dazed.
"Better than anything I've ever done." He huffed. When he blinked away the tears of pleasure, finally coming back to reality, he saw the aftermath of his roughness. Your hair was a mess, your lipstick was more messy than it should've been, and you were still catching your breath from his little gagging moment. You pushed yourself up to your feet, straddling his hips.
"I'm.. I didn't realize.. I didn't mean to hurt you at all.." Leon breathed shakily, apologetic and flustered as his hands found your hips.
"It's okay. You felt good, right? So good that you had to hold me down and take what you wanted."
"D-dont say it like that! It sounds so bad.." he looked away, his embarrassment growing.
"Oh, don't be ashamed. I liked it." You murmured, leaning in to kiss his neck. His breath hitched, and much to his disbelief, his cock began twitching back to life.
"You liked it?" He whispered.
"Liked it so much that I want a little more." You paused, kissing up his neck until your lips came just an inch from his. "Only if you're okay to go that far." You murmured, soothing a hand over his cheek. He nodded eagerly.
"I'd.. I'd like to. Please?" If he was a dog, his tail would be slapping the bed so loud it'd sound like gunshots.
"Oh, you're so excited already." You teased, pulling back. "How do you wanna do it? You got any preferences?" You asked, wanting to play into his references as much as possible.
"Ah.. I-i don't know. Should I?" He mumbled.
"It's okay if you don't. We can keep it simple tonight." You reassured him, shaking your head as you brought your hands down to push his shirt off of his shoulders, fully exposing his upper body to you.
Leon glanced down at himself, becoming aware of how exposed he was. He hesitated for a moment, but his hands came up to your hips, shifting under your shirt to find their way to the bottom of your rib cage. You obliged without a word, taking a moment to lift your arms as permission for him to remove your shirt. He lifted the shirt up and over your head, tossing it off to the edge of the bed before he brought his shaky hands to rest just below your breasts.
You reached behind yourself, finding the clasp of your bra and undoing it. The bra lost its tension, letting your breasts relax completely. Leon could've sworn he was drooling as you removed your bra. He felt like he was in heaven, his face merely half a foot away from the nicest pair of tits he'd ever seen. He lifted his gaze to look at you, almost seeking permission.
"You don't have to ask for permission to touch me. I'll tell you if I need something different." You murmured, leaning in to lock your lips with his.
Leon quickly accepted the kiss, his hands staying at your sides as he closed his eyes and let you guide him to lie back on the pillows with you on top of him. Slowly, the kiss evolved into Leon trying to take more initiative. He kissed down your jaw, easing his way down to your neck and collarbone.
"Mm.. you smell so good. Like candy." Leon breathed lightly, letting his left hand roam upward to grasp your breast, gently pinching your nipple between his index and middle finger.
Your breath hitched, and Leon's head practically snapped to look up at you. The sound of possible pleasure made him shiver, both excited and happy to know he was doing something right. He leaned in again, soothing more kisses along your chest as his hands came to grasp and grope at both of your breasts. Your back arched into his touch, and he took a risk. He dove deeper, his head dipping to replace his fingers and wrap his lips around your nipple. He ran his tongue in a circle, and the first real moan slipped past your lips. Leon felt like he was buzzing with excitement, but you gently stopped him.
"A girl doesn't like to be kept waiting, Leon." You breathed out, cupping his cheek to guide his head back.
Leon was confused, thinking that he hadn't left you waiting. He though he'd been giving you attention. He stared, brows slightly furrowed.
"You don't like it..?" He asked, pushing himself to sit up a little bit.
"I do. I love it. I just want a little more." You explained, shaking your head and shushing him.
"Oh. Right. Okay, uhm.. do you want me on top?" He asked, letting his hands ease down your sides to hold your hips.
He nodded, shifting slightly and gesturing for you to lie back. Once you laid down, he grabbed a pillow and gently inserted the pillow beneath your lower back. You raised a brow.
"I read somewhere that a pillow to elevate your hips is better for your back, hips, and the overall experience." Leon explained, helping you adjust yourself before he settled between your legs.
The consideration of proper angling and safe positions made you smile slightly. Leon exhaled, grounding himself properly before he leaned forward to hover over you.
"You okay?" You checked in again, watching Leon nod.
"Just... bear with me.." he pleaded softly, taking initiative to lean in and press a kiss to the valley between your breasts. His hands splayed at your sides, memorizing the feel of your ribs and the softness of your skin beneath his calloused fingertips. He kissed down, his mouth careful and soft along the flesh of your stomach, like he was worshipping you. His hands trailed down, coming to the waistband of your pants, shifting to link under the elastic of your panties. He looked up at you, seeking permission. You nodded, bringing a hand down to lay over the back of his head.
Leon steeled himself, gently tugging at the fabric before you were completely exposed to him. He crawled back up to you, connecting his lips to yours as his hands, still shaking, came to spread your legs.
"Is this okay?" He asked softly, breaking the kiss to look down at you. Your noses nudged slightly as you nodded, kissing him again.
"It's good." You reassured, letting him melt against you. "You know how to use your hands?"
"I can figure it out. Just.. tell me what feels good." He said, his hand coming down to slip between your folds. Your breath hitched, head falling back as his calloused fingertips brushed against your clit. "There?" He asked softly, bringing his free hand up to cradle your head and make you look at him.
"A little higher." You instructed gently, and his thumb shifted just right and applied some pressure to your clit. You nodded, huffing lightly. "Yeah, yeah, there." A soft moan left your lips in a shaky breath, your hips shifting slightly.
Leon's heart pounded at the confirmation that he was doing something right, especially something that gave him the luxury of hearing such intoxicating noises from such a beautiful woman.
Without asking, Leon took a risk and slipped a finger past your hole, cautious and mindful of the pressure and angle. A broken gasp echoed in the room, and Leon practically stared in awe at how easily he'd slipped a finger in. Carefully, another finger followed, and he felt his erection growing harder to ignore despite the fact that he'd already gotten to have his own fun thanks to you. Your back arched lightly, a sign that told Leon he was doing good.
"You're so pretty." He murmured, dropping his head to rest against the inside of your thigh as he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out, easing his way into a steady rhythm with the guidance of your moans, gasps, and the grasping and reaching of your hands trying to gain some kind of stability.
You looked down at him, huffing softly between moans and whines.
"Curl, Leon. Curl your fingers a little." You instructed through a stifled moan.
"Like.. like this?" He obliged, curling his fingers in a 'come here' motion, feeling the spongy spot inside of you and watching as your head fell back again, nodding your head as you gripped the sheets. "It feels good?"
"Fuck, that's perfect. Keep that up. Just like that." You exhaled sharply.
Leon didn't hesitate to listen to your demands. His fingers pumped back and forth, curling upward when he pulled them back, bathing in the pride of the pleasure he was providing for you.
Soon enough, you reached down to grasp Leon's wrist, looking down at him with your eyes dazed and lips parted to pant heavily.
"Are you ready, or do you wanna keep waiting?" You asked as he withdrew his fingers carefully. The wetness clung to his fingers, your core almost felt like it was begging him to keep going, and that feeling made Leon ready. He shook his head.
"I want to.." He paused, crawling back up to hover over you once more. He settled between your legs, nestling his cock right against your folds, feeling the warmth of skin-to-skin. "I want you." He murmured, his mouth going dry from anticipation.
"Then take what you want."
He did. With a careful hand, he spread your slick arousal along his tip, his shoulders tensing at the sensation. He guided himself closer, pressing the tip to your entrance. He looked back at you, leaning in to find your lips in a lazy, still passionate kiss. His body tensed and pressed against yours as he eased his cock into you, swallowing your moans with his desperate kisses, which he'd break momentarily for little gasps and pleas, his nose nudging yours as he dropped his head and buried his face into your neck once he bottomed out.
"F-feels so good.. 'm not gonna last." He choked out with a sound akin to a small sob.
"C'mon, you did so good for me when I was on my knees for you. You're gonna crack so easily?" You teased lightly. In reality, it didn't matter if he lasted. You were already so close from the attention he'd given you with his fingers, you wouldn't last long either.
"Mm, 'm sorry, I d-don't think I can.." He whimpered, slowly pulling his hips back and bracing himself to hold back despite his words. He trembled over you, feeling his cock throb and twitch as he let the tip sit right at the edge, only to push back in. Soft moans began to fill the room, Leon finding a steady rhythm thanks to your encouragement and the pride that swelled in his chest.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss as you let your hands splay out over his back. His fingers dug into your hips, beginning to pull you back down to be in sync with his thrusts. Dropping his hands to your thighs, he pulled back from the kiss and pushed up a little, pushing your thighs to bend your legs at the hip. The position mimicked a less aggressive version of the mating press, and as he adjusted himself, he felt the difference in the angle, unable to keep quiet as he rolled his eyes back and choked on his own gasps.
"Oh, Jesus," You gasped, back arching into him and proving benefits to the angle as he sped up a little, applying more pressure with each thrust. He whimpered, his lips staying parted as he looked down where your bodies met in a sweaty dance of passion.
Leon never would have guessed that he'd actually get laid with the help of his friends, but boy, he couldn't be happier right now. He'd handle the consequences later, when he wasn't so controlled by the way your pussy tried to keep him in as deep as he could go.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, your moans becoming louder and a little higher in pitch as he brought one hand down to circle your clit with more confidence than he had before.
"You're so.. so warm 'n tight. So perfect." He panted, diving back down and pushing your thighs forward to where they practically touched your chest. He kept up consistent circles on your clit, occasionally experimenting with a pinch or a softer rub, figuring out which got the best reaction out of you.
"God, Leon, you underestimate yourself. You- mhmm!" You paused, cut off by a cry of pleasure as he sped up his thrusts and his thumb on your clit, syncing it together perfectly. "Y-you had me scared you'd be bad at this, but fuck, 'm already close." You panted, looking up at him and basking in the way he stared down at you in awe.
Leon let out a small shudder, his breath catching in his throat as he heard your words. Your reassurance made him go insane. He loved hearing your voice, loved the squeeze as he rocked his hips back and forth, trying to dig himself deeper and deeper to be closer than humanly possible.
His brows furrowed, hips tensing. "'m real close.." he whined, swallowing harshly as his fingers shifted further down your thighs to gently grasp at your ass with the hand that wasn't massaging your clit, groping the flesh and memorizing the feel.
"You.. you gonna come?" He asked, breathless. He didn't want to finish first, but he knew he wouldn't last long.
"Mhmm, just keep going. I'm.." You exhaled heavily, lips falling open as you bucked your hips against his, almost chasing the feeling of him. His fingers, his cock, the touch of his skin on yours igniting a fire that tightened the knot in your lower stomach.
"Fuck, I-I can't." He almost sobbed, throwing his head back to avoid letting you see the 'crybaby' look, is what he called it. He took his hand from your clit and brought his hands to your chest, palming your breasts firmly beneath his palms as he struggled to keep a steady pace. Your back arched into his touch, seeking the roughness of his palms and fingertips. He let one hand shift to pinch and massage your nipple, eliciting a string of gasps and whines from you.
"Come for me, please," Leon panted, leaning down to kiss you roughly. "Please, I wanna feel it. Wanna feel you squeeze the life out of me." He whined.
Seconds passed, full of moans, gasps, heavy breaths, and desperate touches shared between two strangers who just happened to be as needy as the other. Finally, his thrusts became sloppy just as the knot in your stomach unraveled with a silent squeal of pleasure. Your core squeezed around him, and he couldn't move. His hips pushed all the way inside, burying himself as deep as he could as his cock pulsed, balls tightening. With how he'd been holding back, all it took for him to come was the sensation of your pussy squeezing and gushing around him like you were milking him for all he was worth.
Bodies slowed down, hearts pounding, bodies trembling, chests rising and falling rapidly, soaking in the warmth.
Leon came to first, still dazed.
"Holy crap. That was.. amazing." He huffed, looking down at you. "A-are you okay? Do you feel okay?" He asked softly, bringing his hand to cradle your head and make you look at him.
"I don't think I've felt this good in ages." You admitted, laughing lightly at his concern. "That was, indeed, amazing."
"Oh, good. I was afraid you'd have clarity and you'd regret it." He joked, but you both knew it was a valid concern.
Leon slowly pulled his hips back, letting his soft cock slip out of you. He tried not to stare, but he caught glimpse of the mess leaking from your hole, and he could've sworn he'd get hard again if he could.
"You gonna keep staring or you wanna go get cleaned up?" You snickered. Leon blushed, looking up at you.
"Sorry. I'll go grab a rag and some wipes. And some water. Do you want your leftovers? I'm kinda hungry.." He rambled for a moment, shifting to get up from the bed.
"Food sounds good." You nodded.
"Great. I'll get those warmed up and I'll come to clean you up." He said, disappearing down the hall, leaving you to wait for him as he warmed up the food and grabbed the stuff to help you clean up.
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