Periwinkle

36| INCOMPARABLE

I couldn't believe Leo was acting so calm about it. I'd expected him to flip out, so his cool demeanor was really confusing to me. Was he truly not mad at me? Did he really not mind me being with Shane? Was he genuinely okay with this? My mind raced, searching for answers that weren't there.

My thoughts were interrupted by Leo turning me around so I was facing away from him, his arms wrapping around me. His hard length pressed against my ass, and his hands came up to cup my breasts, pulling me flush against his chest. The warmth of his body seeped into mine, a stark contrast to the cold dread that had settled in my stomach.

I didn't know what to think. My heart hammered in my chest, and my pulse pounded in my ears. My stomach churned with anticipation, and a strange mixture of shame, nervousness, and excitement coiled low in my belly.

The fact that Shane could come down at any moment only made the thrill of the situation more electrifying.

"So," Leo whispered, his voice low and husky, his fingers teasing the hard peaks of my nipples through the fabric of my bra, making me squirm and gasp with pleasure. "How was he?"

I didn't know what or how to answer. My mind was frozen, and I could barely form a coherent thought, much less a complete sentence. How could I even begin to explain the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling? A strangled moan escaped my lips as his hands dipped lower, skimming down the sides of my thighs, sending sparks of electricity shooting through me.

"Did he fuck you good?" he asked, his tone a mixture of amusement and a raw hunger that mirrored my own. "Was it good, Kara?"

I nodded, gasping as he rubbed my clit through the fabric of my pants. Shame burned in my cheeks, but a whimper, barely audible, escaped my lips. My body, betraying my conflicted mind, instinctively ground down on his lap, seeking more friction, more contact.

I clamped my lips shut to stifle the moan that threatened to escape as his hand dipped beneath the waistband of my jeans and brushed the slick, swollen bud of my clit. "Yes," I gasped.

He chuckled, the sound laced with a dark amusement that both scared and aroused me. His fingers curled around my neck again, applying pressure and making my breath catch. "Was he better than me?"

I couldn't answer, couldn't form any coherent words. His hand was on my pussy now, and his fingers were rubbing slow circles around my clit, teasing the sensitive flesh, and my mind turned into a tangled mess.

"I asked you a question, Kara," he growled, a low rumble that sent a shiver of pure desire down my spine despite the fear gnawing at the edges of my mind.

"I can't," I choked out, his grip tightening slightly around my throat, restricting my airflow and making my voice rasp.

"Can't what?"

"Compare," I gasped, his hand releasing me just enough to let me breathe. My body, traitor that it was, arched back against him, seeking more contact despite the frantic war raging within me.

"Oh?" He sounded amused, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, no doubt. "And why's that?"

"B-because," I stammered out, trying to form words through the haze of pleasure and confusion clouding my thoughts as he pushed a finger inside me, pumping it in and out of my entrance. "You're... you're different. I can't compare the two of you."

He added another finger, and the delicious friction was almost too much to bear. "How am I different?" Leo's question seemed to come from far away, muffled by the pounding of my own heart.

"Fuck, Leo," I whimpered, a helpless sound that escaped my lips while bucking my hips against his hand. "Please..."

"Answer the question." His fingers curled inside me, rubbing against the sweet spot that made me see stars.