Fashioned For Sin

Chapter 14

As we got in the car, I felt a deep craving rising inside me, a crave only Leo could calm down.

The wine has definitely gotten to my head.

Leonardo started the engine as I lit a cigarette, offering him one, which he accepts, I play "Shut up and listen" în the car.

As the car pulled onto the road, I leaned back in the seat, taking a deep drag of the cigarette, the nicotine mixing with the alcohol, making me feel so many emotions at once, but only one was definitely dominating right now.

I shifted in my seat, my fingers running against the hand with tattoos on his fingers, his eyes flickered to me briefly, and I caught the way they darkened, the way his breath hitched just a little.

Confidently, my hand brushed against his slowly onto his inner thigh, feeling his muscles tense under my touch.
"Blair." He said with an almost dangerous and dominating voice, laced with desire.

"What?" I asked innocently, though we both knew I was anything but. My hand slid higher, my fingers grazing the growing hardness beneath his pants.

"I'm trying to drive." He said, his eyes so pinned on the road in front of him, trying his best to concentrate.

I leaned in, my mouth slowly brushing against his ear as I whispered, "You're so serious, so tense." My hand unzipped his pants slowly, "let me help you relax, baby."

My hand slowly taking out his rock hard cock and stroking it slowly, just enough to tease him, "fuck Blair." He groans, shifting in his place, his knuckles going white as he stops at the red light.

He immediately grips my throat, his lips kissing mine with a burning desire, our tongues inside eachothers mouths.

The light turns green, "Pay attention, baby, don't wanna crash now, do we?" I say, playfully as he speeds up.

"You're going to be the death of me." He says, under his breath, "you better hope it's me and not some whore." I continue saying as I nibble on his neck, my hand picking up its pace.

It sent a thrill through me, knowing I have this effect on him.

As we reached the driveway, the tension between us reached its breaking point. The moment Leonardo killed the engine he pulled back his seat, turned to me, his eyes dark with lust.

Without another word, he lifted me off my seat and onto his lap as if I was a feather, his hands gripping on my hips as I straddle him, slowly lifting up my dress, the heat of his hard cock pressing against my pulsing clit.

"No panties?" He asks, raising and eyebrow, his lips sucking on my neck.

"I want you so bad Leonardo." I whispered into his ear, his grip tightening on my hips, grinning myself against his bare erection.

"Such a good little slut." He whispered in my ear as he teased my entrance before sliding himself inside me.

Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, feeling him stretch and fill me completely. The sensation was beyond anything.

We moaned into eachothers mouths, his hands roaming everywhere on my sweaty body.

I could feel every inch of him, every pulse, every throb. I began to move slowly at first, savouring the feel of him inside me.

The windows were completely fogged up, the steam from our heated bodies turning the glass into a misty blur.

One of my hands was braced against the fogged-up window beside us, my fingers splayed wide as I tried to steady myself. With each push from Leonardo, my hand pressed harder into the glass, leaving a print—a ghostly reminder of the passion that had taken over every part of me.

My body was on fire, every nerve alive with sensation as Leonardo held me on top of him. His hands gripped my hips with a force that bordered on desperate, his fingers digging into my flesh as he guided my movements. I could feel him deep inside me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me, the rhythm between us both raw and relentless.

My other hand was gripping the steering wheel, the leather smooth and cold beneath my palm. It was the only thing keeping me steady as Leonardo took control, thrusting up into me with a force that had me gasping, moaning, unable to do anything but hold on and let him take me.

“Harder,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I pressed my forehead against the fogged-up window, the coolness a welcome contrast to the heat that was consuming me. My hand on the steering wheel tightened, my knuckles turning white as I held on, bracing myself for the onslaught of pleasure that was just moments away.

Without even thinking, I leaned in close to his face, my lips hovering just above his, my voice coming out in a breathless whisper. “Spit in my mouth."

Without hesitation, he did as I asked, spitting into my open mouth. I swallowed it, locking eyes with him as I did, feeling a shudder of pleasure run through me. It was filthy and degrading, and yet it made me feel more alive. "Still hate you somewhere deep inside." I whisper.

His response was immediate, his grip on my hips tightening, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more relentless. He drove me through the orgasm, pushing me deeper into the sensation, making me feel every inch of his control. “Good,” he growled, his voice rough with arousal. “Hate me all you want, Blair. You know you can’t resist me. You know you’re mine.”

As the wave of pleasure tore through me, we collapsed on each other, finishing, our bodies trembling, utterly spent, our breaths coming in shallow pants.

"I hope you're on birth control." He chuckles, "You're lucky I am, or else you would've left me pregnant, you bitch." I say, taking back the pace of my breathing.

Then, in the quiet, Leonardo’s voice broke through, low and laced with a hint of sarcasm. “So, was that your idea of foreplay, or should I be worried that you’re going to ask me to spit in your mouth every time?”

I rolled my eyes, trying to muster up some semblance of indignation, but I was too drained, too sated to really care. “Careful, Leonardo,” I shot back, my voice still tinged with the remnants of pleasure. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”

His smirk widened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Oh, I did. But you might want to think twice before giving me ideas. You know how much I like pushing your limits.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, a mix of excitement and dread. He always knew how to keep me on my toes, how to keep me guessing. And as much as I hated to admit it, I liked that about him. It made me feel alive, even when it drove me insane.Still, I wasn’t about to let him have the last word. “Just remember,” I said, meeting his gaze with a defiant glint in my eye, “you’re not the only one who enjoys a challenge.”

Leonardo’s eyes softened just a fraction, and he chuckled, the sound low and rough, sending a warm feeling through me. “You’re something else, Blair,” he murmured, his hands sliding up my sides, holding me close. “But that’s exactly why I can’t stay away.”