Tread

June 19

We wake up way too late, way too hungry, and way too horny. But we have our priorities in order. Leo settles between my legs, my ankles over his shoulders, his mouth on my clit, and proceeds to very slowly lick and suck and nibble. I come twice before he's finished.

Popping a messy head and wet mouth up from between my legs, the man gives me a lopsided grin. I return it as I reach for his dick. It's hard, pre-come making my fingers slippery as I pump him. "We doing this or what?"

"Rai—jumalauta! Let me get on a condom."

I release him long enough for him to climb off the bed, fish out a string, rip one off and roll it down his cock. He's hot and hard and completely mine for this moment. My fingers trail down my stomach to my clit and I stroke myself as I watch him groan and grunt and fight to fit himself into the plastic. God, he's big and sexy and—

My eyes roll shut as I push two fingers inside.

Sex in romance novels and on TV has nothing on the real shit. It isn't finessed and sexy. God, it's messy and uncoordinated as hell and fun. So much fun.

"Don't you dare come," Leo growls, finally figuring out that I'm not a patient woman.

I push harder, reach for my nipples and tug until I gasp and bite my lip. He's right there. Hands on my hips, teeth on my other nipple, forcing my fingers out with his cock. But they don't go far. Slipping up, I pinch my clit and tumble into another orgasm, clenching down hard.

"Such a filthy girl."

"Woman," I correct.

"Mine," he returns.

He gives up the pretense of going slow and slams home, pushing my hips into the bed. I'm split open further than I've ever been and he doesn't give a shit, just pushes me more until I don't think I can ever break because he should have broken me by now.

I rear up and bite deep into his shoulder as he digs his nails into my thigh. Blood coats my tongue as he comes, mixing with the sweat and horribly bad morning breath and amazing orgrasms we've had.

"You make me forget myself," Leo says, leveraging himself off me.

"That just means I've done a good job."

It's a good half an hour before I manage to hop out of bed. I rummage through my backpack, pulling out a throw-on dress and wrapping a towel around myself. Grabbing my toiletry bag, I head to the bathroom. Leo wanders in as I move to a shower stall. Looks filter across his face. Do I go into the shower with her? Would that be weird?

To make sure he doesn't get any ideas I lock the stall door, but not before I whip off my towel and give him an eye full.

***

Brussels is beautiful and chaotic. We hit up waffle stands, stop in bars for beer, and sneak onto a city tour in French that Leo helpfully translates for me. We follow them to a chocolate factory and buy way too many truffles and candies. Around eight we stop and eat at a hole in the wall burger joint where we meet a pair of Aussies. Four drinks later, we end up at a nightclub dancing to a beat that I swear hasn't changed in two hours.

"Enjoying yourself?" Leo yells behind me, grinding his dick into my ass. He's been hard for at least half an hour and I wonder when he's going to do something about it.

"Yeah!" I shout back, that one word slurred to hell. Laughing, I let the music take me again, and before I know it the music's taken him too.

The Aussie's come back, stumbling drunk with their clothes skewed. They speak in English, but I have no clue what they're saying. Doesn't even matter. I laugh and nod.

One of the guys, Len, leans forward and places his hand on my thigh. My eyes fly open to see Leo cracking Len's fingers back and growling something dangerously close to "Don't touch what's mine."

The night club doesn't seem so fun anymore, and the cool Aussies don't seem so safe. I grab Leo's hand, wave bye to the men, and leave. We catch a cab back to the hostel, but Leo doesn't say anything. I think he's fuming, but honestly I'm a little too drunk to care.

"Rai," he says when we climb from the cab and walk to our hostel.

"Mm-hmm?"

"We're taking a shower when we get inside. You smell like those assholes. "

I giggle. My you're-way-too-drunk cue. "Then what? You gonna screw your scent into me?"

He responds against my ear, palm covering my breast, and I have no clue how he got so close without me noticing. "I'm going to try."