Hey folks, still haven't read Tread? You're missing out. But no worries. Here's a taste to whet your appetite. ;)
“By all—” His lips descend and I forget everything else. The man tastes different tonight. A hint of lemon and wheat. It coats my tongue, the scent mixing with his cologne and deodorant. God, he smells good. Tastes divine.
Before I know it, we’re off the floor in a back corner. He presses me into a wall, my hands on his shoulders, one leg wrapped around his. My toes touch the floor as I press up against him, completely sober. I prefer doing stupid things drunk, less to think about, worry over, obsess on.
Leo hikes me up, pushes me further into the wall, and settles his erection between my thighs. I regret wearing a skirt because I feel everything. There’s a moment of panic, of over-thinking and planning my next move, before I grind hard on his d*ck.
Zipper right on my cl*t, I moan into his mouth and tighten my grip on him. Leo stills against me, knowing exactly what I’m doing before he resumes, this time more forcefully. One of his hands moves from my hip to my ass, squeezing, kneading. God, I’m so close. My little silver bullet has nothing on Leo’s denim-clad c*ck, and I grow wet thinking of him without the jeans.
“I can smell you,” Leo growls, pulling back.
He crowds me in further, practically lifting me with his legs alone as his hand moves from my *ss to between my legs. To say I’m shocked is an understatement. My mouth opens and shuts as he cups his hand over my panties. “So wet. Jumalauta, I want to f*ck you.”
