The Sweetest Fix

“Leo,” she moaned, one of her hands coming off the wall, reaching back to grasp at his hip, twisting in the sagging material of his jeans, yanking him closer. “I need you. Please.”

Though he wanted to cater to her urgency, he couldn’t resist pulling his fingers out and dragging them, wet and warm, over her clit, causing her to bury her face in the bunched-up coat between her and the wall, wailing his name into the soft wool. When her hips started to shake, Leo knew she was close—and he needed that. Needed her to be on the verge of coming because lasting was going to be a problem when he was this turned on. He gave that swollen nub a final firm stroke and reached for his cock, guiding it to the opening of her flesh and plowing deep in one powerful move.

Reese’s scream was muffled by her coat and the sweet, strangled sound of it almost ended things for Leo, then and there. Right on the edge of his willpower, Leo gripped her hips and gave her three rough pounds, almost knocking her off the perch of his boots.

“Too hard?”

“No. It’s so good. Harder.”

Jesus. Starved for release—hers and his own—Leo wrapped her in a bear hug to keep her steady, bent her body over slightly and drove into her repeatedly, his own grunts echoing in his ears. He pumped himself into her with such force, he was almost ashamed of himself, but her hips cinched back to meet him every time, her voice chanting more, more, more, and so he couldn’t stop, couldn’t temper himself, his world whittled down to Reese and the wet pliancy between her thighs, welcoming every slapping thrust of his cock.

“Did you wear those little tights for me?” he rasped above her head. “Did you know they’d make me so fucking thick when I saw them?”

“Yes,” she panted, clenching around him, milking his flesh eagerly. “I knew.”

Leo’s balls wrenched up, telling him he didn’t have long. Oh God. Oh God. This girl. She broke him so easily. His muscles were starting to vibrate, the base of his spine pulling back like an elastic band getting ready to snap. “Play with yourself, Reese. Think about what you did, teasing me like that.” He heard the shift of material and knew her hand moved to follow his instructions. “Making me obsess over how goddamn tight you are when I’m trying to eat. If that’s what you wanted, you got it. Make it up to me by getting off, sweetheart.”

“I’m coming. Leo,” she said shakily, her back stiffening against his front. “I’m…oh…”

He kept his bruising pace, burrowing his face into the crook of her neck and breathing, breathing there, waiting for her climax to hit, ready to beg for it so he could stop holding back his own. A wrenched sob fell from her mouth, followed by the wet pulsing of her pussy. It pulled like a trigger, the delicate muscles tightening around him in waves—and he blew. No stopping it when feeling her come was the hottest turn on of all time, her thighs shuddering against him, his name leaving her in sexy whimpers.

“Oh my God,” he said through his teeth, hissing at the straining in his stomach and balls, the intensity of the pleasure/pain that came before relief. He tightened his bear hug around her and thrust several more times, vision depleted, nothing existing or mattering except for the wet, delicate clench of her, the triumph of bottoming out, leaving no part of her untouched, his seed leaving him in hot bursts. “Fuck. Reese. Nothing feels like you.”

“You either, Leo,” she sobbed brokenly.

Several moments later, he finally came down the other side of his climax and gathered her close, breathing into her hair until he regained his equilibrium. Keeping one arm wrapped around Reese lest she disappear, he reached down and pulled her panties and skirt back into place, sliding his lips up her nape and kissing her hairline, reveling in her sigh of contentment. Wanting to hear it every day of his life. A loud group of people walking past the building brought Leo back to reality, however, and finally he let her go, disposing of the condom in a nearby wastebasket and zipping back into his jeans.

He turned back around to find Reese flushed and glassy eyed, slightly off balance on her usually nimble feet. His heart flipped like a pancake in his chest. Not holding her through the night after sharing a physical experience that mind-blowing…it felt wrong and he hated it. But he forced himself not to push. “I’ll let you get some sleep,” he said gruffly, reaching out to cup her cheek. When she leaned into his touch, they each moved closer until her chest met his stomach and he couldn’t help but add, “Are you going to call me tomorrow, Reese?”