I’d been realizing lately just how precarious life was. I’d spent so much time thinking about all the possible scenarios for what I was going to do, how I was going to do it, if it would all work out. I had never considered moving in with Leo, but not that he was sitting here making that offer, it seemed like the best choice.
“Okay,” I said. “I will. If you’re really all right with that.”
“I am.”
“If you want to have a little more time to think about it, though, I totally understand—”
He cut me off by leaning over and kissing me, his hand moving up my leg to my waist. He slid his hand underneath my shirt, his palm warm and smooth against my skin. I turned so I was leaning into him, and when I felt the tip of his tongue lightly against my lips, I opened my mouth and touched my own tongue to his. He moved his hand higher, bringing it around my back, unhooking my bra easily with one hand. He ran his fingers down the column of my spine, then traced his hand back around, pushing my bra out of the way, cupping my breast. He squeezed lightly, and
I felt tingles overtake my whole body, my groin aching as I rocked my pelvis against him. I reached down and put my hand in his lap, feeling his erection through the front of his jeans. I undid his pants and pushed them down far enough so his cock sprang out, and I pulled back from the kiss and climbed down off the couch, repositioning myself on my knees in front of him, between his legs. I pulled my shirt off, shrugged my shoulders out of the bra, and then pulled my hair back from my face.
“I don’t think I got to finish this the last time,” I said, lowering my face toward his lap, slowly taking the head of his cock into my mouth. I held onto the shaft with one hand as I worked my mouth up and down, and when he was slick enough with my saliva, I moved my hand, too. I varied the speed and the force with which I was sucking him, and he groaned and ran his fingers through my hair.
I could feel him get bigger in my mouth, could tell that he was close, but then he pulled me up, pushing my pants and underwear down. I stepped out of them and climbed onto his lap, and he held my hips while I slowly eased myself down. I was so wet that he easily slid right in, and we both let out sighs as I lowered myself all the way down.
He kept his hands on my hips and rocked me back and forth, and I made an undulating motion that made it feel as though his cock was further inside me than it ever had before. He let go of my hips with one hand and reached up and pinched my nipple and I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip, seeing a kaleidoscope of colors explode behind my eyelids.
It felt as though we had both dissolved into something else, that we weren’t these separate entities but had somehow connected and were the same thing. He brought his hand down and started rubbing my clit as we moved, and I put my palm down on his chest to brace myself so I could really grind into him.
The sensation felt as though it was going to overtake my entire body. It was concentrated in my groin, but everywhere—from the tips of my toes to the top of my head—was engulfed in this tingling, overwhelmingly delicious feeling. It was so strong that it felt like my brain had ceased to work, other than to register this feeling of pleasure, and I had to cry out, otherwise I was certain that I was going to end up exploding.
When the climax happened, my whole body went rigid, as if it was trying to capture that feeling and keep it there forever, though of course no one could go around feeling that intensely amazing all the time. As it peaked, it felt almost like I was about to black out, but then there were Leo’s hands, gripping my hips, grounding me, pulling me back just enough that I was able to stay fully coherent.
I collapsed down on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around me, our bodies slick with sweat, both of us breathing heavily, skin still tingling.
“Holy fucking shit,” he said. “I don’t even know what to say about that. Worth the wait.”
I smiled and closed my eyes and let myself wish that we could stay just like that forever.
I met up with Lindsey for coffee, and because I wanted to talk to her about my new living situation. “Thank you so much for offering to lend me the money,” I said, “but I’m not going to take it.”
She stirred a sugar packet into her latte. “Really? Why not? My parents would be totally cool about it if they found out. So don’t worry about that.”
“It’s not that. I just don’t know how and when I’ll be able to pay you back, and let’s just say they did happen to find out and they weren’t okay with it . . . I don’t want you to get in trouble over it. I had originally thought that I’d be able to get a job and keep up with my coursework and everything, but there’s no way that’s going to happen unless I cut back on how many classes I’m taking and end up enrolled in college for like six years or something.”
“Are you sure?” Lindsey asked. “I really don’t mind. That’s what friends are for.”
“I’m sure,” I said. “And I got another letter, and they want another assignment. So on top of all my own work, I’ve got to do this, too.”
“They sent you another letter?”
“Yeah. Supposedly this is the last one, but it’s like the worst timing ever, just because the end of the semester always feels like a huge scramble.”
“That’s such bullshit. What do they want it to be about this time?”
“I’m supposed to write an article to submit to the Daily Journal.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t think you should do it.”
“Yeah, but I have to. Especially now.”
“Why?”
“Well . . . I’m going to stay with Leo for the time being.”
Her eyes widened. “Seriously? Like, live with him?”
I nodded. “He offered, and it seems like the best thing to do for right now. Of course, there’d be no way to deny anything if the person comes forward about it, so I need to just do this last assignment. And then hopefully they’ll be happy and leave me alone.”