Page 32 of Hidden Heir

As pleasure builds and my moans grow louder, Leon falls into a rhythm that allows me to focus on my building pleasure. He presses his tongue flat and rolls it against me, suckling on my clit before turning his tongue to a firm point as he licks and strokes along the right side. I’m much more sensitive there, my body’s reactions giving my secret away. As soon as that becomes his focus, I melt.

My head tips back. Each lungful of air is hot and smothering, causing me to pant for more. Every inch of me is alight with flame, my clothing suddenly far too restrictive. I can barely keep my balance, Leon’s shoulders supporting me when one foot slips. I close my eyes and focus on the pleasure building in my pussy, the long strokes of his tongue and the moans that rumble through him each time he buries deeper inside me.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my voice husky. “Leon, you… fuck, this is…” My attempts to tell him just how amazing he is fail. I can’t get enough thoughts together to form a sentence. Pressure swells in my core as my pulse races to new heights. I’m dizzy and hot, completely overwhelmed by how quickly it got to this point, the most delicious sensation in the world.

“Leon!”

I come so hard that my eyes roll back and my legs close tight around Leon’s head. His hair becomes rope in my hand as I tighten and pull through each powerful wave of ecstasythat crashes over me like stormy waves battering stone cliffs. My abdomen clenches tightly, and I lurch forward with a yell, descending into a trembling, panting mess supported only by Leon’s shoulders and hands.

Holy. Shit.

Leon remains buried against my pussy until the last powerful waves of the orgasm have passed. Then he pulls back, sinking his teeth into the inside of my thigh with a growl. It’s painful for a moment, but he soothes the bite quickly with a stroke of his tongue. When our eyes meet, he has the cockiest, proudest look on his face.

“Well, I’ve feasted,” he smirks.

“Oh my god,” I groan, releasing my iron grip on his hair and sliding my hand down to cup his face. “You’re ridiculous.”

His grin widens but before I can say anything else, the door to the kitchen clatters open. I jump away from Leon, tripping over my leggings that are caught around my knees. It’s a fight for balance and even though I’m behind the counter, a burning flush of shame and embarrassment ignites through me.

Leon is slower to react, more calculated in his movements. As I cover myself, I glance over my shoulder to see who disturbed us as Leon slowly climbs to his feet.

“Ant!” I gasp. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I heard some weird as fuck noises in here,” Ant replies.

“We were just?—”

“Sauce tasting,” Leon interrupts sharply. “You should knock next time.”

“Before entering the kitchen?” Ant’s eyes narrow. “Fuck that.”

“Ant!” The last thing I need is my brother fucking this up because he can’t keep his damn attitude in check. As he walks forward, I notice he’s unsteady on his feet, his pale skin shining with a sickly sweat. My heart sinks as reality sets back in.

“Ant, what’s the matter with you?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“I need a fix, Brooke,” he says as he reaches the counter, lowering his head onto it. “I need one now!”

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LEON

Ant.

His presence is an irritation and he’s only granted respect because he’s Brooke’s brother. He certainly hasn’t earned it himself, given how he’s been treating the people who are caring for him. And he’s managed to get on Selina’s bad side, which is a feat in itself given how she’s the most unphased person I know.

“You can’t be serious,” Brooke hisses. “You’ve been doing so well. Isn’t this the chance you’ve been waiting for? A space to get clean with people watching over you? How many times have we talked about this?”

I get the impression that Ant has promised sobriety often, given the hopeful look in Brooke’s eyes despite her defeated tone. In spite of his attitude, she clearly wants the best for him and I don’t blame her. It appears she’ll do everything and anything for her family.

Just like me and my father.

“I know but this is killing me, Brooke. I can’t do it, okay? It’s too stressful. This place is too stressful. If I could get one more hit, just one to take the edge off, then I can start clean and clear.”He sniffles as he talks, continuously curling and uncurling his fingers. “You don’t understand what it’s like!”

Brooke bristles immediately and that pisses me off. I just spent twenty minutes getting her relaxed and loose with the intent of fucking her senseless, and in an instant, her brother has her tense as a board once more.

“No, I don’t understand, but look at yourself, Ant. You’ve already come so far in the short time we’ve been here!”

“No!” Ant slams his fists down on the counter. In a flash, I grasp Brooke’s arm and position her behind me, forcing Ant to look at me with those sunken eyes.

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