Page 95 of If It Can't Be Us

His friends all meet once a month at his place to gamble, smoke cigars, and drink whiskey.

I turn onFriends,partly because Leo hates that I miss his references. I like it. The fake laughter grates a bit, but I settle in for the season five finale. It’s the episode where they go to Vegas. Ross’s doodle on Rachel’s face has me laughing so hard I’m gasping for air. I’m at the part where Joey comes into the hotel room and Ross, very drunk, tells him, ‘If you need anything, I’m your man,’ and then proceeds to sit back into what he thinks is a chair—only to fall straight to the floor. He then asks Joey if he’s okay, and I can’t help but laugh. The scene is hilarious, but it also reminds me of Sarah saying the same thing to Ben after she fell backward on her birthday—the last night we spent together before he died.

I’m laughing so hard that I’m crying, or maybe I’m crying so hard that I’m laughing. I honestly don’t know, but I’m a mess of tears, happy and sad, snot and giggles. Eventually, I gather my wits, blow my nose, and wipe my tears. Yep, it’s good that Leo is not here to witness my hot mess tonight. I keep it on play, watching until close to midnight, and eventually fall asleep.

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I awaken to strong arms wrapping around me and a warm hand up my shirt, cupping one of my breasts.

“Hey babe,” Leo’s deep,sexyvoice resonates in my ear, alerting me to my surroundings as he kisses my jaw, causing me to sleepily smile.

I turn my head enough for his mouth to reach mine and let him kiss me deeply, pulling me into a half-awake awareness while he fondles me under my shirt. He gently squeezes my boob, stroking his thumb back and forth over my nipple. I squeeze my thighs together as a dull throb begins to beat between them.

God, he turns me on.

“What time is it?” I whisper between kisses.

“It’s fuck me thirty, love,” he says with a chuckle, as his lips brush against mine.

“Oh my God,” I say, laughing, “you’re drunk.” He smells of whiskey and cigars, and I love it. I inhale deeply, taking in the scent of him and his desire for me, turning me on all the more.

“Hmm. Maybe a little… I’m really fucking horny for you.” His hand drifts to my stomach. “God, you feel good,” he murmurs, his hand falling lower. I gasp as he slips into my underwear, two fingers sliding down my slit. I eagerly lift my top leg to grant access as he glides his fingers along the slick surface.

“Fuck. You’re so wet, babe.” He slowly drags his fingers up to his mouth, tasting me. “God, and you taste so fucking good.”

Sweet Jesus.

I press my ass into him, grinding against his firm dick as he sucks on my ear and kisses my neck. He makes his way back to my mouth, lifting himself atop me as I roll onto my back. I welcome him as he kisses me deeper.

It’s the middle of the night, and I’m tired, but we are still in that phase of an early relationship where sex takes precedence over everything else. I could do it six times a day with Leo, anytime, anywhere.

I’m all moans and gasps, entering the euphoric zone that Leo takes me to, when he whispers in my ear, “What does the birthday girl want?” He removes my shirt, taking a nipple into his mouth. He tantalizes and teases, scraping his teeth and flicking his tongue while caressing my other boob, and I’m on my way to my happy place.

“Take your clothes off,” I say in desperation, and he obliges, pulling off his shirt and removing his pants, leaving me with all that gloriousness to touch, see, and feel. I welcome his warm body over mine, letting my hands explore every inch of him that I can reach.

He continues to move lower, and I know he wants to go down on me, and Lord knows I want that too because if there was an Academy Award for the best performance down south, Leo would win. Every. Fucking. Time. But it’smybirthday, and what I really want is to feel sexy and desirable, to pleasure him and savor every moment of him wanting me.

I roll out from underneath him. “Mmm, no babe,” I say in a heated whisper, “roll over, on your back.” I maneuver my body to roll with his so that I’m straddling him as he lies on his back, gaining control. His body is so solid under mine, so strong.

I wiggle free from my shorts and underwear, lowering myself onto his hard cock, which twitches in response to my warmth. Biting my bottom lip, I bring my mouth inches from his, my eyes locking onto his with intensity. “You wanna know what I want for my birthday?” I ask, and he nods.

“Yeah, babe. Tell me.”

I bring my mouth to his ear, scraping my teeth against his earlobe. “I want to tease the shit out of you and make you beg for me,” I say as I grind into his cock and flick my tongue against his ear.

“Christ,” he groans, desperately wrapping his arms around me before things get really wild.

We become a frenzy of pushing and pulling, tugging and teasing. He wants to be on top, the one in control, driving me crazy, but I won’t let him. I have to hold his hands down multiple times, knowing he’s strong enough to free himself, to whip me over so he can be ontop, but he lets me dominate him. He spanks me and grips my ass. “Fuck. You drive me crazy,” he growls, his eyes full of lust with a tinge of savageness.

I do everything possible to tease him, building the fire inside him with the kindling of my touch. Each flick of my tongue, each grind against him is a spark, igniting his desire. As his groans grow louder, I fan the flames, watching the heat rise in his eyes. The fire I’ve stoked consumes him, and I can feel his need for me burning hotter and hotter.

I position myself between his thighs, running my tongue along the sexy V of his muscles, drawing out each lick as I graze his inner thigh with my fingers, taking my time to work him up. I let the anticipation build as I slowly drag my tongue along the length of his thick, beautiful cock, swirling around the tip, then pulling back, drawing out the torture.

“Fuck, babe,” he groans, his voice laced with desperation. I smirk, knowing I’ve got him exactly where I want him. I look him in the eye as I finally close my lips over the head, scraping my teeth softly against the skin. His hand fists the sheets as I move up and down, gripping the base of his shaft with one hand, kneading his balls with the other. I moan as I take him deeper, seducing him with my mouth.

His body jerks. “Jesus.” He’s completely unhinged now, the slow build-up driving him insane. I move up and down in perfect rhythm, using every trick I know he loves.

His body trembles beneath me. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groans, every muscle tensing. The warm liquid flows into my mouth, and I swallow every last drop like a champ. I savor the way my name falls off his lips as he comes, knowing I’ve driven him completely wild.

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