Page 25 of Bottle Rocket
She jogged to her room, found what she was looking for, and rushed back. Leo was in the exact spot she’d put him in. She liked that. She liked it so much, and had no idea what it said about her other than that she was bossy.
She lounged back in the chair and placed her prizes beside her. Leo’s eyes were full of fire, and it was all for her.
“Take your shirt off for me, please,” she said. He flung off his leather jacket and started to rip the T-shirt over his head. “Wait. Slow down. I want to savor this.”
He grinned and slowly raised the fabric. His abdomen came into focus first. He was lean and powerful. His hipbones poked out of the top of his jeans, and his body was smattered with small tattoos. Little artsy things. Art deco patterns below his belly button. A continuous-line illustration of a naked woman on his ribs. Hearts and stars and flowers up his midline. Rosie had seen them in vague ways in the self-portraits in his book, but they were bold, black lines in the flesh. She wanted to map them with her tongue.
Shewouldmap them with her tongue.
As he lifted his shirt higher, he revealed peaked brown nipples and a dusting of chest hair. Desire thrummed in her belly. He got the shirt up and over his head, messing up his hair. The tattoo on the side of his neck extended along the mound of his shoulder and down his bicep before wrapping his forearm and ending on the back of his hand. The ink was dark—a thin, black brush stroke that turned into graceful swirls and birds in flight and finally, on his hand, the wordsLife Raft.
She let her finger trail down the tattoo’s path. Leo vibrated under her touch.
“I want to know about this one, but not right now,” she said.
“I want to tell you about it. But not right now.”
“Shuck your pants and underwear down, but don’t take them off.” She needed him half-dressed and untidy.
He followed her orders. In the figure-drawing class, she hadn’t allowed herself to look, but she wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass her by again.
“Oh,” she whispered. She reached a hand out. “Can I?”
He nodded, his chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly. His cheeks were red, his lips wet.
She ran a finger over the tip of his cock. He had a few freckles on his dick. She had remembered that, actually. They’d laughed about it once. He was girthy with a delicious curve that would hit her perfectly if they fucked. It had thirteen years ago, and she suspected he’d learned some tricks since then. His gaze strayed over to her treasure trove on the arm of the chair.
She let out a soft laugh. “See something interesting?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll have to wait.”
He closed his eyes, pain etched on his features, but she knew it wasn’t pain. He was having trouble holding on.
She quickly undressed too, shimmying off a pair of dark green linen shorts and a silk tank top. She shouldn’t have gone through the effort to put the shorts on earlier. They’d only made it about twenty minutes total. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which Leo hadn’t seemed to notice until she was there in the flesh.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped. “Please let me … do anything.”
She shook her head and stripped off her panties. It felt a bit hedonistic to be naked and on display for him. To be lounging back in her big chair like it was a throne and she was a petulant ruler.
He flexed his fingers at his side and sucked his lip piercing into his mouth.
“You ready, Leo?”
“Yeah.”
Without further ado, she drizzled her new lube directly on Leo’s cock. He gasped and his body clenched.
“Jerk off, but don’t come.” This was number one on her list, and she intended to make him pony up.
“Yes,” he hissed. His eyes fell closed. He was so openly, erotically gorgeous. Wet, sticky heat pooled between her legs, and she shifted them open wider so she could touch herself.
Her clit was slick with her arousal, and a gut-punched noise came from her throat. It kept surprising her—how turned on she was with Leo. She’d had a hell of a dry spell, but she suspected that her pussy practically raining when he was in her vicinity was due to more than that.
His eyes snapped open, and he stared at her. He was leisurely moving his hand on his dick.
“Speed up,” she said.
