Hansel 4(28)

I look into those wide, apologetic eyes for what feels like forever. Leah’s eyes. I know them well. I know confusion in them; pain; joy; love.

This is Leah. She is here with me right now. And she’s not mine. I fucking know she’s not. She doesn’t need to be.

But this is the last time. It must be the last time. And so, I let myself do something foolish.

I grab her head with my scarred, broken hands and lift her mouth to mine so I can kiss her crazy. I kiss her like I’m trying to push my soul into her soul via our mouths. I kiss her like I’m dying and she’s life. I kiss her like she’s exaltation.

“No,” I say between our violent kisses. “It’s not…something…you said. It’s who…you…fucking…are.”

She gasps, or maybe it’s a loud pant.

“Luke.”

“Leah.”

We slide down to the cement landing between the flights of stairs. I yank her shoes off, then her pants, and finally her sexy little panties. I prop one hand under her hips so the cement’s not too cold against her flaming skin, and lower my head between her legs. She gasps before I even touch her. That little noise gets me so fucking hard, I start to lap her cunt like it’s a drug.

“It’s fate,” I breathe against her swollen flesh, “because it brought me you.” I push my finger in and lick her up and down. “You are my fate.”

“Oh God!” She grinds against my face. She tugs my head down, smashing my tongue against her clit. I use the tip of it to make her scream, “Oh God, Luke!”

“That’s right, Leah.”

With my fingers and my mouth, I drive my Leah slowly mad.

I hold her while she shudders and mews, then I pick her up and carry her up three more flights of stairs. Her eyes are closed, and she doesn’t seem to remember she’s not clothed, so I stop at the mouth of the stairwell to take my shirt off and wrap it around her.

My room is not far from the stairwell, but it’s far enough for me to have a second in my head. For me to realize what I’ve done, and to decide that I don’t give a fuck. Not unless she does, and when I look down at her, I find her smiling up at me.

“Happy?” I ask.

Her smile widens like the Cheshire fucking Cat.

One swipe of my card, and we’re in my well-appointed suite. Leah wraps her arms around my neck and nips at my bicep with her teeth.

My cock throbs in my pants. My balls are drawn up underneath. My head’s buzzing. I kiss her mouth and lie her on the bed, then turn around and walk over to a table with a coffee maker and a room service menu. My intention is to give her a second to cool down. Just be sure she’s thought about this.

I know I don’t give a shit if I’m doing something that will haunt me later, but I want to be sure she doesn’t.

I’m palming my cock, gritting my teeth, and enjoying the taste of Leah’s pussy on my tongue when she throws her arms around me from behind.

“What are you doing, silly man?” With her arms around my hips, she urges me to the king-sized bed and pushes against my chest, so I’m laid out on my back, shirtless, wearing just my pants and shoes. My cock strains and throbs against my fly.

“Oh no,” she coos, bending down over it. “This looks like a problem. Would you like some help?”

She rubs me with her palm and traces the hard outline with her fingers. “Leah…”

“If only there was something I could do about this. Maybe if I were to take your pants off…”

She bends down and seals her mouth around my head. She breathes her warm breath through the fabric of my slacks, and I feel my pulse pound in my balls.

“Fuck.” I grab her shoulders.

“Mmmmm.” She cups me through my pants and melds her lips around me, teasing through the fabric with her lips and teeth.

I rock my hips against her face and clench my fists.

“Let’s get rid of these pants now.”

She unfastens my slacks and frees my rock-hard cock. It bounces in the air like a rocket blasting off, and then she’s on my lap. My legs are hanging off the bottom of the bed, my hips right at the edge, and Leah’s straddling my thighs. Clinging to my hip while she tries to get her balance on the edge of the bed. She does, and then she’s jacking me off. Sucking me into her mouth and taking me deep into the velvet of her throat.

“Leah.” I twine a hand through her hair and focus on not forcing myself down her throat.

She sucks harder as she takes me inch by inch.

“Leah…”

My toes clench.

Her fingers tickle over my sac. I feel the head of me bump something soft and warm: the back of her throat. Her tongue twirls around my base.