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I kept smoothing out the red, short leather skirt the girls forced me into, which clung to and rubbed against my thighs, flowing out at the end and making it impossible to bend over without an upskirt. This was pared with a black crop top, black thigh high stockings and red leather boots. The only saving grace is my red leather jacket.
At least I didn’t have to worry about my hair, now that I cut it short. I folded my arms and let out a huff, blowing my bangs to one side. I felt massively uncomfortable, but they said, this is how you get dressed up with these sort of things. Though, a nightclub isn’t how I pictured how we celebrate my brother and the gang, getting back from China. What if my boss see’s us? What do I say, ‘Hi, it’s me, Claire Redfield. I work for TerraSave.” This is embarrassing.
“Claire.” Sherry whined. “Stop fussing with your outfit. You look cute.” Sherry was dressed in a white cocktail dress, with white thigh high stockings, white heels and had strapped on white fuzzy angel wings and a halo headband. She looked nightclub ready, but seeing a girl I knew since she was twelve dressed like that, bothers me.
“Sherry, you know I’m not big on skirts.” I muttered.
Sherry let out a sigh. At this point, Moira chimed in. She was clad in a similar outfit, but black, with black bat wings and devil horns. I’m surprised Barry let her out of the house looking like that. She is an adult, though. Apparently, her and Sherry met at this club and found out they had a mutual connection through me. Now, they’re regulars at this private shindig.
“Come on Claire, you look hot. And isn’t that cute guy you like gonna be here?” Moira jabbed me.
I could feel my face turn red, but I had no idea what she was talking about, or who. “Wh-What do you mean?”
Sherry playfully shoved Moira. “I just thought they were dating when I was little, okay. I dunno if she’s really into Leon like that.”
I gave them a puzzled look but, shrugged them off. “I haven’t seen Leon in a while but, it would be nice to see a good friend, again.”
Leon, Chris and Rebecca, are gonna meet us here, I haven’t met Rebecca yet, but I am excited, she had told Chris, she never been to a night club and wanted to check it out. Sherry and Moira, set it all up.
“But, like I said. It would be nice to see him, just not...” I trailed off and gestured to the outfit they dressed me up in.
“Pffft.” Moira snorted. “Like I said, you look hot.” She winked.
“Come on, it will be fun.” Sherry smiled.
I sighed, still feeling extreme discomfort, in this flashy attire. “If you say so.”
We inched closer in the line and I started hearing the dull booming of the bass, as the music became clearer and I began to see the flashing lights that poured out of the club entrance in the ally way, I really started to feel like I did not belong. The sounds of people drinking, dancing and having a blast, were muffled at first, but became more apparent as we got closer. This is gonna be a disaster.
“Still no sign of em yet?” Moira leaned to Sherry, with an impatient sigh.
“Hang on.” Sherry squinted and scanned through the passers by. “Oh!” She exclaimed. “I see Chris.” She held her hands up and waved. Three figures turned to her, and sure enough, that was Chris and the rest of our party, that we’re waiting for.
All three made their way towards us. Chris, my brother, was dressed in a black turtle-neck sweater, black jeans and white tennis shoes. He looked a bit out of place, yet he was staring, slack-jawed at us.
“Claire?… Sherry?!” Was all he could get out before Leon grabbed his arm and nudged him aside. Stepping in front of Sherry and shooting her a glare, that looked like that of a disappointed father figure. Leon is dressed pretty normally too, black pants, black vest, black boots, a light blue button up shirt, and black fingerless gloves. His hair has grown longer and was still that sandy blond color, and his piercing blue eyes, flashed in the moonlight of this dark night. While, he’s looking like he just came back from his assignment, considering the vest, it kind of looks like it fits the occasion. So, I can see him settling in at this kind of place. And when he turns toward Sherry, I can see from behind, his pants cling tightly to him, almost emphasizing his firm buttocks. I quickly look away, not wanting to be weird.
“The hell are you wearing?” Leon barked in a deep, gravely voice.
“Me?” Sherry doubled back in surprise. “This is the type of place you dress up at. And I’m disappointed in you guys, we wanted you to be dressed up too.”
Leon glanced over her shoulder, narrowing his eyes at something, we all quickly looked to see what it was. A couple of guys were checking out, mainly Sherry and Moira, and shamelessly making it very clear, that’s what they were doing. That is, until Leon gave them a death glare, that shot daggers through them. They awkwardly looked at the ground and cleared their throat, before slinking away to avoid the hell raising gaze, Leon was burning into them.
Scratch that, I can also see Leon beating the absolute shit out of someone, in this kind of place.
Leon turned back to Sherry and his expression softened. “You need to be more careful around here.” He’s just as bothered as I am about Sherry’s outfit. Sherry huffed and folded her arms, as she was being scolded by her father figure.
“Wait. Is there a certain dress code?” Chris looked confused.
I shrugged. “I guess. It is a night club.”
My big brothers eyes went wide. “Wait, you girls were serious about that. I thought it was a joke and we were going to the bar next door.” He then takes a look at me. “Sis, what the hell are you wearing?”
“They… Insisted I wear this.” I gestured to Moira and Sherry, helplessly.
“I never thought I would see you in a skirt, especially a skirt like that.” He sighs.
“Me either.” I groan.
The petite girl next to him, who I assumed, is Rebecca giggled. She has short, brunette hair, big brown eyes and is dressed in a white and black flannel, a sage green undershirt, dark gray Capri pants and gray flats. She looks really cute and I would give anything to change outfits with her, mostly because it looks more comfortable.
“Come on, Chris. A nightclub is like a bar, just has music and dancing too.” She shrugged.
“And drug use.” Chris muttered.
“And the occasional pervert.” Leon joined.
“Ugh!” Moira blurted out. “Can you men drop the holier-than-thou soldier shit for one night and just fucking have fun. You guys took out a whole bioterrorism attack in China. It’s time to party.”
Leon narrowed his eyes again. “And you are?” That’s right. He hasn’t formerly met, Moira.
“You’re Barry’s daughter, right? Claire told me a lot about you, and how you started working with her at TerraSave.” Chris jumped in, and answered the question.
“Yup, Moira’s the name and getting you guys to relax and have fun, is the game.” Moira winked and shot finger guns. She then grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to her. “See, we even got Claire all dressed up for this.” She grinned.
Leon’s attention focused on me and our eyes met, for a brief moment, before his gaze drifted down to my skirt and my stockings. Right at that moment, Moira poked her head in front of me and blocked his view.
“Now who’s being a pervert?” She snickered.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Leon snapped back.
Even Chris was side-eyeing him. “Mind yourself, Leon.”
Leon shot a glare at my big brother. “What’s that supposed to mean? You can’t tell me you’re not surprised seeing your sister dressed like, that.”
“Yeah, I’m shocked. That look you had, wasn’t shock.” Chris was starting to escalate it, into something else.
I decided to jump in and defuse the situation, Moira had created.
“You make a great point, Leon. I don’t normally wear something like this.” I smiled and rested my hand on his shoulder. We made eye contact, once more. “Still, it’s good to see you again.”
He paused, before returning my smile and shaking his head. “It’s good to see you, too. I’m glad it’s under, somewhat normal circumstances, this time. I just didn’t expect this.” He glanced down at my outfit once more and let out a soft chuckle.
“Honestly.” I turned to Rebecca. “I would love if I could wear your outfit. I’m not a skirt type of person.” I smoothed out the damn thing once more, as it was riding up again.
Rebecca smiled. “Red doesn’t look all that great on me, or I would.” She glanced to Chris. “You must be Claire, Chris has told me a lot about his little sister. I’m Rebecca, it’s nice to finally meet you.”
“Likewise.” I nodded.
We all introduced those who weren’t familiar with each other and conversed as the line slowly moved, and the loud music and bright lights grew closer and closer.
Eventually, Moira was getting the details about how Chris met both Rebecca and Sherry, and the conversation between the four of them were getting pretty in depth. Leon hung back, and stood next to me, not really engaging in the conversation. He has become a bit more, withdrawn at times since we first met, but that’s to be expected, considering all the shit we went through. That, and Moira had grilled him about how he came to know me, Sherry and Chris first, and she can be a bit overwhelming, to say the least.
I turned to Leon and smiled. While he has aged a bit, he still looks very handsome and even more rugged now. His blue shirt is slightly unbuttoned, giving a slight tease at his chest. Even though he’s more slender than most soldiers, he still has a buff, muscular build, that he has maintained, really well.
“So, how are you?” I decide to ask.
He gave a soft chuckle, before giving me a familiar response. “You know, just surviving.”
I remember saying that to him once.
“We’re really doing this nightclub thing?” He raised an eyebrow as we moved closer.
I sighed. “Guess so.”
Another chuckle from him. “You seem excited.” He gave his usual sarcasm.
“Heh, that obvious.” I replied back, with equal sarcasm. “I don’t believe either of us are cut out for this.”
“Not in the least.” Leon shook his head.
It wasn’t long before we made our way to the front and were told the rules. Basically, don’t be an asshole. We were lead in and had to sign a guest book. Me and Leon were Moira’s guests, and Chris and Rebecca were Sherry’s guests, we were also given UV stamps, in case we want to leave and then get back in. The loud music and dance floor lights really hit hard, as we entered into the dark nightclub. A techno version of P!nks, You And Your Hand, was blasting out from the DJ booth up front, as we got in line for drinks. I stuck close to Leon and Chris, as Sherry and Moira were already dancing in line and were attempting to get Rebecca to dance. The two girls are regulars here, so they’re into the scene of this place. Everyone was dressed to the nines in these goth get ups that looked like something out of Rocky Horror Picture Show. Then again, like I’m one to talk, considering what Moira and Sherry got me dressed up in.
We got our drinks and I made the mistake of thinking I would be on the safe side, and order something a friend was having. Unfortunately, I went with Leon. Unlike Moira and Sherry, who got gin and tonics, my brother, who got a beer, or Rebecca, who got a vodka soda, I went with whatever Leon was having. Whiskey, double, straight up, no ice. And man, does that shit hit hard.
We were lucky enough, to find an open table and sat down. I made sure to nurse my drink and got a water as well, so I wouldn’t overdue it. I sat next to Leon and Chris, Sherry and Moira sat next to me, and Rebecca, next to Chris and Moira. Sherry and Moira were practically screaming at each other over the music just to have a conversation, but they were all happiness and laughter. Chris and Rebecca were having a conversation too, talking loudly over the music. Which left Leon and I to make conversation, though, I think the both of us were content in just sipping our drinks and not trying to shout over the music while doing so. I felt my phone buzz suddenly, and looked to see that I got a text, from Moira. I gave her a quick glance before viewing it. It read, ‘Okay, seriously. Leon is fucking sexy, I can see why you like him.’ I wasn’t gonna argue whether I was interested in him or not, and just texted her back that she is practically half his age and shot her a look. She shrugged and I got a text back saying she would ‘Sugar Daddy’ him if she could and that I should ‘smash’. I didn’t respond.
What the hell does any of that mean?
Sherry turned to Leon and I, and smiled. ‘Isn’t it nice that we can finally do something fun and normal for once.” She shouted. I nodded. Sherry seemed genuinely happy and it was contagious to see. Leon also gave her a small smile. He felt that too, in all the time we knew each other, we never were in any situation that was, normal.
We sat and sipped our drinks for a bit, the girls swaying to the beat of the music and Chris and Rebecca conversing and laughing. I found a cute cat picture on my phone, a kitten clinging to a tree branch with the caption ‘hang in there’, and showed it to Leon, he chuckled a bit.
Soon, a lot of drinks were finished, and Moira was getting antsy. She suddenly jumped up shouting, ‘This is my fucking jam! Come on, let’s go dancing.”
“Yeah!” Sherry beamed. They jumped up and grabbed the two people closest to them. Which were Chris and Rebecca.
“Oh. I’m not that type.” Rebecca laughed nervously.
“I have two left feet.” Chris complained.
“You’ll be fine.” Moira brushed it off.
“You two are coming, too.” Sherry reached for us, but Leon pulled away and simply shook his head, causing Sherry to pout.
I gestured to my glass that was still half filled with alcohol. “I still have a drink to finish.”
“I’ll stay with her.” Leon gestured to me, leading Sherry to pout more.
Unfortunately, for Rebecca and Chris, they already finished their drinks.
“Fine. But, when I come back, that better be gone, because we’re getting you guys out on that dance floor.” Sherry promised us.
And with that, Moira and Sherry dragged their victims, out to the dance floor.
I let out a sigh. “We’re safe.”
“For now.” Leon was right. I didn’t want to sneak out of here, since this was supposed to be a celebration, but this was just… Not our thing.
I listened to the song the DJ was spinning, as I took another drink. Sounds like some Daft Punk remix, it all is sort of blending together now. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Leon take a drink, as well. Watching him sit, glass in hand, staring among the dancing crowd, that our friends disappeared in. He looked almost, picturesque. I turned back to my drink, and took another swing. In a way, this was peaceful and blissful, there was comfort in just sitting with him and watching, the loud music droning on.
Balloons rained down onto the people on the floor, and they started bopping them around. I smiled, this is actually, as normal as it can get. While we seem to be out of our element at a nightclub, at least it’s not fighting the living dead, caused by a biohazard developed by a psycho. Instead, we were celebrating stopping that.
This was, in a sense. Peaceful.
My body froze, as I felt Leon’s hand move and rest atop mine. He was repositioning himself, and didn’t seem to notice. His hand is warm, a different kind of warmth, than that created by the humidity of several bodies in this enclosed space. It felt, human, not that of the soldier or federal agent, he has become, more like the rookie cop of when I first met him. My first instinct normally is to jerk away, but since it’s Leon, it was different. I didn’t mind, I smiled and looked to him. He seemed zoned out as he stared among the crowd. Feeling a pair of eyes on him, he glanced to me, then down at his hand on mine. He calmly, moved it back to his drink.
“Sorry about that.” He leaned over and muttered.
“No worries.” I giggled.
He gave a small grin and was about to say something, when Sherry bounded up.
The reckoning is upon us.
“Come on guys!” She cried out. “It’s so much fun. Come join.”
I was gonna use my alcoholic beverage as an excuse again, but as I looked down, I noticed, I absent-mindlessly finished it. I have no excuse now.
Leon had turned away trying to avoid her pleas, but he is breaking down too, she knows too well, neither of us can’t say no to her. I swear, she really is like our adopted daughter sometimes.
He lightly held his head, shaking it, as she continued.
“Claire, Leon, we’re having a blast. Come join us. Pleeeeaaaaasssseee.”
“If we promise to join you, just this once...” Leon trailed off and Sherry nodded.
“Yes. I won’t bother you, again.”
Leon let out a sigh and turned to me. “Well.”
“Please Claire!” Sherry gave me big, puppy dog eyes.
“If I have to, you do as well.” I turned and gave him a grin.
He shrugged and gave a half smile. “Fair enough.”
We can’t win here.
He gulped down the rest of the whiskey and slammed the glass down on the table before standing up, letting out a sigh of defeat. I joined him, and we found ourselves being dragged out to the dance floor by Sherry, begrudgingly facing our inevitable fate.
Hot and humid, several bodies brushed against us, left and right. I managed to get a grasp at Leon but, lost Sherry in the crowd. I turned toward Leon and the crowd was closing in, pushing us right up against each other. I heard the DJ blast Pour Some Sugar On Me, by Deff Leopard, or a remixed version of it.
Fuck it. We’re here now. Might as well commit.
I pulled Leon close, he didn’t seem to mind that. In fact, I think I saw him grin. “Guess we’re dancing.” I shouted over the music, unsure if he heard me.
I quickly discovered, he did in fact, hear me, quite well. As I begin to move my body to the beat of the music, his body moves perfectly with mine, almost too good.
For some reason, I never expected such fluid motion from him, but it makes sense considering the time he told everyone, about how he dodged a room full of lasers, in Spain. I can feel something overtake me, as felt that muscular physique of his grind with mine, in time with the music. A much different warm feeling. I feel like, I don’t want him to stop.
At one point, our eyes meet, I can tell mine are glazed over as I lean in, without a second thought. My hand comes up and brushes his hair away from his face, cupping his cheek. He too, leans in to meet me, our lips connect and everything seems to melt around us. His lips are much softer than I imagined.
I feel him pull me close, further parting his lips, his tongue brushes against mine, I can feel something metal, and realize, it’s a tongue stud. That’s, pretty fucking hot, actually. I gave little resistance, forgetting where we are, and really not caring. He held my hips, pressed against his, feeling something hard and massive, also pressed against me. He wants me to feel that, and it makes my imagination run wild.
I let out a soft gasp, as we part and our eyes meet once again. The world, people and noise returning around us. I felt a bit embarrassed about how public that was, but no one else seemed to mind or care, in fact there were others, doing well…. Much more. Despite that, I blushed, as I asked a very bold question. But, I’m in this deep, and I want to see where it goes.
“Hey, you wanna head back to my place.” My voice is low but he hears me, nonetheless.
“Sure. I haven’t actually been before. Would love to check it out.” He adds a sly tone to his voice. Completely unbothered, at what I’m shamelessly asking for.
I nod and hold his hand as I lead him toward the exit. Dodging and weaving through the crowd. Before we can make it though, we bump into Moira.
“Oh! Hey, there you two are.” She says.
“Hey.” I was a little caught off guard, by her as well. “Have you seen Sherry?”
“Yeah. She’s with Rebecca and Chris, getting another drink. And I’m guessing you two are gonna… You know.” She giggled. Yeah…. It’s pretty obvious isn’t it? “Should I give an excuse to your bro or?...” She trailed off.
Leon held up his hand. “Knowing Chris, he’ll figure it out. You don’t have to say anything.”
“And, what if he asks?” She folds her arms.
“Just tell him not to worry about it. He trusts Leon.” I said, feeling myself get impatient, as I contact an Uber.
She salutes. “Gotcha. You kids have fun.” She winked, as she walked off. She won’t let me live this one down. It will spread around the office like wildfire. But, I couldn’t really care right now. All this time I have known Leon, I haven’t gotten an opportunity like this. Usually, I would have to deal with women like Ada Wong, but now it’s been offered to me, like a whole meal, served on a silver platter. And, I don’t believe I want it to pass me by.
We walked out to meet our Uber and silently headed off to our destination, my house. While we both sat in the backseat, we kept our hands to ourselves, but the driver knew what was up. They didn’t say anything, but they knew. It seemed like an eternity, before we arrived at my suburban home, on the far side of town. I thanked the driver and tipped extra, as I always do.
Leon looked at the house and gave a smirk. “Nice place you got.”
“You should see the inside.” I grinned, pulling out my keys.
“I’m sure that looks nicer.” He commented as he followed me.
We went inside, and I flicked on the light switch. It’s a small, but cozy place. Nice, clean and well kept too, like something you would see on the home and garden channels, on tv. I kicked off my boots, which were killing me at this point, and Leon did the same, without me even asking for him to take off his shoes.
My three cats, immediately emerged from their corners and came to greet me and the new stranger. Leon calmly knelt down and pet each one, as they approached him.
“Hey there, little guys.” He said to them. Purrs echoed from them, as they nuzzled him. It’s a rather cute and heart warming scene. Which, made him all that more attractive.
“The white one is Snowbell, the orange one is Fireball, and the gray one is Sammy. All boys, I’m sure they want to be fed.” I went to the kitchen and opened the cupboard, that contained the bag of cat food. Once they heard the familiar noise, they ran to me and circled their food dishes.
“And they don’t care who feeds ‘em. I got a black cat back home, named Felix. I’ll text Chris and ask him to stop by, to feed him.” Leon rose back to his feet, before taking off his black vest and resting it on the coat hanger, giving me a bit more to look at, his shirt is tucked into his pants, about three buttons undone, he looks like a model for Playgirl.
“Sounds adorable.” I said, knowing full well, Chris will connect the dots at that point, if we don’t make it back. I poured food into the bowls and put the bag away, letting my cats feast.
“I like that you named one after a whiskey.” Leon replied with a chuckle.
I shrugged with a smile. “Could’ve just named him Whiskey. By the way.” I walked to my liquor cabinet. “Want anything to drink?”
He grinned. “You got whiskey?”
“I have Fireball.” I shot back the same grin.
“Fireball, it is.”
At his request, I poured us a glass of Fireball, no ice. I added ginger ale, from the fridge, to both drinks, I’m sure Leon won’t mind. I stretched and removed my jacket. Hanging it on the coat rack next to the door.
“Whew. Dancing works up a sweat.” I mention, taking a sip of my drink on the counter, and really looking him over.
I notice that Leon like’s to wear real tight, fitting shirts, even button ups. That reveal and cling to, every. Single. Defined. Rippling. Muscle.
Suddenly, it’s hotter in my home, than it was on the dance floor.
“Why don’t you make yourself comfy, on the couch.” I didn’t really attempt to mask the lust that crept into my voice, and it showed to Leon, as he smirked and walked over, plopping himself on the couch in front of the tv.
I grabbed the drinks and brought them over, setting them on the coffee table in front of the couch, before settling down next to him. I turned on the tv and scrolled through the movies, wondering what would make the best background noise, if things will lead, well, where I think they will. Fireball was sniffing at Leon’s feet. As cats do.
“If you take off your socks, he’ll play with them.” I smiled.
“Huh. You don’t say.” Leon went about testing out that theory, by removing both socks and tossing them at Fireball, who immediately went on the attack. We both got a giggle, as he pounced and chased the socks. Probably smelling smells from the cat, Leon has.
Eventually, I landed on a movie, 28 Days Later. I let out chuckle. “It’s a zombie movie.”
Leon gave a half smirk. “That seems familiar.”
I pressed play and set the remote down. Leon picked up his drink and took a deep swig, I joined him.
“What did you mix with this?” He asked after the first taste.
“Ginger ale.” I answered.
“Ah.” He nodded. “Tastes good.”
We scooted close together and focused on the movie, for a bit. Not even fifteen minutes in however, and we’re already laughing.
“We’ve dealt with much worse than this shit.” Leon shook his head.
“They’re just infected, on steroids. No way, that would make the world apocalyptic.” I chimed in, polishing off my drink, moments after Leon. He set his glass down on the coffee table and returned to my side. His gaze moved down my body and his hand, rested on my right thigh.
“I kind of like this outfit, it looks cute.” He commented.
I sighed. “If I’m gonna be honest. These clothes are really uncomfortable, and I would rather not be wearing them.”
He raised an eyebrow, “So, is that an invitation?”
I smiled, feeling myself blush, that warm sensation returning to my body, as I leaned in close. “If you wouldn’t mind.” I gently press my lips to his, he returns the affectionate gesture, immediately. “Yes. That’s an invitation.” I whispered, as I pulled away.
“I don’t have a condom.” Leon admits sheepishly.
“I’m on the pill.” I reassure him. “You can bust a nut or two inside me, with no baby making.”
“Alright.” He grinned and swiftly pulled me back, into a deeper kiss, I felt that tongue stud once again, the taste of cinnamon lingered on his breath. My hands caught the fabric of his shirt, sneaking up underneath, untucking it and undoing more buttons. His skin feels soft to the touch, but the muscle is like a solid, granite statue. He slides me onto his lap and I pressed my body against his, as I straddled him.
He broke the kiss to let me pull his shirt away, it dropped somewhere onto the floor. He grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands back to him, and placing them on himself. Letting me explore the feeling of his chest and abdomen. I leaned back to take in the amazing view for myself, before he pulled me back in for another kiss. His hands, snaking up my thighs and beneath my skirt, resting on my butt as his lips gently traveled down my neck.
His expert fingers, slipped between the fabric of my panties, as he suddenly bit down into my skin. I let out a sharp gasp, as I felt the hot sting of teeth sinking into my flesh. His fingers penetrating deep inside of me, curling against my vaginal wall, as they slide in and out of me. The sensation of his soft touch and the sweet, warm, wet pain of his tongue gently caressing my skin, as he bites into my neck, sent warm waves of pleasure, through me. I held on to his shoulders, my body reacting on its own, moving with his fingers. I let out a breathless moan into his ear.
“Now, I see what gets you going.” He whispered in a husky tone, after a soft chuckle, once he pulled away from that now, tender spot on my neck. The air hit the wet saliva, giving it a cold sting. I pull back slightly, figuring two can play at that game. I moved to his right side, trailing kisses along his jawline and his neck before finding a soft spot of skin, that I can bite into.
He let out a soft sigh as I did so, “Come on, you can do better than that.” He muttered into my ear. “Harder, Redfield.” His voice went to a sudden growl, as one of his hands moves up and grabbed my hair in tufts. Well, it’s easy to figure out Leon is the rough, kinky type. So, with all the strength I can muster up in my mouth, I clamped my jaw down as hard as I could.
“Fuck..” A soft snarl escaped him, as his hand gripped my ass, his pelvis pressed against mine. I can feel how hard he is, he must be getting scraped by his zipper. “That’s better.” He gasped, as I pulled away from him.
“Before, we continue.” I inquired. “Any safe words I should know about?”
He paused. “A firm no, is my go to. That work for you?”
“Yeah. It does.” I grinned.
“Great.” His voice turned low, and husky. “Now, get down.”
He rested his hands on my shoulders, implying that he wanted me to go down on my knees. I scooted back and did just as he instructed. Slowly, trailing kisses along his pectorals, abdomen, and the V line in his pelvis, I descended down onto my knees in front of him. Unzipping his pants and pulling back his black boxers, I reveal his massive erection.
I let my tongue travel up from the base to tip, I feel his body quiver, in anticipation. A bit of precum drips out, onto his abdomen, as I grab a hold and bring it to my lips. He takes in a sharp breath, as my mouth encircles the member, I tease the head with my tongue, drawing little circles before he grabs my head and guides me down, and then back up and back down again, each time, my head bobbed further and further down. My tongue and mouth, massaging him as he pushes deeper and deeper down my throat. I look up at him and we make eye contact, he grins as he enjoys both the sensation, and the view. I pull back, letting his cock glisten with precum and saliva before trailing warm, open mouth kisses, up and down the length. I kiss and tease his balls, with my tongue, dancing circles on his soft skin, and eliciting another deep moan from him. Reaching my hand up and gripping tightly as I stroke him from base to tip. My thumb brushing past the slit, as more precum spurts out.
I reposition myself, encircling my lips around the head once more, as my mouth slides from tip to base, my tongue sliding out, and down his balls, each time I engulf the entire length, down my throat. He grabs my head with both heads, and guides me as he begins bucking his hips.
“Yeah. That’s it.” He moans, as his movements match up with mine. My whole throat, is burning as I feel him rub against my voice box. But, nothing I can’t handle. His breathing quickens, and a soft whimper escapes him, that turns into another moan, as his entire body tenses, while grips my hair. I can feel several successive pumps of warm, salty fluid erupt out, filling my mouth, esophagus and almost bursting past my lips. I nearly pull back, but he holds my head firmly in place.
“Swallow.” He growled. “Every bit. Swallow it.”
I do as he says, gulping loudly, as I suck out every last drop.
He chuckled. “Good girl. You don’t wanna make a mess of yourself.”
The way he talks to me, makes me feel a certain type of crazy feeling, a sort of uninhibited and wild desire, that I never felt before.
He helped pull me to my feet, and subsequently, the already tangled and wet mess, that was my panties, slid down my thighs and onto the floor, with Leon’s help. He pinned me down on the couch, but not before kicking off his own pants and undergarments.
“We should get you out of those uncomfortable clothes.” He whispered, making quick work of pulling my shirt off and unhooking my bra, sliding that off my body, as he trail soft kisses along my chest. His nude form, practically pouncing on me. His hand once again, slipping up my skirt, as his lips encircle around my nipple. The feeling of his warm, wet tongue against my sensitive skin, sends a shiver down my spine, adding light suction, as his tongue caresses my areola. I feel his fingertips lightly brush against my soaking, wet labia, rubbing against my clitoris, upon effortlessly finding it. A numbing, warm tingle emanates through my trembling body, and I arch my back.
I moan out, my body writhing, as his mouth pulls away and gives the same treatment to the other nipple, the metal of his tongue stud, only enhancing that pleasing sensation. At that, he plunges two fingers inside me, thrusting and curling against the wet flesh inside me. I cry out once more, as his thumb massages my clit, his mouth pulling away from my now raw chest, my nipples red with how much he’s sucked and licked at them. He looms over me, continuing to tease me with his fingers, my chest heaving as my breath comes out in short gasps, feeling warm fluid, spilling from me and dripping down his fingers.
He pulls his hand back, admiring the lubrication coating his fingers before making a show of licking it off his skin. His tongue stud, glinting in the light of the flashing screen of my tv. He then grips my inner thighs, keeping my legs separated, before slowly sliding down onto his stomach. I feel him tracing soft, tender kisses along my inner thighs, before I feel his warm breath against me, as he wraps his arms around my thighs. He wants me to make sure I feel his breath, enjoying that it’s sending soft tremors down my spine.
His soft, warm and wet tongue gently slides up and down, between my labia before gliding in and out of me, pressing that tongue stud against my fleshy walls. A shuddering whimper escapes my throat, as his tongue dances around my labia, making sure I feel the metal ball of that stud, as his tongue massages my clit. I arch my back, crying out for him, which encourages him to continue, rubbing his tongue right up against that sweet spot. My whole form trembles, my legs wrapping around his muscular frame, keeping him right there, as my fingers curl, gripping the couch cushions.
My body writhes beneath him, and I moan out pleading cries for him, his lips encircling around my clit and giving light suction. I throw my head back again, blinking back tears of desperation, he’s just so merciless in teasing me, sucking and licking that sensitive area. I run my fingers through his light, blond hair, gripping tufts of it, only encouraging him. The overstimulation getting to its peak, as warm fluid squirts from me, giving me some release, as it coats my lower regions. He laps it up, moving his hand and continuing to tease me, by rubbing his tongue and the tip of his thumb, against my clit. He’s practically making me cum, with every light touch, I can’t stand it anymore, I really need him to stop dancing around it. Come on, Leon, just fuck me senseless. Fuck me into the couch cushions, fuck my brains out, until I can’t walk anymore.
“God… Leon… Please.” I practically beg him, my voice shaking.
He pulls away, licking his lips as our eyes meet.
“Ah… Hah...” I can’t form words anymore, but he understands that I wanna stop playing around, and I wanna get down to business. He moves away, repositioning himself as his big, strong hand, grips me by the throat, his fingers curling around my neck. I choke out a moan as he lifts me, sitting back down on the couch, he places me, straddling on top of him. He releases the grip on my neck, one hand holding me by the thigh, as his other hand grips the base of his cock, pressing the tip up against my pussy. I get a little stability, grabbing onto his shoulders. Once perfectly positioned, his palms cup my ass, fingers gripping the skin as he pushes me down, his hips rolling up, allowing him to slowly plunge every inch of his cock deep inside me. I come to a rest on his pelvis, taking in his entire length, feeling the tip push past my cervix, up inside my uterus. It’s a hell of a lot to take, and my fingers dig into his shoulders as I let out a breathless moan.
His hips begin bucking as he thrusts into me, I wrap my legs around his thighs, gaining leverage, as I begin to bounce on his lap. Each thrust going balls deep into me, as I match his increasing pace. The sensation becoming wetter and wetter, with his hard cock rubbing against the flesh of my vaginal walls, the head of his cock penetrating my womb, as it rubs against my cervix, hitting just the right G-spot. His hands grip my ass and guide my movements, grinding into me with each thrust. I lean in close to him, feeling his pelvis rub against my clit, as our bodies grind with each other in sweet passion.
I cry out in moans of ecstasy, holding on tight as he rails into me, matching his pace as a warmth and sensual heat fill my body. The couch creaks beneath us with every thrust, and I hear soft, low moans begin to escape his mouth, too. The warmth of his panting breath and the sweet sounds of his voice, caressing my eardrums. He gives my ass a couple hard smacks, the stinging sensation causing me to cry out, before grabbing a hold of my ass again and going faster. My nails dig into his skin as I hold on, my hips slamming into his, the increased pace of his skin rubbing against my clit and his cock railing into my pussy makes me sopping wet, squirting out warm fluid, that trickles down his pelvis and balls, as I grind against him and match his movements.
“Fuck, just like that.” He moans out. His hands lightly caressing my booty, as I ride him just right. “Keep that up… Ah… Fuck.” He pants heavily, as I give soft, higher pitched moans. My forehead touching his.
“Oh Leon.. Oh God...Yes...Yes.” I moan out, as our eyes meet. His pale blue eyes, glazed over, heavy with desire, as our bodies move in passionate rhythm. His cock hitting the g-spot deep inside me, and his pelvis rubbing my clit, stimulating every nerve in my body. I close my eyes, focusing on the feeling as a warm, numbing tingle erupts through me, starting from my pussy. My toes curling as I achieve a perfect climax, the orgasm sending trembling shock waves through my entire being, and caressing each nerve ending with a light, warm, sensual touch.
“You feel like heaven.” He moans out, throwing his head back just as I do, his bucking hips slowing down, coming to a halt. Each thrust, shooting pumps of warm seamen into me, filling me up and dripping out onto the cushions below, as he slowly comes to a stop, mixing with my own cum and creating a puddle beneath us.
He lifts me up, pulling his still massive and throbbing cock out of me, causing his seed to spill down my inner thighs, as it trickles out of me. I prop myself on my knees, watching as he grips his cock, giving it a couple strokes before pressing it against my labia, rubbing his shaft against my overstimulated clit. I can feel and see the blood rushing back to his lower regions, he’s already hard again. My body still, automatically rocks against his cock, rubbing against me, feeling light pulses of pleasure circulate through me.
Soon, my knees buckle with a hard tremble, and I stumble off of him, onto my hands and knees before collapsing, face down on the couch. Panting heavily, I feel Leon climb on top of me, looming over me. I give a soft moan, as his hand clasps around my neck from behind, fingers gripping my throat as he lifts my head up, pressing his lips against my ear.
“I’m not finished yet, think you can go another round?” He props my hips, leaving my buttocks pressing against his pelvis and my back arched, using his own legs to spread my legs, I feel the tip of his cock pushing into my vaginal opening.
I can’t say no to such a tantalizing offer. “You can’t get enough, can you?”
Leon responds by shoving his cock deep inside me, mounting me like an animal. Eliciting a high pitched moan from me. “What can I say, you get me off.” He thrusts hard into me, with quick succession. Holding himself up with one hand, as leverage, as he rails into me once more. Leaning back into each thrust, as the tip of his cock hits that g-spot in me, just right. Both my hands grip the couch cushions, as my ass ripples against his pelvis, clapping against his skin. Grinding back against him as I take every powerful, hard thrust. His grip tightening around my neck, he moans a sweet, dark sound, through grit teeth in my ear. My head thrown back, I’m moaning out cries of sheer pleasure, as his cock slides in and out of my wet pussy.
He increases his pace, his thrusts getting faster and harder, I can feel him penetrate my womb with each thrust, massaging my g-spot as I bounce against his cock. The sensation becoming so wet and slippery, skin smacking against skin, as his balls slap against me, with each thrust. One of my hands moves up and runs through his hair, causing him to lean closer, wrapping his arm around me and holds me in place as he continues going to town.
“Oh God, Leon.” I cry out. “Fuck, yes!”
The sound of my cries and moans and the skin on skin contact echo over the movie, if it was still playing, fuck if I know or care anymore.
“Ah! Leon!” He’s hitting just the right spot, deep inside me, and he’s not letting up. I lean into it, my body feeling numb and warm as he massages that sweet spot.
“That’s my name, babe. Say it again.” He moans into my ear.
“Oh, Leon.” I do as he commands, feeling my eyes roll back, as I close them. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop.”
He chuckles darkly, nipping at my ear as his thrusts become faster, rougher, ramming into me and making me take every inch of him. My mind is going blank, I soon have no shame, losing myself to overwhelming pleasure and giving myself fully over to him. The whole couch shakes with each powerful thrust, I swear, it could break at any moment.
I grip the couch, arching my back as I feel that familiar warm, numbing sensation overtake me, once more. He growls into my ear, as he slams his hips into my backside, thrusting his cock into my pussy a few more hard and swift times. I throw my head back.
“Oh fuck, Leon. Yes, yes, Oh God, YES!” I reach sweet release, as he plunges balls deep into me, holding me there as he pumps me full of his warm cum, filling me up once more and dripping out onto the couch below, mixing with my own as I cum, too. He ensures I take his entire load, as we hang onto our orgasm, letting it wash over us, before sinking into the couch, in breathless, heaving gasps for air.
He cuddles me, tenderly planting kisses along my neck. Our lips meet and we share passionate, sweet kisses, as well. I snuggle up to him, feeling fully safe and taken care of, in his arms. His fingers gently stroking my hair, as I tuck his bangs behind his ear at one point. They fall forward, in front of his face and he blows them out of the way, before we both share a laugh.
We look at the tv and notice that the movie has long, been over. Like, we were paying attention anyway. Leon checks his phone, for the time, pulling it out of his pants pocket, where it had been discarded on the floor.
“You think we should see if they’re still there?” He asks.
“Only one way to find out.” I shrug with a grin.
“Alright.” He pulls out of me, giving my now red ass, a spank before getting up. “Let’s get ourselves cleaned up and head back.”
As I get dressed, I noticed Leon never took off the thigh high stockings when we were intimate, they were pretty stained, and so were my panties. Hoping those wouldn’t show up on some black light, I got dressed, popped the collar on my jacket to hide the love bites, and we headed back. I don’t know why I put so much effort into hiding it, everyone knew what we had done, even the Uber driver made a comment about the fun night we must be having. And Leon did nothing to hide his hickeys. Of course he wouldn’t.
When we arrived back, we immediately spotted Rebecca.
“Hey, you two disappeared. Chris was wondering, if you’re okay.” She looks concerned.
“Oh yeah, we’re fine. Just needed to get away from the bright lights and loud music.” I made up an excuse, shouting over the said, loud music.
“I’m gonna grab us another drink.” Leon smirked, before leaving my side and headed over to the bar.
That’s when Moira and Sherry ran up to us.
“Claire, you missed it, Moira won a dance competition.” Sherry beamed.
“It was nothing, ‘sides you were up to more important shit. Getting down and dirty, right Claire?” Moira gave me a wink. Annnnnd, here we go.
“Huh?” Sherry tilted her head, at her new friend.
“So, how was it, or should I ask, how was he? Gimme all the details.” Moira nodded over to Leon, who was busy ordering.
“What do you..?” Sherry trailed off, looking at me.
“You’re not saying...” Rebecca pulled back my jacket, exposing the telltale signs. “Wow, you really did. Hey, I’m impressed, that’s bold.”
“I mean, I thought you were dating when I was little but, you and Leon really did.” Sherry blinked in surprise.
“Okay yes, I knew I couldn’t hide it.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Yeah, it happened.”
“I mean, have you seen dat ass.” Of course Moira points to Leon, as he’s leaning down and grabbing the drinks. Emphasizing that perfect booty, that one can bounce a quarter off of.
“Again, you’re half his age.” I sigh.
“Moira please, Leon is like a father to me.” Sherry visibly cringes.
“And isn’t Claire like a mother? So, just think of it as your parents fuc-.”
“That’s even worse.” Sherry interrupted Moira, covering her ears, as Moira just giggled.
“Well, I’m not judging you.” Rebecca reassures me.
“You better not, I saw you snuggling up to Chris, earlier.” Moira teases.
“That’s not!… I mean.” Rebecca blushes, seemingly at a loss for words. Only saved, when Leon comes back, drinks in hand, giving one to me.
Now, Moira diverts her attention onto him.
“So, did you kids have fun?” She grins.
“Leon chuckles. “That’s for us to know, and for me to not talk about around Sherry.”
“Thank you, Leon.” Sherry sighs.
“Aw, no fun.” Moira does a fake pout.
“Shot down.” Rebecca giggles.
I breathe a sigh of relief and take a sip of my drink. Then, Chris approaches.
“Sorry, had to hit the can. Oh hey, you’re back, Claire… And Leon.” Chris’s eyes move from me to Leon, back to me, and then back to Leon. Though he looks like a meathead, Chris is very smart, he narrows his eyes on the mark on Leon’s neck, an obvious love bite, he also notices my own hickey.
“Leon, I trust you. But, I still have to ask. You two used protection?” Yup, he knew too.
“Yes, I told him, I’m on the pill.” I shut this all down before it could burst again.
“I can confirm.” Leon nods.
“Right, you said it was for monthly flow reasons.” Chris nodded at me. “I remember now. I don’t need the details. Just glad you were safe about it.” Chris breathes a sigh of relief, but I can’t help but notice he put an arm around Rebecca. I may not be able to tease him like he’s gonna tease me about hooking up with Leon, but at least I got some dirt on him.
“I need the details.” Moira pipes in.
“I don’t.” Sherry counters.
“Yeah, let’s not.” Chris reiterates. Wanting nothing to do with the fact that his close friend was just banging his sister.
“I’m not gonna ask why you wanna know so bad.” Leon said in his usual cynical tone.
“Can we just drop it?” I groan.
“Yeah, we’ll shelve it for now, let’s just continue having fun and enjoying ourselves.” Rebecca smiles.
“Right, save it for later.” Moira shoots her finger guns at me. I can only chuckle and shake my head.