Obsession (10 page)

Realizing I was looking over my shoulder to stare at his butt in a totally obvious move, I turned and forced my guilty gaze straight ahead, hoping Leo didn’t notice. If he did, he didn’t say anything, instead escorting me to the curb in silence. I swore I could feel him next to me, electricity connecting our bodies with invisible waves so it felt like I was pressed to his side instead of walking by him.

Mark, the driver, was waiting for us and I could feel the eyes of curious people walking past, staring. They were probably wondering why a man like Leo was slumming around with a dork like me. My usual negative thoughts didn’t have time to take root, my entire being distracted by the heat of Leo’s body as he slid in next to me. I studied him in the full sunlight, taking in the deep shadows that his heavy bone structure gave his face, the crinkles around his eyes and his firm lips. While he’d never grace the cover of a magazine or star in a movie based on his looks alone—he wasn’t pretty by any means—I found him to be the most delicious thing I’d ever laid eyes on.

The soundproofing inside the car was excellent, so I was able to hear the way his breath hitched when he looked over at me.

“Come home with me,” he all but demanded, his tone confident and incredibly sexy.

“What?”

“Come home with me. Call your roommate and tell her you’re spending the day with me.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

I started to laugh, but the intense expression on his face made me hesitate. “Seriously?”

“Absolutely.”

“But—why?”

He leaned back in his seat, studying me before his deep voice filled the car again. “Are you attracted to me, Hannah?”

Blushing hot enough to fry an egg on my face, I looked away. Did I tell him yes then feel like a moron when he says he’s just trying to be friends with me and wants me over to play Scrabble? Did I tell him no and not only lie to him, but also possibly offend him? Or worse yet, hurt his feelings?

“Tell me.”

The snap in his voice had me blurting out, “Yes.”

“I find you very attractive as well.” The corner of his mouth curled up in a smile and the emptiness in his eyes filled with warmth. “I also find you kind, smart, and funny. I’d like to get to know you better. Come home with me, spend time with me. You must be hungry, let me feed you.”

I was hungry all right, hungry for his dick, and the mental image of him feeding it to me had my pussy squeezing tight with longing. My mind couldn’t seem to stop thinking about what it would be like to touch him, to taste him. I’d like to get to know him by ripping off his clothes and fucking him in the backseat of his car. With each beat of my heart, heat rushed between my legs and I squeezed my thighs together.

“Are you sure?”

“I am absolutely positive.”

“Okay. I’d enjoy having lunch with you, but after that I have to go home to get my stuff for class.”

His smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “What class is it?”

“Art History, it’s one of my favorites.”

We talked about my classes while we drove farther than I’d expected, the road lined with big palm trees swaying in the hot desert breeze. “Where are we going?”

“Paradise Valley. I have a home out there.” He reached out and took my hand in his, sending a flurry of tingles running through me. “I think you’ll like it.”

My breath came out in a rush as he rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. “I’m sure I will.”

We passed through two massive security gates before the Rolls climbed the drive to a magnificent Mediterranean-meets-desert-southwest style home that took my breath away.

Pressing my nose to the window in a no doubt undignified way, I breathed out, “Oh, Leo, I love it.”

“Do you?”

I turned to face him as the car came to a stop. “I really do. It’s magnificent.”

The lines around his mouth deepened as he smiled and the leather of the seat creaked when he leaned forward. “I’m glad.”

When Mark opened my door and helped me out, I tried not to gawk at the immaculate landscaping filled with desert flowers and mature trees. While there was only a small patch of grass, there were these gorgeous rock formations that the builder had included that gave the place a raw beauty. The mansion was situated high on a hillside, isolated from its neighbors, and I imagined that at night the view must be amazing.

Leo reclaimed my hand in his own, leading me through a pair of massive weathered wood and black wrought iron doors into the cool cream and burgundy two-story foyer of the house. Summer in Phoenix was no joke, and the blessed kiss of air conditioning made me sigh in delight.

I was too busy enjoying the feeling of the faint breeze on my skin to pay attention to his home, at least at first. By the time we moved through a formal sitting room and into what I can only describe as a luxurious, glass-enclosed patio filled with potted plants and invitingly deep couches and a daybed, my jaw was probably hanging all the way down to my chest. This place was remarkable; it was everything I’d ever wanted in a home, right down to my dream massage chair that cost like ten grand which I’d glimpsed during our walk to the patio.

“Hannah?” Leo asked me as we came to a stop before the vast windows that looked out over the valley below. “Are you all right?”

“What? Yes, of course. Sorry, it’s just…your house is perfect. I mean—it’s like you looked into my head, plucked out my dreams and made it real. I probably sound dumb, but this place is just amazing. I can’t believe you live here. If this was my place, I’d never leave the house.”

He smiled then raised my hand to his lips, the brush of his skin against mine making my nipples tighten. Sensuality filled the air around him and I was having a hard time remembering my name, let alone the reasons why climbing him and kissing him until I tasted blood suddenly was a bad idea. My skin prickled and my nipples were so hard, they stung as they rubbed against the cheap lace of my bra with every heavy breath.

Still holding my eyes, he lightly sucked my pointer finger into his mouth and I swear my pussy quivered at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue stroking me.

A hard surge of some emotion I could only describe as aggressive desire tore through me as his teeth scraped along my skin while he watched my every reaction, fed from it. My heart began to pound and the need scraped against the surface of my body, begging to be let out, demanding a release. Every inch of me was primed for sex, my panties flooded as if I’d been teased for hours instead of barely touched. Not that any lover of mine had ever bothered to tease me for more than a few minutes, but I imagined hours of sensual torture would feel something like the hunger burning in me.

My lip lifted in a snarl as he began to lick my palm, the move so sensual it had an honest-to-God growl coming out of my throat.

I’ve never, ever growled in my life, and it startled me enough that I tried to move out of his hold, but Leo wasn’t letting me go anywhere. “It’s okay. I want you to let the dirty girl that lives inside of you out to play, Hannah. Take me, use me, do whatever you want, and I will fucking love every minute of it.”

His words stunned me and I pressed my hands to my cheeks, trying to get a grip on my out-of-control body. My skin was so sensitive my clothing felt like an irritating abrasion, and I wanted to tear away anything separating my skin from his. Stimulus flooded my mind and I started to shake, the sexual feelings I was experiencing so abnormally intense, I began to freak out.

Damn but he smelled good, and he was so…virile. So alive and in his prime. He practically radiated good health and my lower stomach nearly cramped with the wave of desire crashing through me.

Fear battled with my desire and I gave Leo a panicked look. “Something’s wrong.”

In an instant, he had me cradled in his arms as he carried me to the wide sage-green and mist-gray daybed against the far wall. Bright gold and different shades of green pillows surround three sides of the daybed, making it the perfect place to relax in a nest of comfort. He removed my shirt with slightly trembling hands and I basked in his open adoration as he helped me sit up so he could take off my bra as well. The moment my nipples were exposed to the air, they crinkled and I hissed, lightly rubbing my palms against them.

“Leo,” I nearly whined, “they hurt.”

“Let me make them better.”

Sliding his big hand over my back, he bent and ever so gently began to lick my stiff nipple, my back arching instantly at the sensation of his warm mouth taking away the sting, soothing the hurt. Thank God he was being so careful with me, because even the lightest scrape of his teeth against the tender bud had me clenching my jaw. Then he switched to my other breast, repeating the soft licks until my hips were instinctively rising up, offering my body to him.

He caressed my back as I rubbed against him and purred, shameless in my pleasure in a way I’d never experienced, tingles of an almost burning intensity readying me for him. He pulled away from my breasts and I whimpered. My nipples still hurt, and I ground them against his chest in an effort to seek relief, moaning when the ache only increased.

“Touch me,” I begged.

“I will, baby. I’ll allow you to order me around, use me as you wish, but only for today…and maybe as a special treat in the future. While I can play at being the submissive and enjoy it, it’s not who I am.”

“Who are you?”

He smirked and I squeezed my thighs together tight as he said, “When we’re fucking, or I’m in the mood, I’m your dominant, your Daddy.”

Shit, not only did he have my dream car and home, he was the wicked lover from my dirtiest fantasies. “If you’re my Daddy, who am I?”

“You’re my princess, my baby girl, my everything.”

His large hand began to inch up my side, closer to my meager breast, and I lost my mind to his touch. I swore every tingling inch of my skin buzzed like I was being tickled with an electric wand, the inner walls of my pussy contracting rhythmically to squeeze on a cock that wasn’t there.

Why was I empty and hurting? I had a beautiful, dangerous, virile male animal right here who said I could use him as I wished. My breath hitched and he stared at me with arrogance as I visually devoured him.

Biting my lip, I sat up in his lap and pushed him back onto the bed, assuming the dominant position over him. While I realized it was like a house cat pouncing on a lion, I still felt a heady dose of power that he was allowing me to do this to him, that he was fighting his nature for me. My sensitive sex pulsed as I ground along his erection, appreciating anew how fucking thick he was.

Grasping my breasts, I leaned up and tossed my head back as I tweaked my nipples and cried out at the firestorm of amazing sensations consuming me, making me wild.

A hard shudder went through Leo and my need increased. I looked down and found him watching me as if I was the most essential thing in the world, like I was glorious. His attention was almost as good as the feeling of his body between my legs, and I fell forward, rubbing myself against him like a cat in heat. His luscious mouth tempted me and I closed the distance between us, eager for a taste of his lips.

The moment my tongue stroked his, the restraint he held on to so carefully snapped and he grasped my hips, taking over and rubbing me against his cock.

Allowing him to take control of my movements, I followed his lead without effort, his commands becoming my instincts. Unlike my previous boyfriends, I didn’t have to try to direct him, or pretend I was enjoying his fumbling, hesitant touch. No, Leo knew exactly what he was doing with a woman’s body and I reveled in his experience. My orgasm began to build and I had to place my hands on his chest to balance myself as his movements became more violent. His ridged length stroked over my pussy, pressing hard against my swollen labia and even more swollen clit.

No doubt my hips would have bruise marks from his fingers but the pain only spurred me on and threw me into my orgasm. The muscles of my lower stomach bunched, tightened, and my pussy clenched so hard it hurt. The whole world seemed to freeze, then I exploded while Leo groaned beneath me, his head tossing side to side as his back arched violently. He would have thrown me from his body with the strength of his thrusts if he hadn’t been holding me so tight.

I couldn’t wait to feel him pounding into me.

Panting, I slumped over his big body, bliss softening me until I was a useless puddle. His heart beat hard and steady beneath my ear while I lifted and lowered with his heaving breaths. The scent of him washed over me and I utterly lost myself in him.

The first thought that came back to my shattered mind was that I was pretty sure I’d just made him come in his pants like he did to me. Amazing. Best orgasm of my
life
, and he was fully clothed.

The craving for him hadn’t abated, that aching and empty feeling still twisted in my gut, and I rolled off to the side then sat up on my knees. “Can I still touch you however I want?”

Eyes glittering, he nodded with a wide smile.

“Take off your jacket and shirt.”

I sat back on my haunches while he sat up and did as I asked, revealing a thickly muscled body covered in scars.

The sight of so many injuries still couldn’t detract from the magnificent torso he’d just revealed for my pleasure. Using one hand, I pushed him down onto his back and began to explore him, caressing every inch of skin available to me, shivering with sparks of pleasure as I enjoyed the hard curves of his muscles and crisp sensation of his body hair. It was a shade darker than his golden-brown hair and covered his chest before narrowing down his abs to his pants.

His pants with a wet spot.

A rather filthy impulse filled me and I found myself unbuckling his pants with a big grin, my mouth practically watering at the thought of licking him clean.

A quick glance at Leo’s face showed me he was all for whatever I had in mind.

“Up,” I said softly as I pulled first his black suit pants down to his knees, then his white boxer briefs.

At the sight of his steadily hardening dick, wet with his climax, I let out a little quivery sigh of appreciation. He had a beautiful dick, thick and not too long, with a flared crown that would stretch me just right. Veins pulsed along the length and I wondered if I’d be able to feel them when he stretched me open.

With a moan, I leaned down and began to lick at the head of his pretty dusky-rose cock, savoring his taste as he gathered my hair into his fist then lifted it so he could watch as I continued to give him a tongue bath, excited little whimpers leaving me when his taste exploded on my tongue. It was exactly what I was craving, exactly what I wanted, and I soon found myself sucking at him eagerly, probing the slit in the head of his cock for more. Grasping his heavy balls, I squeezed them gently as I sucked harder, making him give me more of his essence.

With a low growl, he pulled me off his now rock-solid erection, the skin a deep brownish-red from both my mouth and the blood rushing to his dick. The solid flesh jerked as I strained against his hand, my tongue snaking out to graze the head. An almost pained noise left him but he continued to withhold his visibly throbbing erection from me, despite my protests.

“Give me your cock,” I snarled as I pulled against his grip, the pain coming from my scalp turning into a wonderful burst of pleasure. “You said I could have whatever I want, and I want you to feed me more cum.”

“Filthy little girl.” Despite the fierceness of his grip on my hair, his voice was gentle. “Wouldn’t you rather have all this dick shoved inside of you?”

“Fuck yes,” I breathed. “Now.”

Laughing, Leo released my hair and I flipped onto my back. “Now?”

“Right now.” I spread my legs wide, making room for him between them.

“Hold still.”

The need to move had my muscles twitching, but when he pulled out a knife from an ankle sheath I hadn’t noticed, I froze. A tremor of real fear went through me as I took in how dark his eyes, his entire person, became when he had a blade in his hand.

After freeing himself from his pants, he leaned down and I fought the need to flee, a harsh sweat breaking out all over my body. I don’t know how I knew; I was just sure, from the top of my head to the souls of my feet, that Leo was capable of great violence, and that he enjoyed it.

Instead of ending my life, he grasped the crotch of my pants. “Do not move, Hannah.”

“I won’t.”

“Good girl. Now hold still for your Daddy so he can take care of you.”

Oh fuck, that word brought instant naughty pleasure that had my sex pulsing with need. It was as if the word was a trigger, a button I could push for a burst of erotic sensation. Daddy…he was my Daddy. He’d love me and take care of me because that’s what Daddies did—they took care of their baby girls.