Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 878 : Lover’s Dilemma
*Bianca*
The metal elevator walls hit my back, the cold seeping through the thin fabric of my dress and I don’t resist at all, panting as I arch my neck for his lips. He’s sucking a deep red hickey right over my pulse-point and I dig my hands into his back, clinging to his suit jacket.
I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him support me as he pins me and we are lost in a frenzy of passion and lust, unable to keep our hands off one another. The elevator dings, the doors open up and I glimpse the floor to the ceiling windows our the penthouse - the city lights glowing through.
“Leo,” I gasp, cupping his cheek in my hand to get his attention before we’re sent back downstairs. The strap of my dress is already off, and we’re both too indecent to be seen like this.
My reminder is enough and he pulls me into a deep kiss, fighting for dominance with our tongues as he hikes me up into his arms, taking me into the penthouse. My lips are bruised and swollen when we part and I have just enough time to take a deep breath before I fall and I pull Leo down with me.
My back against the leather couch, Leo pins me with his body, wasting no time as he trails kisses down my neck all the way to my shoulder. There he uses his teeth to finish taking off my strap, and I arch my back for him, letting his hands slip under my back to undo my bra.
It’s all too easy to shimmy out of the dress, leaving me only in my panties and he stares at me hungrily, leaning back on his knees to view me properly. I’m not shy any longer and I tug impatiently on his dress shirt.
He chuckled, letting me pull the buttons apart, one of them going flying but I didn’t care. My body was burning with need, the lust between us reaching new peaks. Once his shirt is off, I run my hands over his smooth abdomen, feeling his muscles tense under my fingertips and I smirk, leaning up to press a kiss to his chest.
I’m feeling bolder than normal - mischievous and while I would normally never do such things, I’m not thinking about what ifs right now. I gently sink my teeth into his flesh, and he hisses as I create a mark of my own. I made sure to run my tongue over the bruise and his eyes darkened down at me.
I send him a smirk and he takes the challenge with a wicked look. His hands run up my thighs, so sensually and I breathe out, my eyes closing on instinct as I relish the feeling. Until his hands grip around my hips and pull me under him.
“Leo!” I cried out in surprise only to immediately let out a wild moan, slapping my hands over my mouth as he hooked a finger around my panties, pulling them away as he dove his tongue into my quivering quim.
He laps at my cunt like this is his last meal and he’s going to savor every single bite. I writhe as he hoists my thighs over his shoulders, swirling his tongue around my clit and then deep into my hole.
He pauses only for a brief moment, locking eyes with me as he grins, licking his lips like I’m something delicious to him.
“Don’t hold back your pretty voice. Let me hear it,” He whispered huskily before diving back into my sweet center.
I can’t hold my moans back anymore and I drop my hands, curling them into his hair until I’m painfully tugging but he doesn’t complain at all, simply going deeper. The pleasure is too much and not enough all at once and it builds and builds in the core of my stomach until I’m trembling, my toes curling as I’m right on the edge of cumming.
“Leo, wait, I’m-” The words stumble out, barely coherent and my eyes go wide, my back arching as I cum. Powerful waves crash through me, shivers running up and down my spine as my senses go haywire.
Leo pulled back from me, giving me a self-satisfied smirk as he licked his lips and I can only gasp out his name before those same lips that ate me out were on mine. I taste myself, unable to control the deep moan that releases from my chest as I still recover from the orgasm of my life.
As I caught my breath, I felt him moving, his hand dipping to his waist and I heard the cling of his belt as he shed his pants. He gasped, shuddering as he buried his head in the crook of my neck and my cheeks flared with heat as I felt every movement of him.
He rocks into me, groaning my name as he pleasures himself on me, rubbing his hardened cock in my juices, just barely grazing my still-sensitive pussy.
It’s my turn to help him this time and I press my lips just under his ear, my hands scratching down his back as I rock in rhythm with him, letting him use me for his own pleasure.
I don’t know how long it takes but his neck and back are covered with my marks when he finally gasps aloud, pulling back with dark-lidded eyes as he pumps his cock in his hand.
“Bianca,” He called my name like I was the only thing in the universe.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding on before he cums. It’s hot as he cums onto my belly and I pull him into a kiss, not wanting to stop here.
“I’m not satisfied yet,” I breathed out. He grinned against my lips and I yelped as he lifted me into his arms, walking us straight into the bedroom. The view is just as magnificent but I’m more concerned with the need I have to be fucked by him right now.
We’re a twisted mess of limbs and somehow I wound up on top of him and he holds my hips tightly as he finally lines himself up and I shiver with anticipation.
It’s a glorious feeling as he sheaths himself inside of me and I throw my head back in ecstasy, running my hands over my waist and up to my breasts, as our loving making turns into just a raw primal animal instinct.
The rhythm is brutal, his force excessive but I’m just as harsh, biting his lips and squeezing his cock tightly inside of me as our pace goes faster and faster, leaving both of us gasping for a breath we couldn’t catch.
He flips me into every position imaginable, and I lose count as to how many times each of us cum but I realized after the fifth, when I’m barely even able to remember my own name and I have bruises across my skin, that Leo had been right.
The plane ride wouldn’t have been long enough.
It’s a long night of passionate sex before we’re both finally satiated and too exhausted to move. It’s Leo who takes care of me after. He draws me a bath, full of bubbles and a sweet floral scent that calms down my nerves. He steps inside himself, plopping me onto his lap and I curl up against his body, sighing as we soak in the hot water.
It helps soothe the muscles that burn from our extreme workout and I had doubts that I’ll be able to walk straight in the morning but right now, I don’t care. Leo washed me with such a tender touch, soothing anywhere he’d left a bruise or mark with a soft kiss. I’m half-asleep by the time we get out, and Leo pulls one of his shirts over my head and I demand a pair of panties before we snuggle up under the covers.
I bury my face into his chest and he wraps his arms around me, our exhaustion hitting us full-force. It’s early morning, the light of the day was bound to come soon and I know we might’ve taken it a bit overboard.
But like a cat who had their share of cream, I’m fully satisfied. He threads his fingers through my hair, something that always calms me down and as I drift off, my thoughts begin to race.
Of the day and how much Leo had given to me, not asking for anything in return. Of how that’s always how it’s been since I’d arrived in America. He gave me everything he had, and I just took it.
I know his kindness is freely offered, that I shouldn’t feel guilty for accepting his gifts but I do anyway.
I realized the truth slowly as I opened my eyes in the darkness of the bedroom. My eyes have adjusted and I can see him fast asleep, relaxed and tired. I gently touch the dark shadows under his eyes and the worry lines on his forehead.
Leo is my boyfriend. It’s the correct title but it doesn’t quite encompass everything he means to me. He’s my lover, my friend, my confidant, and my support system over here in the states. He’s the person I feel the closest to, even in just the short amount of time that we’d been together.
And I realize here and now that I may love him more than I ever thought I did.
It’s a scary thought, to realize that you’re so entwined with another person that your happiness now relies on theirs. My instincts scream to run and it takes everything I have to fight them down and not take off like I’d done every other time I’d fallen in love.
But as soon as I felt the panic, it vanished under a sobering calmness. Acceptance that I was right. That Leo and I were stuck together.
Because this was different.
I trace my fingertips across the bridge of his nose, over his eyelids and I impart every inch of his face to my memory, fascinated by the things I had never noticed before. Like the small mole he had under his eye, so light it’s almost unnoticeable. Or the scar on his forehead that looks a decade old at least.
Finally, I reach across my waist, finding his and intertwining our hands. I pull our hands to my chest, right over my heart like I’m trying to bind him to me. I left a kiss on his knuckles and I knew intrinsically that I couldn’t lie to myself any longer.
I wasn’t ever going to be able to leave him. Not now or ever.
Leo isn’t just my boyfriend. He’s my everything. My forever. HE has my heart and my soul and there’s no going back now.
I smiled, curling myself into his arms as deeply as I could and closing my eyes as I held his hand tightly in mine until I couldn’t tell who was who anymore.
Now, I just need to find a way to tell him.
