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The backseat of a black GMC Sierra isn’t the place I imagined I would have sex for the second time (and remember it); nor is the truck in the parking lot during the high school Spring Dance. God! It's such a high school cliche! Oh, well, at least it isn’t the prom, making it an even bigger cliché.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: why am I about to have sex with a guy when we haven’t been on an official date and especially after what happened to me at Shelly’s party? Well, that’s easy—I like Leo. A lot. Also, I’m a teenager with teenage hormones. Plus, I haven’t felt this way since Duncan and I broke up. Yes, I dated Troy, but it had been different with him. I’d been forcing myself to feel more for him than I did, trying to prove to myself (and everybody else) that I was definitely, hands-down over Duncan. Even knowing what I know now, I think Duncan will probably always be my first love, considering how I’d reacted earlier tonight to his overtures toward Meg. Besides all that, Leo came through for me tonight when I didn’t even know I’d needed him to. And, yes, that was thanks to Meg, I know. I’ll thank her later.
As I sit on Leo’s lap, straddling him, and kissing him like I’m going to be tested on what it’s like to kiss him later, I reflect on how we got here.
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Leo had *69’d my prank caller, but as I’d told him, it just rang and rang, nobody picking up. He’d said it was worth a try and gave me that boy-ish, lopsided grin of his. My knees turned to jelly and I’d pulled him in for another kiss. A giggle interrupted us before Leo or I could deepen the kiss. My face flamed as I caught sight of a couple of girls I recognized only in passing. They were probably freshmen, and looked like gossipers. Ugh! I had a flashback to Carrie Bishop and Susan Knight in the bathroom last year.
Uninterested in publicizing any more of my private life, I grabbed Leo’s hand and led him out of the school. I was more than ready to leave the dance. Consider my heart totally eclipsed, Bonnie Tyler.
Leo took me over to his truck when I’d asked him where he’d parked. I made it very clear that we were going to make out in his backseat, which is all I had planned to do at the time. Leo wasted no time in getting the truck unlocked and giving me a hand to help boost me up inside, following quickly after me. I was climbing onto his lap before he even had the door latched all the way. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. One of Leo’s hands settled on my waist while the other cupped the back of my neck. His hand on my bare skin was warm, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
My repressed sexuality came roaring to life at his touch. I’d barely known what desire felt like before Duncan had broken up with me; we’d still been tentatively exploring the more physical, but hands strictly above clothes, side of our relationship. Lilly and Logan, we were not. After Shelly’s party, well, you could say that any feelings pertaining to sex, other than disgust, had gone on what I was sure was a permanent vacation. Until Leo, that is. Not even Troy had managed to enthuse me. (Hence why I definitely didn’t choose 48 hours of living life to the fullest over searching for a miracle cure.)
Leo had crashed into my life like the Kool-Aid Man crashing through the wall to bring kids his too-sugary but no less delicious drink. He had quite literally turned everything on its head since his charming promise to stay out of Dad’s food if I came back to visit him. I would have anyway, but I wouldn’t have felt guilty after, and I certainly wouldn’t have gone on that unofficial date to his band’s practice
Kissing Leo, it was the best thing I’ve done in a long time—a thousand times better than kissing Troy. My blood sizzled, and it almost felt like electricity was running all over my skin. It was wonderful, but also frustrating because I wanted more than just a fantastic make-out session.
I licked into Leo’s mouth, sucking on his tongue. His resulting moan shot heat straight to my core. Wowza, that was new! Desire raged, like raged raged , and I realized that I was ready . Only, there were a few obstacles in my—our—way. First, while in the backseat, we had limited space, but I felt it was manageable. Second, the lacy bodysuit Meg had stuffed me into was under the skirt and corset, meaning I had a lot of clothes to remove. Again, probably manageable. Third, I didn’t have any protection because of the obvious. I was banking on Leo, being a 20-year-old rocker cop, would have plenty of condoms stashed in his truck. I was adamantly ignoring that I probably wasn’t the first girl Leo was about to get lucky with in the backseat of his truck.
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Still kissing Leo, I reach down and in a good show of pep squad flexibility, I untie first one of the ridiculous boots I’m wearing, then the second. They both hit the floorboard with a soft thud. I push at the lapels of his suit jacket, and Leo quickly shrugs out of it. I run my hands over his shoulders, then trail them down his arms until I reach his biceps, gripping them through the thin material of his tee-shirt. He’s not strong like a bodybuilder, but I can still feel the strength in his arms—I like that, too.
Leo kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I gasp as he kisses just below my right ear. It’s been so long since anyone’s kissed me there that I completely forgot I was so sensitive in that spot. I grip Leo’s arms tighter, my nails pressing harder into his skin through his shirt.
“Veronica,” he groans, and I can feel how much he wants me.
Desire races through me again. I want this. I don’t remember the last time I’ve wanted something more than I want to catch Lilly’s killer, but now I do. I want Leo—I don’t care how cliche it is. Backseat, school dance, school parking lot, doesn’t matter one bit to me right now. The only problem that I really have is this ridiculous but incredibly sexy outfit. Could Meg have made me look anymore like an ‘80s porn star just shy of a dominatrix? I have the crimped hair and blue eyeshadow on, but what I really need is a whip or riding crop! What most straight male pubescent’s wet dream outfit wouldn’t be complete with some kind of whipping instrument? (Mental eye roll.)
Personally, I don’t get it, but to each their own and all that, I guess.
After my boots, the next thing to go is my belt, which is easy enough to get rid of, a soft thump sounding as I drop it to the floorboard. I can’t resist running my hands through Leo’s hair, so I do. He pulls me closer to him, crushing me against his chest. I realize just how much I’ve missed making out like this. All hot and heavy, letting instinct take over rather than logical thought. It’s intoxicating, addicting, and it’s all thanks to Leo—the boy I’ve used, fallen for and is, thankfully, giving me another chance. I don’t plan to screw it up this time.
I run my hands over Leo’s shoulders, down his pecs to his abs—I can feel the muscles quiver against my touch through his shirt. I smile wickedly against his mouth, feeling playful. “Is someone ticklish, deputy?”
“Exceptionally,” Leo says, voice husky, bumping his nose against mine.
“ That is information that could cause a lot of trouble someday, deputy,” I warn, nipping at his lip. Leo lets out a noncommittal sound in reply. “Or some night ,” I whisper as I begin to pluck at his shirt just above his belt.
I pull at the soft material, bunching it up, peppering kisses along his jawbone at the same time. I honestly don’t know what I’m doing. Duncan and I had never done anything more than heavy petting above clothes. Whatever happened at Shelly’s party doesn’t count since I was a) drugged and raped and b) don’t remember any of it. As far as I’m concerned, this is all new territory for me.
Hands wrap around my wrists, bringing my work to get Leo’s shirt off to a standstill. I’m absolutely mortified. Leo must think I’m a complete slut. We’ve only had one semi-date, and he showed up as a surprise date tonight. Our first kiss was barely half an hour ago. I can feel my face burning in embarrassment, and tears prick at my eyes. I hang my head so Leo can’t see them. I don’t cry in front of people anymore if I can help it.
“Veronica,” Leo says softly. I try to pull away, but Leo holds firm. “This isn’t…it’s…I-” Leo pauses for a deep breath. “I’m not rejecting you, okay? I’m just…” He lets go of my left wrist to run his hand down his face.
“What is it?” I ask, curious despite my humiliation.
Leo sighs. “You should have more than a backseat for your first time.”
Ah , I think, averting my eyes, unable to look at him as I make my confession. “It’s not my first time,” I say quietly.
“Oh,” Leo says, and I can hear the surprise in his tone.
I wish I could crawl into a hole and die. That would be preferable to this misery.
“I’m sorry for assuming, Veronica,” he says apologetically.
I shrug. “It’s fine.” I can’t tell him the truth of the status of my virginity, but I can go with a half-truth. “It was a long time ago, and I don’t really remember it,” I say, giving the impression that it was just a night of typical drunken teenage behavior. If you want to get technical, I did have some alcohol with that roofie at a high school party, so not a complete lie. Right?
Leo lifts my head with a finger under my chin. “Hey, I’m not judging you, okay?” I can see the understanding in his eyes. “I’ve had my fair share of wild nights in high school, too. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
I mentally sigh in relief that Leo buys the drunk teenager explanation.
“If you don’t want to, it’s fine,” I say, trying to move the subject away from high school partying. His erection is gone, so I’m guessing we’ve probably gone as far as we’re going to go tonight. I’m used to disappointment now—no biggie.
Leo snorts. “Veronica, I’m 20, you’re sexy as hell, of course I want to,” he says dryly. “But I also really like you and I don’t want you to feel like we have to rush this. I don’t want to mess this up. I’m okay with waiting longer.” He brushes some hair behind my left ear. “Plus, there’s the whole thing with your dad shooting me instead of just pressing charges for statutory rape, which, honestly, I would prefer.”
I cock an eyebrow at him. “Are you going to be the one informing my dad we had sex, whenever we do, because I’m certainly not.”
Leo lets his head drop back, it thumping against the glass, looking like he doesn’t know if he should laugh or not. I recognize defeat when I see it. Checkmate, I think smugly. “Just don’t leave any marks on my neck,” I say as innocently as possible. I can’t hold back a smirk even though he can’t see my expression.
When Leo lifts his head back up, I school my features into a more even, innocent expression, like I’m waiting for the bus schedule or something. It’s not fast enough apparently because Leo chuckles then says, “You drive me crazy, Veronica.”
I make a pleased sound. “I feel the same, deputy.” He grins at me. “So, what do you say? Wanna give this whole sex-in-the-parking-lot high school cliche a shot?” I ask, making my voice sound sultry, hoping that I’m making bedroom eyes at him.
The answer Leo gives me is to wrap an arm around me and jerk me forward, smashing our lips together. I take that as a resounding yes. Score for Veronica…and Leo. (Mental giggle.)
We kiss for a few minutes; lazy kisses quickly become more passionate, picking up at a quicker pace. Leo isn’t rushing me, which I’m glad for. Lilly told me that building anticipation slowly always made sex better. I have a feeling I’m going to agree.
When I begin bunching his shirt up again, he helps me this time instead of stopping me. I fuse my lips back to his once it's off. Leo groans as I suck on his bottom lip. I can feel he’s completely hard beneath me again. Game time.
“Do you have any condoms?” I ask, letting my lips still brush against his as I talk.
”I do,” he says, then nips at my bottom lip. I can’t hold back a moan as desire shoots straight to my core. “I wanna get this off you first.” His hands, which are resting on my hips, begin to slide around to my back and up to the first clasp of the corset.
One by one Leo unhooks them until the torture contraption is dropped onto the floorboard, leaving my top half covered only by the lacy bodysuit and my bra underneath. He pulls back a little so that he can look me up and down. There’s not much light, but there’s enough that it’s not too dark to see each other. He looks like he wants to eat me. I almost giggle.
Leo runs a finger along the neckline of the bodysuit, letting his nail scrape lightly over my skin. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. It shouldn’t make heat coil low in my belly, but it does, it definitely does. It’s like I melt, being in Leo’s arms like this, doing what we’re doing. Leo leans forward, pressing his lips to the hollow of my throat.
“Now, I have a very important question for you,” he says, lips brushing my neck.
“Y-yes?” I ask, cognizant that my mental capability for fielding questions is beginning to dwindle.
“This lovely bodysuit you’re wearing, are you very attached to it?” Leo mouths kisses around the left side of my neck. “Because if not, I can just rip it. Or we can take it off you.” Leo reaches just below my ear. “Your choice.” He sucks on my earlobe.
“R-rip it,” I squeak out.
I can feel the vibrations of Leo chuckling against my neck. I need to kiss him again. I grab the back of his head with both hands, pulling him to me so that I can do just that. Leo wastes no time, immediately opening for me. Our tongues tangle deliciously.
I yelp as Leo suddenly turns us, moving me from his lap to the seat. I don’t even have a moment to voice my displeasure at such a move before he heaves himself forward, reaching into the console that the middle seat in the front doubles as when it’s folded down. I hear the rattle of foil in a cardboard box. Right, the much needed protection. He pulls a condom out and places it and the box on the console. I then watch as Leo quickly removes his shoes and socks. My breath hitches as he unbuckles his belt, unbuttons and unzips his pants, pushing them to the floor, leaving him in boxers that are tented in the front. I quickly remove my fingerless gloves, throwing them to join the growing pile of clothes on the floorboard.
This is really happening, I think. I’m nervous, but I’m not scared. I’m ready.
Leo slides toward the other side of the truck. He lifts his hand and beckons me to him with a crooked finger in a come here manner. I scoot over to him. He cups my cheeks, giving me a chaste kiss. I can feel the slight pressure he then puts against my shoulders and lay back as he guides me down, pulling my legs up to fully lay down horizontally. Leo settles his body over mine, taking care not to crush me with all of his weight, slotting perfectly between my thighs. I can feel that he definitely wants me. Good, because I want him.
“If you need me to stop at any point, tell me,” Leo murmurs as he hovers above me.
“I will,” I promise, voice raspy, desire pooling deep in my belly. God, I want him. I want his lips, his hands, all over me, everywhere.
Leo balances himself so that his right hand begins sliding down my body. I can feel his warmth through the bodysuit. Goosebumps raise along my skin as his hand goes down, coming to a stop on my waist. I shiver in anticipation as Leo makes direct eye contact with me. As soon as I’m caught in his gaze, he moves his hand past the ridiculous tutu to rest on my thigh. I hold my breath as I wait for Leo to move his hand under my skirt. He doesn’t, though. Instead, he trails his fingers along my thigh until he reaches my knee. I never thought that someone cupping my kneecap would have my insides clenching with desire, but I’m learning all kinds of new things tonight.
Leo pulls at the bodysuit then, carefully so that he doesn’t pinch my skin. I feel the lace straining, but then I hear a ripping sound, and the taut material gives. The tightness releases, giving me a big sense of relief. Leo begins to pull at the lace until both of my legs are free of the ruined garment, the legs thrown to the side. Next, he rears up, giving him the room to help me get the sleeves pulled off, bunching it down around my midriff.
“Come here,” he says, holding a hand out for me to sit up. I do, and Leo is there immediately to meet me with a kiss. He slides his hands around my torso to come to a stop in the middle of my back, just under my bra clasp. “May I?” he asks, looking into my eyes. Leo lets his eyes wander back down to my chest.
I can only nod, hold my breath in anticipation. Not a single person has touched my bare breasts since long before I was a preteen—not even Lilly all the times she tried to get me to wear sexier clothes. Leo keeps eye contact as his hands slide up to my bra. They don’t waver as he unhooks it, or even after he pulls the straps from my arms, letting it fall to the floor, too. Leo finally lets his eyes drop, and I’m feeling self-conscious now because I know my boobs are small. I’ve overheard classmates say more than once how big boobs are always better.
“You are beautiful, Veronica,” Leo breathes out as he looks his fill at my flat chest. “I mean it, “ he says after I don’t say anything, cupping my cheeks. He leans forward, presses his lips to mine.
I accept his kiss as honesty, and kiss him back—I even feel bold enough to suck on his lower lip.
“You’re going to kill me, Veronica,” Leo says in a groan.
I grin against his lips. “Maybe one day, but not yet, deputy,” I say, feeling mischievous.
Leo chuckles, I can feel the vibrations of it. “Lay back again,” he directs.
I obey without hesitation. Leo follows me down, settling between my legs again. I can feel his hardness pressing into me. I try not to wiggle too much at the sensation. It’s not that I haven’t felt a guy’s boner before. I’d felt Duncan’s on more than one occasion before we broke up—definitely ignoring the reason why we broke up, staving off the shiver of potential ramifications if we had gone any further than we had. Troy had pulled me close enough that I could feel him during a couple of the slow songs at the Homecoming Dance after we made it there—late. So, only two names on my list of boners felt.
I can feel that it’s different this time. In all of our makeout sessions, Duncan and I had four layers of clothing between us, not two thin layers, and he’d not been directly pressed up against my sex. Like I said, all new territory for me. I’m ready for it, though. I’m glad it’s Leo guiding me through it. I know that I’m in good hands—literally—with him. It helps settle my nerves more than I can ever say.
Leo presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth, continuing on down to the hollow of my throat. I wrap my arms around him, feeling the muscles of his back flex as he presses kisses down the valley between my boobs. I’m incredibly surprised that Leo didn’t strip the rest of the obstacles in his way and just go for it. Maybe that’s because he’s a little older, more considerate when it comes to his partner’s pleasure as much as his own. Lilly told me that she’d had to train Logan to take care of her first.
I hold my breath as Leo begins to kiss his way over to my left boob. I gasp when his tongue circles the areola. Wow, that feels good! It’s nothing, though, compared to when Leo sucks my nipple into his mouth. My fingers flex against his skin as I arch my back at the sensation. A lightning bolt of lust sizzles through my blood, shooting straight to my core, making me throb with desire for him. Now I’m sounding like those racy romance novels.
“Leo,” I moan after he flicks my nipple with his tongue. I let my hands slide up to spear my fingers through his hair. I honestly don’t know why I take note of how soft it is, but I do. I love running my fingers through it. Do I have some kind of hair fetish? Whatever, it doesn’t matter right now. I just want to savor what Leo is doing to me, so that I can always remember this night with him.
I wiggle again as Leo kisses his way over to lavish my right nipple with the same attention the other was given. Leo doesn’t caution me, so I keep going; keep trying to find that friction I’m desperately seeking. I don’t know if it’s my imagination or not, but I think Leo might be moving his pelvis ever so slightly in tandem with mine.
Leo is sucking on my nipple when he shifts a little to his left and I finally feel his fingers trailing up my thigh and under my skirt. I shiver, not realizing that I scrape my fingernails over Leo’s scalp as he does. (Thankfully, it wasn’t hard enough to break the skin or anything.) He moans, and I can feel it in my own chest. Another shiver steals over me. I’m already beginning to pant as I wait for him to touch me.
I can’t help but to jump a little as Leo’s fingers touch my underwear, of which the gusset is soaked through.
“God, Veronica,” Leo says, voice gravelly. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs in an appreciative tone.
“Mmm,” is the only thing I can muster for a response. You would think this line sounds cheesy, but it definitely doesn’t sound cheesy to me. It actually sounds sexy, turning me on even more. God! I want him! The desire I feel for Leo reverberates all the way down into my bone marrow. I didn’t know that was even possible. New territory, remember?
“Ah,” I say, jerking a little when Leo presses his fingers against the approximate place where my clit is. Lilly preached and preached about the clit and the g-spot and how it was nice if the guy knew to touch and/or find them without direction. Well, Leo knows about it all right!
“You okay?” he asks, keeping his hand still.
“I’m fine,” I say breathily. “It’s just…new, that's all.”
“Okay,” he says, pressing a kiss to my cheek. His fingers press down, and begin to circle over the nub. The pressure Leo uses is light, feeling more like a tease than anything else. It’s just not enough.
My cheeks burn as I say, “More…please.” I bite my lip, not used to asking for things for myself, especially things like this .
Leo slips his fingers under the waistband of my underwear. It feels like there’s an electric current running all over my skin again. It’s thrilling as I wait for him to touch my bare skin. Can anticipation actually kill somebody?
I don’t have to wait long because Leo’s fingers creep farther into my underwear, slowly running through the damp curls I keep neatly trimmed even though I haven’t been swimming in well over a year now. He runs a finger up my slit then, still on the outside. I can’t stop the ah that comes out. Leo kisses my collarbone as he parts my folds. My breath catches as a finger touches my clit.
“Breathe, Veronica,” Leo murmurs into my ear.
I slowly let the air caught in my lungs out, just as Leo directed. He captures my lips again as he begins to earnestly rub my clit. Leo mouths kisses over my jawbones and pulse points, murmuring only God knows what against my skin. I don’t have the brain power to suss out what it is right now. I mewl as Leo rubs faster and faster. I gasp as he nips at the skin above my left boob. He then bites my earlobe; my body seizes up, and I have my first orgasm with a soft cry, my vision whiting out behind closed eyelids.
Oh, my god, I think as I lay there, trying to catch my breath, basking in the buzzing feeling currently enveloping my entire body. I feel Leo’s weight over me lessen, so I open my eyes to see why. He’s just pulling his boxers off the rest of the way, reaching for the condom at the same time. He rips the foil packet open, and slides the condom down on his engorged penis. I don’t get a good look at it before it disappears behind the opaque latex.
He resettles his body over mine, and I can feel how warm his cock (Lilly preferred cock over dick when referring to a guy’s manhood, so that’s what I’m going to use too) is as it's pressing against my stomach.
“Are you sure, Veronica?” Leo asks. “We can stop here,” he reiterates.
“I don’t want to stop. I’m sure, Leo,” I reassure him.
Leo drops his head to kiss me as I help him remove my underwear and moves so that his cock is pressing at my entrance. I can’t help but to tense up some. I may want this, but it’s still nerve-wracking.
“Relax,” he says, his lips brushing over mine as he does, resting his upper body on his elbows either side of my head.
He licks into my mouth as I wrap my arms around him, willing my body to relax into the kisses. It works because the next thing I know, Leo’s cock is pushing past my folds. Slowly, he guides himself into my body.
He’s about halfway in when my hands tighten against his skin. “Wait a second,” I say, pulling away from him a little. Leo does as I ask, waiting for me to be ready again, pressing kisses to my cheeks and lips alternately. “Okay,” I say after several deep breaths. Leo slowly pushes in until he’s fully seated inside me. I feel so…full.
“Okay?” Leo asks.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, nodding at the same time.
Leo begins to rock his lower half, lengthening his stride a little each time he pulls out of me and pushes back in. His thrusts are gentle, but it still feels good, the discomfort of the newness dissipating with each one. I curl my left leg over his as he begins to speed up. I moan as he circles his hips on the inward thrust. My fingers flex into the backs of his shoulders as he does.
Leo kisses my lips, my temples, my cheeks, my neck, my collarbones. He licks the hollow of my throat and my pulse points. He nuzzles his nose against mine, rests his temple or forehead against mine too. Grunts, groans, moans, mewls, and creaking seats combine into a symphony surrounding us. Beautiful; so good; perfect; oh, god; in addition to our names, are just a few of the words/phrases accompanying the symphony.
I don’t know how long Leo rocks his body into mine, but eventually I feel him shift his weight onto his left arm, angling his body away from me a little. His right hand begins rubbing at my clit again. This time it’s faster. I can feel the urgency in his movements. Leo is just as eager to reach the finish line as I am, it appears. Well, that’s just fine by me Deputy D’Amato.
“Leo,” I chant over and over, closing my eyes, getting lost in how good he’s making me feel right now. I arch my back as he kisses below my ear, and I’m coming again, crying out his name. My body goes limp afterward.
Leo groans my name in my ear as his thrusts become jerky, finally stuttering to a halt. His harsh breaths are hot against my neck as he still holds the majority of his weight up off me. I think he doesn’t want to crush me, but I’m curious of what it would feel like to have him bearing down fully on me, still inside me, if only for a few moments. I’m about to say something when Leo literally falls to the side, an oomph sounding out as he hits the floorboard, followed by a hushed string of cuss words.
I quickly turn onto my side so that I can look down on him to make sure he’s okay. Apparently, Leo forgot he couldn’t just roll onto his side, judging by the disgruntled look on his face as he sits up. I don’t even try to stop my giggle as I get a look at his expression. He grins goofily at me, and suddenly I’m in hysterics at the absurdity of it all, flopping onto my back again. The joy bubbles up and pours out of me as I hear his laughter join mine. Moments of pure happiness like this have been so rare since October of 2003 that I just bask in it all.
Leo rests his forehead against my temple as we laugh, his hand finding mine and squeezing. I like having skin-to-skin contact with him. There doesn’t seem to be an ulterior motive than just being connected in some way. It’s a stark realization of how touch starved I’ve become in the last year and some change. I don’t want to be sad right now, so I push all that away, to analyze later (or ignore forever).
I brush my hand through his hair. “I thought officers of the law were trained to be situationally aware of their surroundings at all times,” I tease.
Leo pulls back to look at me. “We are,” he says in the same tone last night when he’d said, “‘We’re cops, we can get anything.’” The self-assuredness, cocky might be a better term, tone does things to me.
I turn on my side again, prop my head up with an arm. “Then how do you explain forgetting that you had limited space, subsequently falling on your ass?” I ask faux-haughtily, cocking a perfectly tweezed brow at him.
“Because,” Leo says as he gets on his knees, “logical thought needs to have blood in the brain, and trust me, there wasn’t enough blood in my brain for logical thought.”
The grin he gives me shows his dimples, and I feel my core clench at the sight. Down girl, I tell myself. I sit up after taking a breath. Leo moves so that he’s in front of me, guiding me around so that my knees touch his chest. We probably need to get dressed and get going—we’re probably lucky we haven’t been caught already. This is definitely not a situation in which I want to be caught by anybody, especially Vice Principal Clemmons. I should tell him that, I should ask him to hand me my underwear or my bra; I should tell him to start getting dressed, too, but the intensity in his expressive brown eyes has me frozen in place.
My breath hitches as Leo places his hands on my knees. “Are you ready to go home?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Good.” The low timbre of Leo’s tone has me rubbing my thighs together. Of course he sees my reaction, and the resulting smile he gives me is so wolfish, so smug, that I would usually launch a verbal attack to take him down a peg or two right about now, but I can’t do that. My voice won’t cooperate. What I can do is bite my lip, praying that I can keep still long enough to stop feeding his ego. I always like to have the upper hand, and I don’t feel like I have the upper hand anymore—not in a bad way, necessarily, just different. Maybe different isn’t so bad, especially if it’s with Leo D’Amato.
Leo spreads my legs open even as he keeps eye contact with me. He leans forward as he pulls them up over his shoulders. I hold my breath because I know what he’s about to do. Lilly told me that if a guy is really talented with his tongue, then getting eaten out is the best way for a girl to have an orgasm. I think I’m going to be able to form my own opinion on the subject very soon.
“Scoot down a little," Leo instructs. I do as I’m told.
Leo doesn’t waste any time, starting out by pressing kisses along my inner thighs inward. He sucks a hickey onto my left thigh, taking my edict not to leave any marks on my neck to apply only to my neck. I don’t mind. It’ll just be a reminder later of what we did tonight.
I bite my lip as Leo runs his nose up my slit, closing my eyes at the same time. I shiver as he runs his tongue over it next. I feel his fingers part my folds and then his tongue runs up the inside of my sex.
“Mmmm,” I hum-moan. “Ah!” I squeak on a sharp intake of breath when he sucks on my clit, jumping a little at the same time. I hear Leo chuckle, but I’m too distracted by the way the tip of his tongue is flicking against my clit now. My right hand goes to his head, fingers spearing through his hair; my left grips the headrest above me. Leo’s left hand is splayed over my hip, holding on tightly.
I’m lost to the sensations Leo’s tongue provokes. My fingers tighten in his hair and on the headrest. My legs squeeze Leo’s head, heels digging into his back. I moan; I mewl; I beg for more; I cry out to God or Leo’s name; I arch my back; I pant for breath; my legs begin to quake over his shoulders. I cry out as I come, my body bowing outward.
I slump back into the seat, breathing like I’ve just done a 200 meter sprint. My whole body feels like jelly. Lilly was definitely right. Of the three orgasms I’ve had tonight, that was absolutely the best one. I watch as Leo lowers my legs, then wipes his mouth and chin on his forearm. I don’t know why I find that so hot, but I do, and before I know what I’m doing, I lunge forward, capturing his lips in a kiss. I taste myself—a little salty with a tang.
We kiss for a few minutes, our tongues doing a tango that’s becoming very familiar between us. I don’t know if I want to have sex again or if I’m going to maybe give him my first handjob, but Leo stops me when I slide my hands down his stomach.
“As much as I’d like to continue this,” he says as he pulls away, “we’ve probably already tempted fate about getting caught enough for tonight.” He certainly looks as regretful about this fact as I feel.
I blow out a puff of air. “I know.” I can’t help but pout for a moment.
Leo laughs, leans forward to give me another kiss, but pulls away before I can try to deepen it. He roots around on the floor for a moment then hands me my bra. From there we get dressed in comfortable silence. (I manage to thankfully shimmy the ruined body suit off of me the rest of the way, because that would just be a dead giveaway if I were seen by anybody walking to my car), stuffing it into my bag. Presentable once more, Leo holds a hand out to help me down from the truck after checking that nobody is in our vicinity to see me hopping out of the back. Again, another dead giveaway that something happened.
He walks me to my car hand in hand. He faces me, lacing both our hands together. “Will it make me too desperate if I call you tomorrow?” he asks, half-teasing.
I cock my head at him. “I thought that was supposed to be my line,” I tease back. “But, no, I think I’ll be a little miffed if you don’t call me tomorrow.”
Whatever Leo’s reply would have been is cut off when my phone starts ringing. I check the caller ID and sure enough, it’s my stalker number. I sigh.
“Stalker again?”
“Yeah. Hello?” Two breaths and then the dial tone.
I shake my head, annoyed. I go to stow the phone back in my bag, but Leo holds his hand out for it. I go ahead and hand it over to humor him. He *69s the number, and I’m completely surprised when the line actually connects this time.
“I hear you’re bothering my girl,” he says obnoxiously, but I grab the phone before he can say anything else, potentially scaring off the person on the other end. This might be my last chance to find out who it is.
“Hello, who is this? Why do you keep calling me?” I demand.
“This is a pay phone. You must be talking about that blonde lady.”
My heart stops. “Blonde lady?” Mom? “A pay phone where?”
“Sagebrush Cantina. Barstow.”
Sagebrush Cantina. Barstow. It has to be Mom. There’s nobody else it could be. I have to go.
I look up at Leo. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” I promise, giving him a quick kiss, then turning to unlock my door. I hear his bewildered “What?” as I practically jump into my car and race out of the parking lot.
Tonight was definitely a momentous night I think as I’m driving home. I found out Duncan has the hots for my reconnected friend, I had sex (with a person of my choice), and I might’ve just found out where my mom has been since she left Arizona last September.
A total eclipse of the heart and a high school cliché all wrapped into one. Who would’ve thought? Not me, that’s for damn sure.