Cat and Mouse (New York Mafia Syndicate #1)

Chapter 16 - Leo

I stand there, staring at Elizabeth, and it's like the world around us just… fades. Her hair's a wild mess, tousled and perfect, with strands falling over her face. Damn, she's gorgeous. Her lips are slightly swollen from our kisses, and it's hard to tear my gaze away from her. I can't even think straight.

"Are you heading to the station today?" I ask, trying to keep the conversation casual, but my voice is a bit rougher than I want.

She shakes her head, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Nope. Just you and me, right here."

"Good." I tuck a stray hair behind her ear, my fingers brushing against her soft skin, and it feels electric. I can't resist kissing her again, leaning in and tasting that sweetness that drives me wild. "You make me so hard, Liz."

She laughs softly, that little sound making my insides tighten. "And you taste so good."

Then she surprises me. I feel her fingers graze my hips, and before I know it, she's pushing my boxers down.

"Can't I at least have breakfast first?" I chuckle, half joking, because I'm definitely not stopping her.

"Are you complaining?" she whispers, her nails trailing down my chest and along my abdomen, driving me insane.

"Never," I reply, my voice low and raw. I'm not sure how I'm standing here, half naked, and she's lowering herself. God, this is unreal.

She kneels before me, her eyes locked on to mine, and there's this wild look in her gaze.

"Just you, Leo."

The way she says my name sends a shiver through me. She's trying to convince me… or maybe herself. Either way, it works.

Then she leans forward, taking me in her hand and circling the head with her tongue. I nearly lose it.

"Shit, Liz…" I growl, my hands gripping the edge of the counter behind me.

I can see the smile on her face as she takes me in her mouth, and every thought in my head just disappears. All that matters is the way she feels, the heat of her mouth wrapping around me, the way she looks up at me like I'm the only thing that matters. It's intoxicating.

"God, you're incredible," I murmur, breath hitching. "I can't… just…" My mind's racing, but it's all a blur. She's teasing me, drawing it out, and I'm just here for the ride.

She pulls back for a second, her lips glistening, and that smirk is back on her face. "You like that?"

"Hell yes," I respond, practically growling. "You've got no idea what you do to me."

"Maybe I do," she replies, her voice sultry as she goes back down, and all I can do is grip her hair gently, guiding her as she takes me deeper.

I can't get enough. Every move she makes, every little sound she lets out sends fire racing through my veins. My breath hitches as she picks up the pace, and I can feel that tightness building, threatening to explode.

"Liz…" I warn, but she just looks up at me, those gorgeous eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Not yet."

I'm ready to lose control, but then she slows down, teasing me. "Don't you dare stop," I say, and she chuckles around me.

"Just a little longer," she whispers, her breath hot against my skin.

I can barely hold on, the pleasure almost overwhelming. "I swear, if you keep this up…"

Her eyes are shining, and I can tell she loves this, loves making me squirm. It's a game, and she's winning.

"Alright, you win," I finally concede, tugging her back up to her feet. "I can't take much more of that."

She laughs, that beautiful sound filling the space between us. "You're not complaining, are you?"

"Not even close."

I pull her close again, crashing my lips against hers, tasting myself on her tongue. The world fades away, and all that matters is us, right here, right now.

"God, I want you," I murmur against her lips, and she shivers in response.

"Then take me," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

I don't need to be told twice.

I turn off the stove, then my hands slide down her back, cupping her ass before lifting her. Her legs wrap around my thighs as she struggles to get closer. At every step, she fights me for control. I'm going to have to teach her who is really in charge.

Not today, though. Today, I'll let her set the pace.

Her hands are in my hair as she pulls, then on my neck, pulling me closer. I push her against the fridge and set her back down.

I can tell just by the way she looks at me. She's soaked.

I want to get on my knees and lick her clean, but I only want to do that as a reward. She hasn't earned seeing me on my knees again.

I use my knee to push her legs apart and then thrust my thigh between hers. Her eyes roll a little. My hands on her hips help guide her as she rolls her hips, trying to get closer to me. She's seeking pressure, seeking release, and I'm going to give it to her.

She darts her tongue out and licks her lips.

I pull down her top to bear her breasts to me. She's so beautiful like this, all moaning and breathless.

I lick my way from her neck to her collarbone before taking one of her nipples in my mouth. I bite her gently, then soothe it with my tongue before repeating the action on the other nipple.

She's so close to the edge. I can tell by the way she's riding my thigh.

My hands are back on her hips, loving how she's gyrating, trying to get herself to the edge. There's already a wet spot from her on my thigh.

"So fucking needy," I say before leaning and taking her nipple back in my mouth. I suck it, wrapping my tongue around it.

She gasps.

She whimpers.

She trembles.

And just when she's about to come, I pull my thigh from her.

I want her desperate and undone.

"What are you fucking doing, Leonardo?" She reaches out to me.

I smirk as I take a step back.

She's confused, her eyes wide, her breasts out. "Make me come, now."

I tsk, taking another step back. "I'm going to need you to remember your manners. You accused me of murder earlier, remember? You look so pretty when you say please. Call me selfish, but I would rather you asked nicely."

"Are you serious?" she asks as her hand runs through her hair.

I nod, then turn to survey her house. It's sparsely decorated. It's straight out of a catalogue, so damn impersonal. Who doesn't have a single picture of themselves hanging around the room?

I turn to ask her that question just to catch her slipping a hand into her pajama bottoms.

I charge immediately, pulling her hand and pinning it to the fridge.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"If you can't take care of it, I'll do it myself."

I glare at her, taking her other hand so I can cross her wrists and hold them up. "Rookie mistake."

"Oh really?"she bites back as she flexes her fingers.

I adjust my hold on her. Then slowly, I pull her shorts down until they're trapped at her thighs. She can't move her arms or her legs. The protest on her lips dies out when my fingers make contact with her wet slit. She shivers as I slowly rub back and forth. I use her wetness to rub circles on her clit, loving her little sighs.

Then I slide one finger in, pushing it in slowly. Her green eyes roll back, her head banging against the fridge.

This is my favorite version of her, so damn pliant.

I bring her close to the edge, and when she starts quivering, I pull my finger out. She cries out. I press open mouth kisses to her neck and chest, using my tongue to slide over the already forming hickeys.

"Leonardo, please."

I chuckle against her collarbone. "I knew I would get you to beg again."

She bites her lip, trembling as I circle her clit before slipping two fingers in. Her back arches, her breasts heaving as she pushes them forward.

"There you go, Lizzie."

Her legs shake as she moves her hips forward.

I fuck her until I feel her muscles contracting before pulling out once again. She's desperate now, tears leaking from the side of her face. Her hands struggle, but she remains pressed to the fridge. This time, I press the heel of my hand to her clit, making her jump.

Her tears continue to slide down her pretty face. God. She's beautiful.

She's so wet that she's dripping down her thighs. My cock is painfully hard. Instead of giving into temptation, I enjoy taking the time to unravel her. When she's close to coming, I retreat again.

She cries and begs and bargains, and finally, after edging her over and over again, I decide that she's earned relief. Her hands fall limply to her side, her nipples pebbling and begging for my attention. Instead, I slide to my knees before her and drag her shorts off.

She's absolutely delirious with want.

When I part her thighs and bring my nose to her cunt, she sighs breathily. She smells so decadent. I nuzzle her wetness. I drag down my boxers and wrap a fist around my cock. My breath alone stirs her, so when I lean in and drag my tongue through her wetness, she screams.

My hand caresses my cock, making it weep for relief.

I lick her clit and then put my lips around it and suck. She screams once before coming, her wetness covering my lips and face. I use the other hand to hold her in place as I pull orgasm after orgasm from her warm cunt, and then, when she collapses to the floor, I hold her and gently help her to her back. She's spent and confused and pliant.

I stroke my cock once, using my precum as lube. Her eyes are heavy lidded, her limbs still shaking as I position myself above her. She watches me as I stroke once and then again, groaning as I cover her tits with my cum.

Then I collapse and lie on the floor next to her.

It takes another 20 minutes before either of us can move, and then I lift her off the floor and walk her into the bathroom. We quickly rinse off and make our way to the bedroom.

Then I bend her over her bed and sink into her.

She comes within minutes, and I'm right behind her. Then exhausted and completely spent, we both collapse into her bed and drift off to sleep, breakfast completely forgotten.