Kingmakers, Year One

30. Anna

30

ANNA

D ating Leo is as easy as slipping into a warm bath.

I wondered if it would feel strange holding hands with him, kissing him, being openly romantic with him. Instead it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Even Miles doesn’t seem to find it odd.

The first time he sees us holding hands, he just rolls his eyes and says, “Fucking finally. Are you both gonna stop tragically moping like somebody died?”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” I ask him nervously.

“Hate to break it to you,” Miles says, “but you two ain’t subtle. You’ve had a real Sweet Home Alabama vibe since you were about twelve.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything, then?” Leo demands.

“ ‘Cause of my finely honed sense of delicacy,” Miles says. “Also, I don’t give a shit. Fuck each other or don’t. Just stop sulking about it.”

“That makes me feel a little better,” I say. If Miles thought it was gross, he definitely wouldn’t hold back in saying so. He’s about as delicate as a stampeding bison.

“So you think everyone will be cool about it?” Leo says. “We haven’t told our parents yet . . .”

“Oh, hell no,” Miles says. “Papa Miko isn’t gonna be cool about this at all. He’s gonna fuckin’ murder you, Leo. I thought that was obvious.”

“Really?” Leo looks slightly green.

“Oh, yeah. Like slowly and painfully. We’re gonna find little pieces of you all over Chicago. So definitely enjoy your last week at school. It’s probably all you’ve got left.”

I can tell Leo’s life is flashing before his eyes. He’s staring at Miles blankly, not laughing at all.

I grab his shoulder and shake it. “He’s joking, Leo.”

“I’m not joking.”

“Miles—”

“Totally serious.”

“Cut it out.”

“That’s what Papa Miko’s gonna say—talking about your liver, Leo.”

I punch Miles hard in the shoulder. He just laughs and saunters off, calling back over his shoulder, “I want your Jeep, Leo! Leave it to me in your will!”

I look up at Leo, whose eyes are taking up half his face.

“He’s joking, baby. My dad loves you.”

“He did love me. Before I deflowered his daughter.”

“I deflowered you right back. You think Uncle Seb is gonna be mad at me?”

“No, he’s in too good a mood to be angry about anything.”

“Why?” I say.

“Oh, I forgot I haven’t told you this . . .” Leo says, his face lighting up.

“What?”

“No, it’s too good, I can’t say.”

He’s as gleeful as a kid in a candy store now. There’s nothing Leo loves more than teasing me on the rare occasions where he knows something that I don’t.

“Spill it.”

“What’ll you give me if I do?”

I bite my lip, trying not to laugh. “I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

“What about a barter?”

I glance around. We were walking to our Chemistry class, and we’ve just climbed up to the third level of the Keep. There’s plenty of empty classrooms on this floor.

“Alright,” I say. “I’ll make it worth your while. Now tell me, before I make use of all those handy Torture Techniques we’ve been learning.”

“My mom’s pregnant.”

I stare at him, mouth open. “Get the fuck outta town.”

“It’s true. They told me back in January, but I was . . . you know. Kinda depressed.”

I hesitate, knowing this is a big upheaval for Leo. One that I wasn’t always sure he’d actually enjoy.

“Are you . . . excited?”

“I really am,” Leo says. I can see the truth of it in his face. “My mom always wanted another kid. Maybe if she’d had one sooner, I wouldn’t be such a spoiled shit,” he laughs. Then, more seriously he adds, “She deserves this. And I’m excited, too. I’d love a little brother or sister.”

“That’s incredible!”

“Yeah it is,” Leo says. Then, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the currently-deserted classroom belonging to Professor Holland, he growls, “Now pay up . . .”

“We’re gonna be late for Chemistry . . .”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

He pushes me up against the chalkboard, not caring if we get chalk all over the backs of our uniforms. He kisses me ferociously, his fingers already unbuttoning the front of my shirt.

The whole length of his oversized body is pressing against me, crushing me into the wall. I love how huge Leo is, because it makes me feel small by comparison.

What is it about sex that banishes all feminism from my brain?

In real life I like to be strong and capable.

But as soon as I’m turned on, I want to be lifted up, flipped over, and fucked by a man much bigger than me.

Well . . . one particular man, at least . . .

I drop down on my knees in front of Leo. I love how gigantic he looks when I’m in this position. His shoulders are a mile wide, impossibly high above me. And his cock . . . it already looks enormous, bulging out against the fly of his trousers . . .

I unzip his pants, letting his cock fall into my palm with a heavy thunk .

Leo’s cock is fucking beautiful. I mean, I don’t have a lot to compare it with, but it’s as smooth and brown and healthy-looking as the rest of him, thick with veins like his forearms. The head looks heavy and powerful.

It’s completely masculine, until I run my tongue up the shaft to the velvet-soft head. And then I taste that skin more delicate than any other place on his body.

The head of his cock fills my mouth, laying heavily against my tongue. I can feel it throbbing, several degrees warmer than his body.

Kneeling is a subservient position, but the power I have over Leo when his cock is in my mouth is incomparable. I can make him groan and shake. I can make him beg me to keep going. And I can make him explode any time I want.

I like to lick and suck until he’s right on the point of orgasm, then pull back, moving down to his balls to tug and tease, then bobbing my head on his cock once more to build up his climax all over again.

It’s a game of submission and control, giving and taking. I could do this for hours, except that the classroom door isn’t locked, and I know someone could walk in on us at any moment.

Plus, Leo has no patience today. He’s hungry for me, ravenous even.

I’d planned to take him all the way to climax, but he isn’t having it. After only a minute or two of sucking his cock, he pulls me to my feet and bends me over the teacher’s desk. He yanks my skirt up around my waist and pulls my panties to the side.

Then he thrusts his cock, still wet with my saliva, into my aching, throbbing pussy.

It makes me so wet sucking him off. It’s almost more arousing going down on him than when he goes down on me. I’m more than ready to be fucked, and the feeling of that thick, hard cock driving into me is instantly and intensely satisfying.

Each thrust slams my thighs into the desk. I’ll probably have bruises across the tops of my thighs tomorrow, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ve gotten plenty of sex-related bruises in the last couple of weeks and every single one of them has been more than worth it.

Everything I do with Leo seems to lead to sex. When we spar in combat class, I have to fuck him after. When we’re laughing and teasing each other, there’s this extra edge of aggression now, this tension that can only be dispelled one way. We’ve been sneaking off to every possible corner of campus to satisfy the compulsion that neither of us has to hide anymore.

The warm spring weather helps us. We can find quiet places off campus, out in the fields or down on the beaches, where we can lay down a blanket and strip each other naked in the sunshine to lick and kiss and touch each other for hours.

It was on an afternoon like that when Leo found my last tattoo, the one I’ve never shown to anybody.

It’s a constellation on my ribs, just below my heart.

Leo traced his finger over it, saying, “What’s this one? You never showed me this.”

“I know,” I said.

“Why not? What does it mean?”

“It’s Leo,” I said. “The lion. I got it last year, when I thought you might not be coming to Kingmakers with me. So I’d have you with me, either way.”

Leo looked down at my face, his eyes golden with sunshine.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I . . . I don’t know. I had already started to realize that I might be feeling something for you . . . something that you might not feel for me.”

“I did, though,” Leo said fervently. “I did feel it. Long before I knew it.”

After a moment he said, “What’s your constellation?”

I laughed. “You know I don’t believe in that stuff. I got this because that’s how your mom named you. Not because I really believe in astrology.”

Leo looked at me intently.

“There is fate, though,” he said. “There is you and me, brought together at this one time in this one place, out of all the billions of years and infinite miles of space in the universe. Do you believe in that?”

“Yes,” I said softly. “I do.”

“Then tell me.”

“I’m an Aquarius.”

“Then that’s the first tattoo I’ll get,” Leo said. “As soon as we get home. Just tell me where you want me to put it.”

Leo turns me around on Professor Holland’s desk, turning me to face him so my legs are wrapped around his waist and he can kiss me while he fucks me.

He’s got my long rope of hair wrapped around his hand, and he’s crushing my lips under his, driving into me so hard that the desk is shaking and I’m afraid its legs will snap off.

As I start to come, I think that I’ll tell him to get his tattoo in the same place as mine. So they’ll be touching when our bodies are pressed together just like this.