Loving the CEO (Whitley Brothers #7)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Leo

She fumbled with my belt before slipping her hands under my T-shirt. Feeling her fingers on my bare skin immediately sent all my senses into overdrive. This woman was pure fire, and my body always responded. She moved one hand up while she undid my belt with the other, then yanked the zipper down and reached inside, squeezing my cock.

"Tory... babe..."

"I didn't mean to go straight for your dick, but I couldn't help myself. You're so big already."

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you're more than ready to take me," I whispered in her ear.

“I wasn’t worrying at all."

She squeezed me again, and I kissed her the next second. I practically mauled her right there in the kitchen, but she was too petite for me. I wanted her at another angle. Gripping her ass, I lifted her, placing her at the edge of her sink. There was no overhead cabinet, so I didn't have to worry about her hitting her head. I just had to make sure I didn't accidentally push her into the sink.

Then I kissed and kissed until I felt like my entire body was going to explode with need. This is much, much better. I kissed her so deeply that she leaned back on the counter. I pushed one hand under her dress, resting it on her inner thigh.

As I moved my thumb in circles, my tongue mirrored the touch. I only stopped when I felt goose bumps break out on her thighs. Then I shifted my hand farther up. I repeated the motion every time I went closer to her pussy even if it was only by an inch. She sighed against my mouth, tilting her pelvis slightly forward.

Fuck! I needed to explore her properly, and this tiny kitchen wouldn't do. I pulled her to the edge of the counter and lifted her over my shoulder.

"You caveman!" she giggled.

"It's the fastest way, babe," I assured her as I walked with her down the hallway.

I was only holding her with one hand. The other one was free, so I pushed it up between her thighs and touched her over her panties. She spasmed on my shoulder.

"Leo," she exhaled sharply. "Leooooo!"

I pressed my thumb down again, moving it farther up her clit.

"Put me down, okay? Before you give me an orgasm, I need to ground myself."

"I wanted to check how ready you are for me," I said, but my voice didn't sound quite right. She was already soaking wet, which only fueled my need for her. But I wasn't even going to push my pants down before I made her come once. I didn't want my cock anywhere near her naked pussy, or I might forget all of my good intentions and just make her mine.

In the bedroom, I finally set her down. She looked straight at me, immediately bringing her hands to my belt.

"Not yet," I warned .

She pouted. "But I thought we agreed that we both have too many clothes on."

"I know. But first, I'm going to take care of you."

She licked her lips. "Why do you always do that? That first night we were together, you didn't even finish..."

"Watching you come like that for me was the best damn thing that ever happened." I wasn't even lying. "And now, I’ll do it all over again."

Her room was far too small for my liking, but the bed was large enough. That was all that mattered. Taking her dress off quickly, I dropped it on the floor next to her and kissed a line from her jaw up to her ear. There was already a slight tremor in her body.

I undid her bra as well, then pushed her panties down. She wiggled her ass until they fell to the floor.

"Do you know how much I’ve fantasized about this pussy?" I asked her, putting my hand between her thighs and pressing my middle finger right across her opening.

She gasped as her shoulders hunched forward. Her nipples turned to hard nubs right before my eyes. I rubbed my finger up and down so damn slowly that it was torture even for me.

“I've been thinking about this all night.” I kissed the side of her neck, moving just as slowly as my finger, and then back up.

"You're all I think about," I confessed. "All the time.” It was completely unexpected.

I increased the rhythm of my finger, pressing on her clit each time I went back up. I put my other hand on her ass, fingers splayed wide, then moved my mouth to the other side of her neck.

“Every time I'm with you, I think, ‘How much more pleasure can I bring her? How can I make her come so damn beautifully?’"

But alone with her here in this tiny room, I could admit to myself that I was wondering how much more it was than that .

I didn't just need Tory on a physical level. Of that much I was certain.

She began to shake even more so now, a telltale sign that the tension was building up, so I lowered myself, kissing down her sternum and then focusing on her breasts.

This woman was so beautiful, and she was all mine to please and to love.

That's right, fucking love.

I positioned my hands so I could still see her face while I pleasured her and sucked her nipple. When her body began to spasm, I let go and simply watched her while holding her back. I wanted her around my cock right now, and yet if I sank inside her, this would be the only orgasm she had tonight, and I was determined to give her more. Instead, I stayed put and alternated between pressing on her clit and pushing two fingers inside her. The motion seemed to drive her completely crazy.

She moved her body, too, in the same rhythm that I thrust inside her. I couldn't stop watching her, drinking in every single moment. This was all for me.

When her legs started to sway, I realized that she was using too much energy to stand. I wanted her completely relaxed so she could focus on the pleasure, so while my fingers were still inside her, I pressed the heel of my palm against her pelvis.

"Lie down, babe. Lie down and come for me."

I took my fingers out of her while she dropped onto the bed, first in a sitting position and then lying down, immediately spreading her thighs wide.

"Please!" she begged.

I rolled her hips forward slightly, resting one knee on the bed and giving her my fingers just the way she wanted them. I pushed inside her relentlessly. With the other hand, I touched her clit, not just with my thumb but also with my other fingers. She opened her eyes, looking down at me.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed. "How does this feel even better than before?" Her voice shook.

"The angle."

She was drenching my fingers, and I fucking loved it. When she started to climax, her thighs went completely taut, her back rigid. She covered her face with her hands and cried out my name.

Intending to wait for her to ride it out and work her up to another one, I used the hand I’d had on her clit to undo my belt.

She looked between us, and when she realized what I was doing, she clenched around my fingers. Hell yes.

I pushed my boxers down along with my jeans, then put my knees at the edge of the bed. I yanked her closer to me and placed a pillow under her ass. She was pink and so damn slick. I gave her my head first, watching her for any signs that she was uncomfortable. She immediately took me in all the way, and I nearly lost my mind. Being inside her was always exquisite but now even more so. It was incredible.

I closed my eyes, dropping my head back. I wanted this to last, didn't want this night to end. The way she squeezed around me... Fuck. I opened my eyes, breathing out through my mouth and in through my nose. Her face was scrunching up, which meant pleasure was gathering inside her again. I slowed my movements and then pulled out of her.

"Leo," she gasped.

I grabbed the pillows from under her and then motioned for her to rise to her feet. I wanted to sit on the edge of the bed and have her on top of me. But she actually went to the desk in the room. My cock twitched. That was another fantastic idea.

I walked up behind her and bit the lobe of her left ear. "You work at this desk? "

"Yeah. I use it during my workouts, where I focus best."

"From now on, you're going to think about how it felt to have my cock inside you while you're working."

She started to laugh, but then I slid inside her and it turned into a moan. I wanted her to think about me as often as I thought about her. The desk was wide enough, which was good.

"Lie down, babe."

She lowered herself until her breasts touched the wood. She was holding her arms by her sides, but I wanted them differently. I put my palms over her hands and guided each of them to one end of the desk. "Keep them right here."

I loved that I could still see part of her face from here. In fact, I had a fantastic vantage point. I could see my cock sliding in and out of her. Her face turned flushed with every thrust. Her knuckles, in contrast, were white from the force with which she was gripping the edges of the desk. I needed my release, but I didn't want to stop fucking her. She clamped tight around me, and I increased my pace.

I brought a hand around to her belly, and when her breath became shorter and faster, I knew she was close. She just needed a nudge to get over the edge.

I brushed her clit gently, and she cried out loud. Then I kissed her right shoulder, moving slowly to the left one, feeling the vibrations of her body against my mouth.

When she pushed her hips back against me, I knew she could take more, so I pressed harder on her clit. She climaxed even faster than I’d anticipated.

I’d been so close to the edge myself that feeling her squeeze me good was all it took. Suddenly, my vision was pitch-black. I blinked several times while I moved in and out of her on instinct, wanting to give us both our fill. This feeling was so goddamn unearthly. It reached deep into my bones, filled every cell.

I only regretted that in this position, I couldn't kiss her. Needing to be closer to her, I rested my forehead in the crook of her neck and shoulder while I moved my hips without mercy. I wanted to wrangle every ounce of pleasure out of both of us.

When I finally slipped out, her breathing was calmer than before. Her face was still red, but she wasn't clasping the edges of the table anymore.

"You make me lose my head, woman," I whispered against her skin.

"Hmm... I'm not even sure how I’ll ever be able to sit at this desk and do any kind of work."

I straightened up and so did she, but we didn't move from our spots. Instead, she simply laid her head against my chest. "Maybe I should buy another desk for the living room, and this can be our sexy-time table."

I growled in her ear. "Babe, just so you know, we'll christen every piece of furniture you buy sooner rather than later. I want you everywhere."

"I could get on board with that," she said lazily before adding, "We should clean up."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Let's go."

We walked slowly toward her bathroom. Like everything else in this apartment, it was small. But the shower was a decent size, and we could both cram in. I could, of course, just let her shower first, but the truth was, I still needed to feel close to her, so I opened it, turned on the water, and then started to apply shower gel everywhere on her body.

"Oh, you're my pool boy, too, now, huh?"

"What?" I asked with a laugh .

"Wait, no, that's not the right word. Is it beach boy? There’s a name for hot guys rubbing you with tanning oil in movies or something, right?"

"No one else will put their hands on you," I growled. "No one but me."

She looked over her shoulders, eyes wide. "Easy there. I was talking about fictional men. Never mind," she said, taking in my expression. She grinned.

"Tory, I mean it."

She swallowed hard. "I don't want anyone else but you."

Yes. Fuck yes. I hadn't realized how much I needed to hear that from her.

"You're all I want," I said in her ear. "You're all I ever wanted, but now I'm lucky enough to have you, so I'm going to keep you happy."

"With orgasms, huh?"

"Hell yes."

After we finished showering, we went back to the living room, and she looked at me with a huge smile. "You fit here. I didn’t expect it.”

"What? That doesn't make sense."

"Oh, I know. It's just that... I don't know. You have that huge house, and this place is... well, just the opposite, I guess."

"I like spending time with you, Tory. It doesn't matter if it's at my place or yours."

She batted her eyelashes at me. "Can I convince you to sleep here?"

I threw my head back, laughing. "You got it. You didn't really think I was going, right?"

She shrugged. "I wouldn't blame you. Your bed is much comfier."

I put my arms around her, liking the way her breasts pushed out of the towel she'd wrapped around herself .

"Tonight feels a bit like a dream," she murmured, looking at me carefully. "I didn't expect any of this to happen." She seemed more vulnerable than I'd seen her since the wedding day.

Something passed between us. I touched her jaw before pushing a strand of wet hair behind her ear. Usually, I didn't even know what to say in delicate situations. But somehow it felt easy to say, "It's the same for me."

"Really?"

"I organized a picnic, didn’t I?"

"Yes, and it was amazing." She jumped into my arms, pressing her mouth against mine.

I laughed and walked backward until I reached the couch. I could hold her up no problem, but I preferred to sit down with her.

"By the way, I'm not sure how much longer we can fool your family."

"Then let's not keep it from them. My brothers know anyway. They saw me looking at an astronomy website and put two and two together."

Her mouth formed an O . "Are you serious? You don't mind?"

"No. Why would I?"

She licked her lips. "Because from what I’ve gathered, you've never introduced anyone you were seeing to your family."

"That's because I've never felt about anyone the way I do about you." It felt good to voice it.

She parted her lips and then immediately wrapped her arms even tighter around my neck, hiding her face in my ear. "It's the same for me, but this is crazy, Leo, isn't it?" She pulled back. "I mean, I..." She shook her head. "Never mind."

I felt a huge knot unfurl in my chest, almost like it was a force of its own. A split second later, I realized this was pure joy, which I hadn't experienced in this shape or form at all in my life .

"By the way, my mom will be in town next weekend. Would you like to catch up with her?"

Her eyes lit up. "Of course. I miss Helen. She was always so kind to me during college."

"She’s looking forward to seeing you."

"Wait, she knows?"

"I can't confirm it, but she and Gran have been chatting a bit too much lately, I think.”

Tory giggled. “Oh, then she knows for sure.”