Chapter 295: Starving for a taste
Miller
Leo chuckled slowly against my neck, a deep, vibrating sound that rumbled directly into my skin. His mouth shifted, his teeth catching the shell of my ear to nibble teasingly, while his hands slid up to wrap securely around my naked, broad shoulders.
I froze completely under his touch, paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the sensation.
Even though we had been together for a while, every single time I felt his hot breath ghosting against my ear, a wave of electricity tingled straight down my spine, rendering me entirely helpless.
"You have absolutely no idea how long I’ve been waiting to have you all to myself like this," Leo murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, rough cadence. His hands slid down my back, mapping the muscles until they reached the waist of my jeans. "I swear, watching you walk around in these tight jeans all day is torture. It’s incredibly hard not to just stare." He suddenly slapped my bare butt cheek, the sharp crack echoing in the quiet room before he wrapped his fingers around the flesh, giving it a heavy, possessive squeeze that forced a muffled moan right out of my throat.
I managed a weak laugh, trying to tilt my head back to look at him. "If I didn’t know you any better, Leo, I would say you sound like a horny dog."
Leo chuckled lightly, the sound laced with an elegant, unbothered arrogance. "Actually, from a strictly physiological standpoint, it’s a matter of biological chemistry," he explained, falling into that clinical, structured way of speaking that always made my blood run hot when he was using it in the bedroom. "For an Enigma, our neurochemical and hormonal baselines fluctuate drastically depending on proximity to our chosen partner. Once the body fully integrates and adapts to one specific person’s genetic and pheromonal blueprint, our libido scales exponentially. The psychological need to claim and dominate becomes a localized physical urge. In simple terms, Miller, my body is biologically hardwired to crave you at an elevated baseline."
I let out a low chuckle, turning around within the loose circle of his arms until I was facing him fully. I reached down, wrapping my fingers around his surprisingly narrow waist, and then brought my other hand up to rest flat against his jaw, using my thumb to gently lift his chin until his dark eyes were locked onto mine. "So what you’re saying, doctor, is that you’re only horny for me?" I teased, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss against the corner of his swollen lips.
Leo didn’t waste his breath on a verbal reply. Instead, his body language gave me every single piece of validation I could have ever asked for. He surged forward, capturing my mouth in a sudden, bruising kiss. He bit down on my lower lip, sucking the flesh into his mouth before nibbling his way inside as if he had been starving to have a taste of me.
I felt one of his large hands wrap firmly around the front of my throat. He was not choking me, but pinning me in place with a dominant, possessive pressure—while his other hand fisted deep into the hair at the back of my head, pulling me closer.
Our tongues clashed immediately, fighting a fierce, chaotic war for total dominance in the slick heat of the kiss, neither of us willing to back down as our breaths mingled.
Then, he suddenly broke the kiss, his hand trailing down my chest, bypassing my stomach until his fingers found the buckle of my belt. With practiced, frantic movements, he ripped the leather strap free, popped the metal button of my jeans, and shoved the heavy denim down my thighs. He didn’t stop there as his fingers hooked into the elastic waistband of my briefs, pulling them down in one smooth motion until my fully erect, leaking cock sprang free into the cool air of the room.
Without a hint of hesitation, Leo dropped heavily to his knees right in front of me on the floor. He leaned forward, wrapping his lips securely around the crown, and took my throbbing shaft directly into his mouth, sucking me hard while his dark, blown-out eyes remained locked entirely on mine.
Each time Leo’s mouth sank further down my cock, I let out a broken, shattered moan, my fingers clenching so hard that my nails dug into the palms of my hands.
The slick, suffocating heat of his throat squeezing around my shaft sent thick, unyielding waves of pleasure ripping straight through my lower abdomen, forcing my hips to helplessly jerk forward into his face.
But it was the deliberate, vicious way he attacked the head that drove me fucking insane. ’’Fuck it Leo, you are going to ruin me,’’I cried out as I was unable to take the crazy pleasure flooding through my body and I wanted more too.
Leo pulled his mouth back slowly until just the swollen, heavily leaking tip was trapped between his wet lips, and then he sucked hard like he was trying to pull the cum straight out of my balls.
His cheeks hollowed deeply with the intense force of the suction, creating a tight, wet vacuum around my sensitive cockhead that made my toes curl against the floorboards.
He nursed on it greedily, his lips sealed in a perfect, unbroken zero as he bobbed his head in shallow, incredibly fast motions, milking the head with powerful, rhythmic pulls that had me throbbing and spurting thick drops of pre-cum directly onto his sliding tongue.
"Fuck—Leo, shit—" I gasped out, my voice cracking under the weight of the pleasure as I tried to maintain my footing. "You must be... you must be really starving to have me because you are taking me really hard right now and damn, I never knew that you had this crazy side to you.’’
Leo responded to my voice by swirling his tongue relentlessly over the sensitive slit, lapping up every single drop of my pre-cum before flicking the underside of the frenulum with rapid, teasing strokes that made my knees buckle.