Breaking Leila (19 page)

“Yes,” I said
meekly.

“Did you like
it?”

“Y–yes.”

“You really
 
do
 
need to be punished.”

He gave my
pussy a sharp slap before dropping to his knees. Already lost–to
him, to myself–I cried out with pleasure before the drag of his
mouth hit. I was so hot and swollen there, open and waiting for his
tongue, and I gushed a little at the first lick, bucking my hips
against his face.

His fingers
spread me like a banned book, stroked the dirty words corporeal. I
really wouldn’t take long like this–out of the shadows, this might
have embarrassed me just a tad.

But the day lay
slain in the wake of dirty secrets. That kind of submission–the
stretch of foreplay that began days and hours and men ago–primed me
in places a lover had no hope to reach.

Aidan tasted my
orgasm just as it bit me, and he groaned in delight.

“
Felix, Felix…” I panted my way down
the slope to the first wave. The room was a drunk bubble that
popped and popped and popped. When the light was new again, he
brought his sticky fingers to my mouth and I lapped at them in
sated obedience.

“See what you
did, huh?” He finished them off himself. “Are you okay?”

“I think so. A
little sore, maybe.” I smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, you will
be.” The bed creaked as he stood, dropped his trousers. His cock
sprang up, and mutters stirred by the sofas as he took it in his
fist.

“I want you to
get this nice and wet.”

“I can’t do it,
Felix–it’s so big–”

In one swift
motion, he tugged my head back and shoved himself into my mouth
with the rough grace of a butcher. It always shook me, that move,
though we’d practiced a hundred times–there was no way to handle a
cock Aidan’s size without a little force.

He stroked my
hair as he let me adjust around him. “That’s it…suck it for me,
ah…”

He tipped his
head back as I found room to use my tongue. I loved the way his
whole body trembled every time he hit the back of my throat. This
was all so clichéd and yet, I knew how much he got off on it.

The audience
wasn’t far behind.

As he pulled
out, I made sure he got well-coated in saliva, and the strands
stretched out between us in a cobweb of dew.

“That wasn’t so
bad, was it?” he said.

“I guess
not.”

“Did you like
the taste?”

I slid a finger
round it. “I liked the size of it better. I’ve never seen one so
big,” I murmured in awe.

“It’s going to
feel huge in your tight little asshole,” he said gleefully.

Muscles went
rigid, the anticipation swelling between my legs all over again.
“No, no Felix–I don’t want it there!”

“Yes you do,”
he insisted. “You don’t want your parents to find out what a whore
you are, do you?”

“No, but–”

“Hands and knees,
 
now
.”

The tie licked
at my spine as he got up behind me. Laboured breaths of pleasure
emanated from the sofas–we’d been convincing enough so far.

Aidan’s tongue
dragged over my asshole and I gave a startled little cry as he
spat, as he spread it around. Then came the cold little squirt of
lube–the one our spectators weren’t meant to notice.

“Please Felix, I’ll let you come anywhere you want, just
not
 
there
–”

The struggle
waned as he pinned my hips to the bed. I had to bite my lip to stop
myself giggling–it was fun.

“Don’t make me
do this the hard way,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I’ve never
done this before–”

“Tough.” Splayed palms tugged me open to show eight pairs of
eyes how he disappeared inside. I squealed and yelped, winced in
real discomfort–Aidan’s cock was a huge stretch for me and it hurt
on the way in…but ow, the honeyed pain. This was how I wanted to
experience a fuck, on a second-by-second basis, and when I eased
around him, when I accepted and sucked him down at the same
time…
oh
.

“God…you’re
fucking tight.” He yanked my hips back toward him and picked up the
pace.

Aidan and I
clicked like this. Came together and came together. We read each
other’s little cues better than many lovers could. I knew when he
neared the end and needed to last longer; he noticed how I twitched
away when he went too deep, too fast. There was always a gentleness
as he slowed for me, even if he muttered filth at the same time. We
got lost, locked and mashed…always aware that somewhere in the
background, we were watched. Enjoyed.

I turned to look at our audience for the first time since
we’d started, my face rapt with the violation of his thrusts.
Cheeks were flushed, pupils dilated. As I made eye contact with
each of them, they didn’t see an actress. Not even Charlotte. They
saw
 
me
.

“You said I
could come anywhere I wanted,” Aidan breathed, easing himself out.
I ached profusely as soon as he left, snapping back and bleating
with the sharpness of it.

“Anywhere.”

He slid his
shirt over his head, revealing the muscled belly I had nuzzled so
many times. A tiny trail of love bites peppered his V-section–who
had he been playing with?

I fell on my
back and he leaned in for a kiss. It was long and exaggerated, and
he used his tongue to part my lips first.

“Never thought
you’d be so willing.” He wasn’t talking to Charlotte any more.

I guided his
hand down to my still-soaked lips, and he rubbed in and out as I
buzzed with the afterglow.

Now that
Charlotte had lost all resolve, we moved together as he straddled
my chest. I licked the tip of his cock, down across a ripple of
skin and veins. He giggled, loosening my bunches so my hair fell
off the side of the bed in a curtain of fluid fire, and I curved my
tongue around again, wetting him. When he sat up, he brought my
hands to my breasts.

“Hold them
together for me…just like that…” He slid his hips back and forth as
he fucked them, pressing my thumbs against my nipples. A sticky
trail of pre-come dragged along my throat.

The flush crept
over his chest. He was so close. His pace quickened, withered, and
then…warm little splashes that I arched to catch.

“You’re mine,
now,” he said breathlessly. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes.” My
fingers slid through his come and stroked it over my breasts so
that my nipples shone with it.

He bent to kiss
me and I near enough savaged him. “Your parents would be so mad if
they found out,” he said between kisses. “This has to be our little
secret.”

“I’ll do
whatever you want,” I whispered. “Anything, so long as you’ll do
all that to me again.”

He took my
nipple into his mouth, exhaling hot air as he tasted himself. “Mmm.
We should get you cleaned up.”

“Okay.”

Aidan pulled me
up by the hand and I grinned over my shoulder as he led me into the
bathroom. The door closed against splatters of applause and
enthusiastic whooping. Aidan bit his fist in mock relief.

“You,” he said,
“were fabulous.”

“You weren’t
bad yourself. I can’t believe what a rush that was…”

“I can’t
believe you’d forgotten.” He passed me a bathrobe from the back of
the door. “Ooh, don’t sit down too hard, Lei-Lei–you were bleeding
a bit.”

I clutched my
buttocks with a quizzical smile. “Really? Didn’t feel like it.”

“Just a little.
Want me to kiss it better?”

A nod.
 
Please.

He came up
behind me and I braced against the door, shivering as he kissed
down my back. His hair tickled pleasingly against my skin. I stuck
my ass out and he spread the cheeks with light fingers. His tongue
was cold at first and I gave a little yelp–he’d done more damage
than I’d guessed, and now the world was just the intense, wet
stretch between my buttocks and my stiff nipples sliding against
the cool door. Gasps steamed the wood. My body stiffened. Prepared
to break.

And it did.

I don’t know
that it was an orgasm–not in the purest sense–but the satisfaction
throbbed the same, and I shuddered and sighed until I had to push
him away. Bruises lost their numbness–I couldn’t bear the force of
his breath, let alone his mouth.

“I don’t know
what you just did,” I mumbled, “but thank you.”

Aidan sank down
on the side of the massive tub and pulled me onto his lap.

“We could run a
bubble bath,” he suggested. “Might make you feel a bit better.”

“Probably…but I
have someone waiting for me. I should get back.”

“Bah. You spoil
all my fun.” He kissed my forehead. “Shall I leave you to get
dressed?”

I thought of
how Matt had watched me put my clothes on earlier, how the simplest
act had turned into an erotic game. “Please.” I stood on wobbly
legs. “Can you pass my clothes through?”

“Yep. Shall I
call John for you?”

“You’re a
star.” I pecked him on the cheek and he ruffled my hair
affectionately.

As I emerged,
Aidan chatted to William on one of the sofas. Angus mixed a drink
at the mini bar, muttering into his phone.

“Leila.”
William grinned. “You were stunning. I didn’t realize how much
you’d come on.”

“Me either.” I
offered the loose ribbons of my corset to Aidan, who tightened them
deftly.

“I’m glad you
decided to do it after all,” William went on. “You’re going to be
the talk of the party tomorrow, young madam.”

I downed the flat gin and tonic that I’d left on the
sideboard. “It was a pleasure, honestly.” I shot Aidan a scowl. “I
still can’t believe
 
you
 
lied to me about not coming!”
I looked at William, wounded. “You know he told me I’d have to go
with Metro Paul?”

“Breadstick? Oh
dear. You bastard, Aidan.”

“I did a good thing! She’s all in a hurry to get back to her
man and everything,” he said. “We’ll be going to
 
her
 
wedding soon.”

“I wouldn’t
hold your breath.” I turned to Aidan. “What were you going to do
when I realized you weren’t in that Lily Allen video, anyway?”

“But I was. We
wrapped on Thursday. I was an extremely camp dancing butler.”

William raised
an eyebrow. “Get him, eh?”

Outside, John flashed the headlights on the
car.
 
Your
chariot awaits.

“I’m off, guys.
I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

“Thanks
again,” said William. “Oh–and I look forward to meeting Mr Leila,”
he added, his eyes alight.

“Good night,
Lei-Lei.” Aidan folded me into a bear hug. “Take care.”

I sank into the
backseat of the car while John read the directions on my phone.
Then I sent Matt a quick text to say I was on the way, and dozed
until we arrived. Joseph, blessedly, did not interrupt my peace
this time.

Matt sat on the
front step, still in his t-shirt. He should have been cold.

I promised to
dance with John at the reception, and slid out to join my
rugby-swot-tortured-rock-god-sort-of-boyfriend.

“Going to sit
down?” he said.

I couldn't
really face it--not on hard, cold concrete, and not after what
Aidan had subjected me to. “Can we go in? It’s freezing out
here.”

“‘Course.”

The house was
dark, and the sour smell of takeaway laced the air in the kitchen.
He took a couple of Cokes from the fridge and we sat down in the
conservatory.

“Did you sing
again?” I cracked my can open and sipped at the overspill.

“Yeah. I did a rather ace cover of
 
I’m Only Happy When It
Rains
, actually.”

“Are you going
to look at me?”

His eyelids
rolled up and he offered a faint smile. “Sorry babe. You know, it’s
a little weird.”

“I know. I’m
sorry.”

“Yeah, well.”
He shrugged. “You look tired.”

“I’m
knackered.”

“Are you
okay?”

“A bit sore,
but I’ll be fine in the morning.”

“He didn’t hurt
you, did he?”

“No.” Not any
more than I’d wanted. “You should meet Aidan tomorrow. I think
you’d get on.”

Matt looked
uncomfortable. “Really?”

“You have the
same sense of humour. I mean, he’ll probably try to get you into
bed as well, but that’s just Aidan.”

“Um.” He seemed
to struggle, frowning, and then a laugh fell out. “You’re a strange
girl, do you know that?”

“I’ve been
called worse.” I smiled. “Can we go up to bed? I know it’s still
pretty early on rock and roll time, but I’m wiped, and we have a
long day tomorrow.”

“It’s been a
long day today.” The can crumpled noisily in his fist. “After
you.”

We crept back
through the kitchen and started up the stairs. On the way, I
noticed one of the photos and did a double take.

“Those boys,” I
said quietly, pointing. “They were at the rugby thing the other
day.”

Matt squinted
at it for a second. “Yeah…Ike and Simeon. They’re my brothers.”

“They were
there with–”

“–the fucktard
Mom divorced Dad for,” he finished gruffly. “Why’d you say?”

Because that
 
fucktard
 
was Charlie.

Acid prodded my
gag reflex. “Just wondered why you...didn’t say at the time.”

“It’s a long
and arduous story, and I need some shut-eye. I’ll explain another
time, okay?” He nudged me up the stairs and I began to walk, albeit
slowly.