Page 66 of Jump-Start
Leonard has brought color to my life. He makes me food every single day, and it’s so delicious, I’ve become addicted. He gave me a job I absolutely love, which pays me enough so I can save for my gallery—in case I don’t find a sponsor—and allow me to spoil myself a little once in a while. Then again, he hasn’t let me buy anything for myself in months because he always beats me to it. I say I like a shirt, the next day it appears on my bed. I tell him a book sounds interesting, the whole series shows up in my room. Leonard is using his connections to find me a sponsor and has been taking me to the most beautiful immersive art exhibits in the world. On top of that, he’s been taking me to the most beautifulplacesin the world, even if it is mostly for work.
I’m genuinely happy. I don’t remember a time I’ve been so completely and utterly happy. Despite missing Mamma, Graham, Nonna, and Lulu—I haven’t seen her in months either because I’ve been so busy—a feeling of true joy has moved into my chest. Leonard is the cause of it. It isn’t only tethered to him, there is a system of roots now, but he planted the seed and let it grow. It’s a strange thought considering he should have been the last person to ever want to see me happy when he’s the only one who’s ever put me first.
We’re almost out of the hotel door on our way to Nonna’s house when my phone rings, catching Leonard’s and my attention. My eyes shift to it in my hand, Graham’s name flashing onto the screen. Leonard and I both scrunch our eyebrows together.
“Hello?” I ask after I answer the call.
“Hello, stranger. How are you?” he replies, and I hold the phone away from my ear to check the time.
“It’s six in the morning in New York. Why are you up so early? And since when do you call me to check in without texting me three days in advance?” I tease, making my best friend chuckle into the phone.
“Well tonight is a big night, and I just—” Leonard snatches the phone out of my hand.
“Shut the fuck up,” he scream-whispers at his brother, and I give him a look I hope says ‘Do you want to lose that hand?’. He gives me an apologetic smile before covering his mouth over the speaker and saying something else to Graham.
“You have three seconds to give me back my Graham, or I will kick your ass,” I warn, and Leonard swats my outstretched hand away.
“You don’t frighten me,” he says, and I let out a brief sigh before smoothly wrestling him to the ground. I end up on top of him, pressing the palm of my hand to his chest. My other one grabs the phone, pressing it to my ear while Leonard drops his head on the carpet and bites his bottom lip to hide a smile.
“What did you mean by ‘tonight is a big night’?” I ask Graham, and Leonard tries to take my phone away again, but I pin his hand over his head, my tits right in his face. Lust appears in his eyes as his free fingers slip onto my hips, grabbing tightly to shift me backward a little, my clit finding his hard cock.Oh God.
“Never mind. I’ll call you tomorrow,” Graham says and hangs up, but I barely hear him.
My eyes are fixated on Leonard’s as he looks from mine to my tits so close to his lips, I’m pretty sure if he tilted his head, he could pull one of my hard nipples into his mouth. I’ve never wanted clothes to disappear as badly as I do right now.
“You should know, it really turns me on when you throw me around like this,” he says, rolling my hips until I break into a moan and my grip on his wrist loosens.
“I like the control,” I admit, dropping my phone onto the ground and covering his hand on my hip with mine.
“I like surrendering it to you.” I grind myself against his cock again, causing both of us to moan.
“We probably shouldn’t be dry-humping on the floor,” I manage to croak out, but I don’t stop my movements either.
“You’re right. Release my hands, and I’ll carry you to bed,” he offers, but I plant my mouth on his, desperate to taste him while I have the chance. “Oh God, Chiara, this isn’t how I—” he starts but cuts off to devour my mouth, slipping his tongue into it. I pick up speed in my movements, chasing my orgasm because it brushed the tips of my fingers already, getting closer and closer with each rub against him.
“Please,” I beg, and he flips us around, his body between my legs and his groin pressing into mine.
“This isn’t the order I wanted to do this in, but I can’t deny you anything.” He kisses me swiftly, putting so much pressure on my clit with his cock, my back arches off the ground. “Pay attention, sweetheart, because this is only a little taste of what I’m planning on giving you after our date,” he says, rubbing himself over me and sliding his tongue into my mouth before I have the chance to ask something important.What date?
“Leonard,” I moan, and he groans against my neck. He's kissing and licking along it until I’m a mess.
“Can I slip my hand into your panties, baby? I need to feel how wet you are, need you to come around my fingers,” he says between kisses he trails from my neck all the way to my mouth.
“Please,” I say into his mouth, and he stops thrusting his groin against me. He lets out a small moan as he briefly cups my breast and then guides his hand all the way to the waistband of my shorts.
“Before I fuck you with my fingers, I need to admit something,” he says, playing with the elastic of my pants, teasing me.
“Spit it out,” I demand while he kisses my cheek. He chuckles against me and then brings his hand to my cheek, his thumb pulling down my bottom lip. My head is dizzy with pleasure and desperation.
“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Chiara.” His mouth is on mine a second later, his fingers disappearing into my panties.
As soon as his middle and ring finger rub over my clit, every tension in my body subsides. All my muscles manage to do is lift my arms so my hands can slip into his hair. I tug on his short coils, and he groans into my mouth again. His fingers disappear inside of me, sending a thunderstorm of pleasure through me and ripping down every wall and barrier I’ve ever put up with him. He slips them back out and thrusts them inside again, curling the tips until he grazes my perfect spot, the palm of his hand applying pressure to my clit.
“Fuck, oh God,” I moan as I break the kiss, bringing the back of my hand to my mouth to bite down on it. The pleasure is too much, too overwhelming, and I can’t breathe properly anymore.
“I’m not done kissing you,” Leonard says, and I open my eyes to find him staring down at me with half-closed lids and his bottom lip slightly tucked between his teeth. His fingers keep thrusting inside of me, forcing more moans from my lips and causing my back to arch off the ground. “Give me back your mouth,” he says with a little smile, and I can’t help but let out a breathless laugh. I remove my hand and he gives me an approving nod. “You can be such a good girl, little demon,” he says, planting his mouth back on mine as his fingers keep up a rhythm that has my toes curling.
“Please,” I beg because my body is overcharging with pleasure, and I need a release. “Faster, please,” I ask between kisses, and he obeys in an instant.
