Ungentlemanly Gentleman
When we got to the house, I quickly jumped out to rush around the car to open the door before she could. She giggled as I helped her out before a teasing smile graced her lips.
“How gentlemanly.”
“Gentlemanly, hmmm?” I asked as I ran my eyes over her face.
“Very.”
I grabbed her waist, sliding my hands around to grip her ass as I pulled her slowly up my body, groaning when the desire to actually feel her against me. I heard her gasp across the room and I groaned again. I was definitely glad that I wasn’t the only one affected by our VR session. I let her go before walking toward the back of the car to grab the few bags out of it. When I turned back around, Leah was still frozen in place. I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Are you okay?” I inquired softly.
“That was very ungentlemanly,” she said breathlessly.
My lips twitched as I fought to keep a smirk off my face. I sauntered up to her, letting my eyes roam over her body. “Ungentlemanly? Hmm, interesting.”
I put all the bags on one arm before walking around her in a circle, wanting to run my hands over her. Finally, I just settled for smacking her ass before going up the stairs to enter the house while she tried to make sense of what I just did. I glanced at her over my shoulder.
“Coming?”
She mumbled something too low for me to hear, but the way her eyes ran over me told me that it was something that would drive me crazy if I had heard it. I kept the grin off my face as I followed her inside to the kitchen. I set the bags down and she immediately began to unpack everything while I stood off to the side, not knowing quite what to do.
“Leah?”
“Yeah?” She responded as she got a pot to start boiling water.
“What can I help you with?”
She froze before turning back to me. “What?”
“What can I help with?” I repeated.
She hesitated before tilting her head toward the cabbage. “You can cut that while I start the bacon.”
“Alright.”
I began to cut the cabbage while she put another pot of water to boil before starting to lay strips of bacon on a cookie sheet.
“Leah, may I ask you something?”
“Yeah.”
“You told me you had no siblings but then you said your brother’s name was Stefan.”
She turned around to face me with a small smile on her face. “Stefan is Miriela’s little brother. She tried really hard to get me to date him. Come to think of it, I used to think he would rescue me from my hell, but I wasn’t quite his type.”
I frowned at her, not knowing if I was more upset that she had wanted to be with him or that she lied about him being her brother.
“You’re everyone’s type,” I said finally.
“Not his. He’s gay. Which was okay with me. He’s a great guy and deserves to have what he wanted. Wait until you meet him, he’ll probably flirt with you.”
“Oh? I get to meet him, do I?”
She smiled widely at me. “Of course. They’re my only family. I–” She stopped talking as sadness crossed her face.
I instantly moved over to her to take her in my arms. “What is it, princess?”
“If I want to see them, do I have to leave? And if I leave to see them, does that mean I can’t come back?”
My heart soared when she said she wanted to come back. Or at least that was what I was reading from her words. I kissed her softly.
“You can always come back.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t let you come back?” I teased.
“An ungentlemanly gentleman,” she instantly retorted.
I ran my hands down her body to cup her ass. “I’ll show you ungentlemanly,” I told her huskily.
Her hands were placed on my chest and I groaned out loud, making her giggle. “Then show me ungentlemanly.”
“Leah, don’t tempt me,” I warned.
The video glitched for a moment, making her walk away from me. I reached out to her but a body settling on mine made me stiffen. I reached up to take the helmet off, but soft hands took mine before lowering them.
“Leave it on, please,” she whispered.
I swallowed hard but nodded. She moved my hands to her breasts, and I sucked in a breath.
“Touch me, R. H. M.,” she murmured.
I slowly shifted my hands so that I was cupping her breasts, testing their weight before beginning to massage them. I let my eyes drift close as I used just my sense of touch to guide me around her body. When my hands slipped under her shirt to stroke across her stomach, she trembled, whimpering slightly. I immediately stopped moving and her hands pressed against mine.
“Don’t stop,” she panted.
I moved my thumb over her stomach before unhooking her bra and sliding my hands under the cups to brush my thumbs over her nipples. Her back arched and her breasts were pressed against my face. My hands lifted the cups up at the same time my mouth was lowered over her shirt to suck on her breast. Her hands moved through my hair as her quiet moans filled the space between us. When I started to get harder under her, she began to rock her hips, sliding back and forth along me.
“Fuck!” I grunted as my hands went to her hips, wanting to hold her still so I could touch her in a way that I knew both of us would enjoy.
When she slipped off my lap, I almost yelled in anger, moaning loudly as my eyes snapped open to see through the video that she was disrobing. She pulled me to my feet to remove my clothing too before sitting my back down. I held my breath as she settled back onto my lap. She rocked her hips to mine a few times before giving me a hesitant smile.
“Is this okay?” She asked.
I fisted my hands at my side, not wanting to frighten her. “Yes, baby, it is.”
She reached down to take my hands to put them on her breasts again. “It’s okay, R. H. M. You can touch me.”
And just like that, what little control I had, snapped.
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