Chapter 53: My Turn

Chapter 53: My Turn

Ivy

My heart was hammering so hard I was sure Leo could hear it.

I lay naked on his massive bed, the sheets cool against my overheated skin, watching him with wide eyes.

He was still fully dressed, towering over me like some dark, beautiful predator, and all I could think was, I want to see him again. All of him. The words had tumbled out of me before I could second-guess them.

“I want you.”

A slow, devastating smile curved his lips. He didn’t move right away. He just looked at me, drinking in every inch of my bare body like he was memorizing it. The way his eyes darkened sent a fresh wave of heat straight between my legs.

“You sure, baby?” His voice was rough. “We don’t have to rush anything.”

I nodded, sitting up on my knees. My hands trembled a little as I reached for the hem of his shirt. “I’m sure. I want to… I want to do this. For you. With you.”

He let me take the lead.

I peeled his shirt upward slowly, revealing inch after inch of golden skin stretched over hard, defined muscle. God, he was truly built like a fighter—broad shoulders, powerful chest, the kind of abs that looked carved from stone.

Close up, there were faint, tiny scars here and there, reminders of the ring. I traced one lightly with my fingertip as I pushed the shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor.

“You’re majestic,” I whispered, almost shyly. My cheeks burned, but I didn’t stop. I ran my palms over his chest, feeling the heat of him, the steady thump of his heart. He was so solid. So real.

Leo’s breathing deepened, but he stayed still, letting me explore.

I reached for his belt next, fingers fumbling with the buckle. It took me two tries to get it undone. The sound of the leather sliding free made my stomach flip. I popped the button of his jeans, then slowly dragged the zipper down. The bulge beneath strained against the fabric, and my mouth went dry.

I'd seen it before. But seeing it now, again, felt like the first time.

He was huge. I’d felt it in me that day, but seeing the outline now, even trapped in his boxers, made my pulse race with a mix of nerves and aching curiosity.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and boxers together and tugged them down. He helped, stepping out of them until he stood completely naked in front of me.

My breath caught. “Holy shit.”

Leo’s cock was… big. Thick, long, flushed dark at the head and already leaking a bead of precum. It curved slightly upward, hanging heavy between his powerful thighs.

I swallowed hard, a fresh wave of uncertainty washing over me again. How was that supposed to fit anywhere?

But I wanted to try. I wanted to please him.

I reached out with both hands, wrapping my fingers around the thick base. He was so hot. So hard. One of my hands couldn’t even close all the way around him. I stroked experimentally, slow and careful, watching his face. His jaw tightened, eyes half-lidded as he looked down at me.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, voice husky. “Just like that. Keep going.”

Emboldened, I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the head. The taste of him—salty, a little bitter—hit my tongue. I licked experimentally, swirling my tongue around the crown the way I’d read about in books but never actually done.

Leo groaned, low and deep, one big hand coming up to gently cup the back of my head.

“Open your mouth for me,” he instructed, guiding me with gentle pressure. “Take as much as you can. No teeth. Use your tongue on the underside.”

I obeyed, parting my lips and taking him in. The stretch was immediate. He was so thick I had to relax my jaw wide. I managed only a few inches before I felt the urge to gag, but I didn’t pull back.

I wanted this. I wanted to make him feel good the way he made me feel good.

I bobbed my head slowly, sucking lightly, using my hands on what I couldn’t fit. Saliva slicked my lips and his shaft, making everything wetter, messier.

Leo’s fingers tightened in my hair, not forcing, just holding. “Fuck, Ivy… that’s perfect. Breathe through your nose. Good girl.”

The praise sent a thrill through me. I tried harder, hollowing my cheeks, sliding my tongue along that sensitive vein on the underside the way he’d said.

When I took him a little deeper and gagged softly, tears pricking my eyes, he didn’t push. He stroked my hair soothingly.

“Easy, sweetheart. You’re doing so good. So fucking good for me. No pressure. Take it slow.”

I pulled back to catch my breath, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. I looked up at him through wet lashes, feeling shy and powerful all at once.

Then I went back down, determined. I found a rhythm—sucking, stroking, licking the head every time I came up. My jaw ached a little, but I didn’t care. The sounds he made—deep groans, rough praises—made everything worth it.

When I cupped his heavy balls gently with one hand, he hissed in pleasure.

“Jesus, Ivy… you’re a natural.”

I smiled around him, the praise warming me from the inside out. I worked him faster, using both hands now, twisting slightly on the upstroke the way I hoped felt good. His hips twitched, like he was fighting the urge to thrust.

“I’m close, baby,” he warned, voice strained. “You don’t have to swallow. You can pull off.”

But I wanted to taste him. I wanted all of him. I doubled down, sucking harder, taking him as deep as I could without choking. Leo’s hand tightened in my hair.

“Fuck—Ivy—”

He came with a low, guttural groan, hot pulses hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, some of it spilling from the corners of my mouth. I kept licking and sucking gently through it, milking him until he shuddered and gently pulled me off.

I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, breathing hard. My lips felt swollen, my jaw tender, but I felt… proud. And incredibly turned on.

Leo looked down at me like I’d just given him the world. He hauled me up into his arms and kissed me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with something deeper than lust.

“My turn,” he growled.