Chapter 107 You Wanted This

Chapter 107 You Wanted This
Chapter 107: You Wanted This
Ivy

His hand paused, stopping the movement. Slowly, he turned and saw me. Then it dawned on him.

“Shit!” He quickly grabbed a towel and hastily wrapped it around himself. “What are you doing in here, Miss Lennon?” He asked.

For a moment I almost blurted out that there was no need to cover himself. That I’d seen and felt every part of him. But I bit back those words.

Instead I feasted my eyes on the perfection that was Leo. God, his body was even more sculpted now. He looked like pure, raw masculinity.

His pecs were more defined and larger. His biceps definitely looked like they’d rip apart any shirt he put on. Wow. 

My eyes lowered to the gigantic tent pushing against the towel around his waist. The outline of his erect dick was honestly distracting. My ears reddened.

“Miss Lennon. Are you finished?” He said, stepping out of the stall. The recording had stopped.

I stepped back, shaking my head to restore myself to my senses. “Sorry—”

“What are you doing in my bedroom?” He asked, folding his arms. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Cal? It is unprofessional for you to be here. Go.”

His coldness made my eyes water. After all these years. After everything you did to me, you’re still the one pushing me away, Leo? 

“Do you still hate me that much?” I asked without thinking. “After all these years, Leo? After everything?” I asked, the hurt seeping through my voice.

He seemed surprised. Like I’d genuinely caught him off guard. Then he did the most surprising thing. He stepped forward as if to reach for me.

Then he stopped. And squeezed his eyes shut. 

That alone made the tears pour down my face. “If you hate me, then why are you here jerking off to my voice? Why are you still playing with my —”

I never finished the statement because he crossed the distance between us and smashed his lips on mine. Hard. So hard that I stumbled back a few steps from the impact.

His two hands held both sides of my head, tightly gripping as he kissed me like he’d been starving for it for five solid years. Like he’d been waiting for this all his life. 

He kept sucking on my lips as he walked me back towards the wall. I didn’t complain. I couldn’t. I wanted him. I needed him inside me like I needed air in my lungs.

And Leo was impatient.

He detached his lips from mine to spin me around roughly. My chest met the wall just as his towel dropped to the ground, brushing against my ankle.

“You think I hate you?” He hissed. “You think I'd do this if I hated you?” 

Next his hands were pulling up my skirt roughly and eagerly.

The fabric bunched above my waist in one violent yank. Cool air hit the backs of my thighs. His fingers hooked into the side of my panties and ripped. The lace gave way with a sharp tear that made me gasp. 

He didn’t even bother sliding them down. He just tore them aside until they hung in ruined strips around one thigh.

I felt his hot and thick dick against the curve of my ass as he lined himself up. “Leo—” I moaned. 

He didn’t wait. He shoved himself in.

The first inch stretched me so wide my mouth fell open in a silent cry. Pain bloomed immediately, because he was bigger than I remembered, thicker than anything my body had been ready for after years without him. 

I hadn't had sex for years after Leo. Until Alvin and I began dating. 

My pussy clenched around the intrusion, trying to push him out even as I arched back to take more.

“Fuck,” he growled against my ear, one hand slamming against the wall beside my head. “Still so tight. Still trying to keep me out.”

“I missed you, Leo.” I moaned. 

His hand slipped into the front of my blouse, cupping my breast roughly. “I thought about you every single day, Ivy.” He confessed. “Every fucking day. You're all I thought about. All I could think about.” 

He didn’t ease in. He drove forward in one hard thrust that buried half of him inside me. 

My knees buckled. A broken moan tore out of my throat before I could stop it. It hurt. God, it hurt. 

The stretch burned all the way up, my inner walls wrapping helplessly around the massive girth forcing them apart.

I felt every ridge, every thick vein as he pulled back just enough to slam in again, deeper this time. My forehead pressed to the wall. Tears pricked my eyes from the sudden fullness.

“It—it’s too much,” I whimpered, even as my hips pushed back against him like a traitor.

“Did you forget so quickly?” His voice was wrecked. “You came in here looking. You wanted this.”

He covered my mouth with his other hand, palm hot and slightly damp, muffling the next moan that ripped out of me when he bottomed out. The head of his cock kissed something deep that made my vision spark.

“Quiet,” he rasped, lips at my ear. “Walls are thin. Don’t you dare alert Callum.”

The reminder should have killed the heat. It didn’t. It made everything filthier. 

I was his son's new tutor. This was my first day. I was supposed to be in the living room, teaching the sweet four-year-old. 

Instead I was in here. In his dad’s room, pressed against the wall, skirt hiked to my waist, ruined panties dangling off one leg, stuffed full of his cock while the clueless little boy was somewhere in the same house waiting for me. 

Leo started moving. His thrusts were fast and rough. And there was no rhythm at first, just impatient, punishing strokes that shoved me into the wall with every thrust. 

My breasts flattened against the cool surface. Each time he pulled back I felt the drag of his thickness leaving me empty for a split second before he slammed home again, stretching me wider, forcing my body to remember the exact shape of him.

It still hurt. The burn hadn’t faded. But underneath the pain was a slick, aching heat that made my thighs shake. 

I was getting wetter around him, my body trying desperately to accommodate what it hadn’t had in years. Every inward thrust made a filthy wet sound now. I was so wet I could feel myself dripping down my own thighs.

My body was simply obeying its master. 

I moaned into his hand, needy and desperate. My fingers clawed at the wall. I wanted more even while it hurt. I wanted him to wreck me completely. 

He felt it. Of course he did. Then his hips snapped harder. “That’s it. Soak my dick like you used to. You're fucking greedy for this, aren’t you?”

He yanked his hand from my mouth only to spin me again, so fast the room tilted. Suddenly I was facing him, my back to the wall, and then both of his big hands were under my ass, lifting.

My feet left the floor. A terrified gasp burst out of me. “Leo—wait—you’ll drop me—”

He smirked. That same cocky, devastating smirk from years ago. The one he always gave, right before he made a shameless joke. 

“I won’t drop you.”