“The best things in life often do.” Isn’t that the truth? Felicity Dunleavy had rocketed into my world out of nowhere—turning my life upside down in the best possible way.
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Felicity
Track 14: “Drunk in Love” by Beyoncé
How did Sunday get here so darn fast? I’d been living in a dream since I arrived at Leo’s house. Friday had been all about getting to know each other’s bodies—in multiple ways in multiple rooms and on multiple surfaces. The night went by in a sex-induced haze.
Then on Saturday, we ventured out of the house and went down to Newport for the day. I took Leo to see the famous mansions. We had dinner there and returned to Narragansett on the early side, because we were too horny to wait until later to have sex. I’d made a conscious decision not to drink this weekend because I wanted to be present for each of these precious moments with Leo.
But as I stood in the kitchen watching him fiddle with the coffeemaker on Sunday afternoon, the reality of everything washed over me. I’d fallen for this man, and he only had a matter of weeks left. Then I’d never see him again. That had always been the plan, but for some reason that harsh fact only hit me in waves, and this one wiped me out.
After he pressed start on the coffee, Leo walked over. His eyes held a clear affection that matched my own for him. In this moment I realized if I didn’t have a drink—and not the caffeinated one currently brewing—the pain would be unbearable. I needed to numb this. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t afford having my feelings escalate any further.
“You’ve fallen into a daze,” he said. “Is everything okay?”
“I think we should have some tequila.”
“Well, that was a very random response.”
“I know. But I’ve been good all weekend. I’m in the mood to get tipsy.”
It was going to take more than tipsy to forget my worries tonight.
He leaned down and spoke over my lips. “Are you trying to take advantage of me? You know you can do that without the alcohol, right?”
“I’ve never had drunk sex before. I think we should try it. You make me feel safe enough to let loose in that way.”
“You want to get wasted with me?” He flashed a devious grin. “Well, tequila it is, then.”
Leo grabbed the shot glasses and the bottle, and we headed out back to enjoy our drinks on the deck overlooking the bay.
Within an hour, we were both pretty sloshed.
The next thing I knew, Leo had lifted me up in the air and was carrying me upstairs to his bedroom. Not only had the alcohol numbed all of my anxiety, it had sparked an adventurous side that didn’t otherwise exist.
“Tie me up, my lord,” I blurted as Leo threw me down on the bed.
He laughed. “You didn’t just say that.”
“I’m not sure which part you’re asking about. By the way, did it annoy you when I called you that?”
“From anyone else, it would have been annoying, but from you it’s kind of hot. Feel free to say it again, but I was actually referring to the tying you up part.”
“Can we play Lord Covington does bondage with the peasant girl?”
“You’re bad when you’re drunk, you know that?” He placed his knees on either side of my body and kissed my neck. “It brings out your devious side.”
I shrugged. “At least you can say you experienced both sides of me before we parted ways.”
“Don’t talk about that right now—my leaving.”
“What are you going to do if I defy you?”
“Let me guess…the right answer is tie you up?”
“Maybe.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Miss Dunleavy. I have no problem giving you exactly what you’re asking for and more. Especially the way I’m feeling right now.”
“I’m sort of curious about the ‘and more’ part.”
With a twinkle in his eye, Leo hopped off the bed and went to his closet. He returned with one of his ties.
“Lift your hands over your head,” he demanded. His eyes were dead serious, and a thrill shot through me. Leo placed the tie around my wrists and tied it in a knot. “I’d put something over your eyes, but I like looking in them too much.”
After he worked to slip my bikini off, he pulled his shorts down, leaving his glistening cock hanging in the air.
“What shall I do first?” he asked.
“Fuck my mouth.”
I’d only gone down on him one other time this weekend, a random moment when I snuck up on him in the bathroom. He’d been caught off guard and came in a matter of seconds.
“You discovered my weakness, didn’t you? Maybe I’ll last more than twenty seconds this time.”
I sat up a bit, with my hands still over my head, as Leo knelt before me on the bed and stuck his cock in my mouth. He groaned as his eyes rolled back, surrendering to the gratuitous pleasure as I took him all the way down my throat.
He suddenly pulled out and slid down. “Open your legs wide.”
Within seconds, he’d pushed himself inside, fucking me hard. I wished my hands were free so I could grab his hair, but there was something arousing about giving up that little bit of control.
“I’m going to fucking blow my load, Felicity,” he groaned. “Damn your pussy and the alcohol making me weak. But I know you’re not ready to come.”
Bending my head back, I panted, “Come on my chest.”
His eyes widened as he pulled out, jerking his thick cock until streams of hot cum shot all over my skin. It was simply breathtaking—the way his mouth fell open as he orgasmed and the sounds he made as he covered me.
“Untie me,” I begged, so incredibly turned on.
He did as I said, and the moment my hands were free, I brought them to my clit and circled it with my two middle fingers. Leo watched intently as I pleasured myself. It took a matter of seconds before the muscles between my legs contracted.
“Watching you do that with my cum all over you is just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He lay on top of me and slipped his tongue into my mouth as we once again fell into a deep kiss.
We found the tequila and stayed in our drunken state in bed for the remainder of the day.
The afternoon turned to evening, and we’d just finished having sex again when Leo slowly pulled out of me and said, “I love…fucking you so much.”
My heart nearly stopped. For a split second, I thought he’d told me he loved me. Would it have mattered that he’d said it while intoxicated? Likely not. But when he completed the sentence, I felt as much disappointment as I did relief.
Why would I want him to say those words anyway? Stupid.
The room spun a little, but I didn’t regret the tequila. It had done its job. I prayed that the thought of him loving me—or not loving me—would go away and forced my mind to something else.
Sinking into Leo’s silk sheets, I made another random drunken announcement.
“I wish I had a Shetland pony.”
Leo cracked up. “Where in God’s name did that come from?”
I hiccupped. “Blame the tequila. But a Shetland pony is something I used to wish for a lot when I was younger, and for some reason, I really want one right now.”