After a few minutes of that he rolls us over, his cock still firmly wedged deep inside me, and he yanks his suit jacket off and drops it off the bed. His shirt and undershirt follow, and then he’s staring down at me with a gaze that’s every bit as hungry and determined as I feel staring up at him.
Well, until he takes my glasses off me and sets them on the nightstand. Then, everything’s a little blurry. He’s still fucking gorgeous. He’s got a couple of scars I assume are from the plane crash he survived, and I want to kiss every square inch of his flesh.
Except he lifts my legs over his shoulders and leans in.
“Youreallywant Sir right now, baby? Or do you want sweet and tender Leo?”
Fuck me, I nearly come.
I raise my hands over my head. “I want you to fuck my brains out,Sir.”
His practically feral gaze sweeps my body before his eyes lock on mine again. He pins my wrists over my head with one hand, and with the other he reaches between us, rubs his thumb over the head of my cock, and then brings it to his lips to taste me.
Fuuuuuck…
He knows damn well what he’s doing to me, how he’s got me squirming and wanting him.
This is nothing like I thought my first time would be, and so much better than I ever could have hoped.
He starts biting me—my pecs, my neck—sucking to leave dark marks on me.
Possessively staking his claim on me.
A few strokes, a mark, repeat.
“Every time you look in the mirror, boy, I want you to seeMeon you.”
Jesus wept, the man is sin on a stick and dialed in to the center of my nervous system.
Eventually, he starts thrusting harder, faster, every stroke brushing against my P-spot and nearly sending me over the edge.
“If you can come, boy, do it.”
Oh, thank christ!I explode almost immediately, and that apparently trips Leo over the edge, too. With the temptest now calmed, he lets me wrap my arms and legs around him as he tenderly kisses me, nuzzling, both of us silent and looking into each other’s eyes as we’re coming down from our orgasmic high.
Well,thathappened.
And I’mstillsporting a chub, which is…rare. That was hella better than jerking my own goddamned cock or fucking a toy.
Or fucking myself with a toy.
Leo’s not exactly soft inside me, either, and that’s when I get creative. I start working his cock with my ass, and suddenly, Leo’s all in again. He grabs my cock and strokes me while he fucks me.
The look on his face tells me this isn’t normal for him, either. He’s as into me and this as I am.
Maybe more.
Something akin to wonder, mixed with determination, tenses his jaw as he strokes me to completion and adds to the sticky mess between our bodies before he spills inside me again, and Iknow.
I’m not the only one who just got claimed.
Leo’smine.
Like hell am I walking away from him without a goddamned fight.
* * * *
We make it to the shower, kissing and exploring the entire time. There’s a blatant hunger to Leo’s every touch, his loneliness palpable.
