This club only has one balcony. Once we’ve staked out a position toward one end, Nyles keeps himself between me and the bulk of the other concertgoers up there.
And three different times, when people make the rounds selling drugs, Nyles silently chases them away with a threatening glare that would harden my cock if he was Leo.
But he’s not.
Leo’s with Elliot tonight.
The love of his life.
The guy who’s not me.
The guy who’s not into me.
Shut up, brain.
I force my attention onto the stage, to the opening act, before my thoughts threaten to eat me alive.
I’ll never admit to Leo that, later, once I’m safely back at our apartment and climbing into bed—alone—I have myself a good hard cry.
Leo’s stretched thin enough as it is. He doesn’t need to deal with my insecurities.
It’s nearly four a.m. when I startle awake at the sound of the front door gently closing and the alarm being disarmed and reset. I lie there, listening, waiting for Leo to come into the bedroom.
He does, on bare feet, the rustle of clothes giving him away.
Nope, I can’t help myself.
I sit up in bed, and he steps over. Without a word, I grab him and kiss him with a ferocity that surprises even me. I could never struggle against Leo the way Elliot does. Even if I had the skills and training to fight him, I like being pinned down too much to fight back.
Yet tonight I grab him, nipping and biting as I fall back onto the bed and pull him with me, fumbling for his belt so I can free his cock. He reaches for the lube in the nightstand, and seconds later, we’re fucking with him still fully dressed and me naked and squirming under him.
My fingers twine in his hair and I slant my lips over his. I want him hard and fast and deep. I wantmyscent on him instead of Elliot’s. I want him inside me.
I wantmymarks on him,myteeth biting him,mynails raking furrows across his ass.
I don’t want the light on right now. I’ll see the evidence of his time with Elliot in the morning, during our shower.
His collar’s unfastened, his tie loose, and I can shove his shirt out of the way enough to put my mark low on his throat, almost at his collarbone.
Leo’s throaty chuckle as he slows his fucking while I bite and suck on his flesh drills as deep into my soul as his cock’s drilling my ass.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Reclaim your Sir.”
Of course he knows what I’m doing. Fricking psychologist,duh. He’s painfully optimistic, not totally clueless.
Fifteen minutes later, after he’s filled me and then blows me, and he’s cleaned up, we’re naked in bed together.
Neither of us have to be at work until after ten this morning, because it’s a Saturday and we don’t have early events.
Cuddling against him, I press my face against his pecs and leave another mark.
His hand settles on the back of my head, massaging my scalp as I chew on him. “Did you have fun at the concert, baby?”
“Mmm hmm,” I mumble without releasing my bite.
“I’m sorry I didn’t go with you.” I feel his warm breath in my hair. “Thank you for tonight. Elliot asked me to say thank you, too.”
I release my bite and kiss him again without responding to that. I…can’tright now. I can’t talk about it. It feels raw in a bad way, in a way it usually doesn’t feel.
