Leo squeezed his legs closer. “L-like that?” He sounded breathless.
“That’s perfect,” I said.
I touched him, and I thrust, and beads of sweat gathered across Leo’s skin as his breathing became laboured.
“Can you see it?” I whispered. “My cock appearing and disappearing between your legs?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Describe what you see,” I told him.
“I see the head,” Leo said. “It’s dark red, and there’s pre-cum and every time you push, it rubs up against me, and it feels” — a short breath — “good. I keep staring at it.”
“You’re not looking at my hand instead?” I squeezed slightly.
“No. That feels good, too, but I’m waiting. Waiting to see you cum. I haven’t seen you do it before and want to see it on my skin.”
Holy fuck. I knew he wasn’t trying to titillate me — he was just being honest — but the words made my balls tighten. I increased the pace of my strokes and used the other hand to grip his thigh, steadying myself against him.
“Clench your thighs again,” I told him. “Make them even tighter. Like that. Oh, fuck, that’s good. You’re so good, aren’t you? Always listening —”
At this point, Leo’s ragged breathing turned to whimpers.
“That’s right,” I murmured, “fuck, you’re good, Leo, so good —”
Leo’s cry was the only warning I had before he came, erection hot and pulsing in my hand. I stroked him through it, thrusting hard and fast between his legs until I came too, my vision going white as waves of pleasure washed over me.
How long had it been since I’d climaxed with someone? I thought distantly. I hadn’t with Leo the only other two times we’d had sex, and I hadn’t slept with anyone else since I made a vow to myself to find a proper boyfriend. Sure, I’d jerked off, but I’d forgotten how powerful it was to come with another person’s warm body against you, to hear their moans of ecstasy.
Eventually, I peeled myself off Leo’s back, my thoroughly wrung-out cock slipping out from between his legs. Leo slumped forward, catching himself on the headboard, and slowly turned around. His eyes were glassy as if he was still deep in the pleasure of the orgasm, but then he focused on me and offered a tiny, shy smile.
I smiled back. Then I looked at his thighs.
He followed my gaze. “I should probably shower.”
“I’ll get you a towel,” I said, hurrying off the bed.
Once he was in the bathroom, I slumped against the wall.
God, my entire body felt boneless. But despite the fact I didn’t have a single ounce of arousal left in me, I couldn’t help but appreciate the memory of Leo’s back, his ass, the noises he made, and the way he obediently clenched his thighs —
It was unfair how alluring he was. Dangerous, too.
What if he disappeared again? I tried not to let the worry show on my face as I stepped into the shower after he was finished, letting the hot stream of water wash the remnants of sex off my skin. What if, when I finished, he’d left? It would hurt even more than last time.
After I finished showering and dried and wrapped myself in a towel, I held my breath as I reached for the bathroom door handle.
And sighed in relief. Leo was still in my studio, changed back into his clothes, sitting on the couch.
13
“I’m a bit hungry after all that,” he said.
“You’rehungry?” I asked incredulously to disguise my relief. “I was the one who did all the work.”
He laughed. “Do you want to get dinner?”
“I was planning to make pasta tonight if you want some.” I walked over to my closet and fished out an old shirt and worn shorts for my pyjamas. After I’d changed, I turned around to see Leo had averted his eyes. It was sweet of him to maintain a facade of modesty despite the fact I’d fucked his thighs not fifteen minutes ago.
