“What?” His eyes were big.
“Nothing.” I took a deep breath. “Shit. Are you…are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
He shook his head.
“How are you so good?”
He shrugged. “I paid attention to what you did to me.”
I pushed a hand through his hair. “Can you do it again?”
He nodded and lowered his head once again, sliding his wet mouth over me, and this time, I wasn’t taken off guard. He used his lips to cover his teeth so he didn’t graze me, and since he’d gotten the length wet, it slid into his mouth easily.
Usually, when receiving a blowjob, I’d control myself more, but with Leo, I let myself be noisy, both because it did genuinely feel nice but also because I knew it would reassure Leo.
“That’s good,” I murmured when he hollowed his cheeks to create a seal. “That’s really good.”
His eyes met mine, and the eye contact made my cock pulse. I could’ve cum like that, just looking at him look at me, his mouth stretched obscenely around me.
“Hey,” I said, making the most of Leo looking at me. “You look really pretty like this.”
Immediately, he looked away, and for a moment, I worried I’d done something wrong. Then I saw the pink bloom across his cheeks, and he started sucking me with renewed vigour like he had something to prove or something to live up to.
As he bobbed his head, I ran my fingers through his hair. He clutched the sides of my hips, fingernails digging into the skin and any other time, it would’ve been painful, but in that moment, it only amplified the pleasure.
I made a warning noise, and Leo let my cock slip out of his mouth. I reached down to stroke myself off a few times, eyes squeezing closed as I came, hot cum splattering against my belly.
When the orgasm faded away, and I came back to myself, I opened my eyes to see Leo staring at the cum on my skin. He grabbed the box of tissues off the bedside table and handed them to me, and his face was blank as he watched me clean myself up, which was a little bit worrying. Was he going to freak out?
Then he lay down beside me. “Did I do a good job?” he asked.
I dropped the tissues on my bedside table — I’d deal with that later — and turned my attention back to Leo.
“You were excellent,” I said and kissed his forehead.
He snuggled closer, his erection digging into the side of my thigh. It was flattering that he was still hard despite giving me head. Or maybe he was hardbecausehe gave me head.
“Do you want me to…” I pressed my knee against his arousal.
He shook his head. “I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?” Did he feel guilty about the times he got off and I didn’t? Was he trying to even some imaginary score I couldn’t care less about?
“I’m happy to just cuddle,” he said, and looped a leg around mine, burrowing his head into my shoulder, and when he clung to me so tightly, I had to believe him.
18
Eventually, we showered and got ready for bed. Leo stayed the night, though it took us more than an hour to fall asleep. We kept talking, or playing with each other’s hands, or kissing.
The following morning, I was aware that Leo was with me before I opened my eyes. I felt his heavy presence at my side, weighing against an elbow, and the rhythmic sound of his breathing. When I finally cracked my eyes open, he looked, well, gorgeous. His hair was messy, and lines marked his cheek where the pillow had pressed against his skin, but he was beautiful to me, and the sight of him flooded me with a kind of joy I’d never gotten from anything else.
I reached over him to peel the edge of the blind back. Outside, the sun was only beginning to rise, and the streets below were mostly empty. I lay back down and tried to fall back asleep, but it was impossible. Energy and excitement surged through my body like I was a kid on Christmas morning.
Leo’s lashes fluttered open, and he gave me a sleepy smile.
“Morning,” he murmured.
“Morning.”
