Chapter Seven
Leon was warm, warmer than he'd ever remembered being. But it wasn't a smothering hot. He wasn't sweating. It was more of a comforting warmth than anything. Leon started to roll over until he realized he couldn't. Arms like steel bands were wrapped around him, pinning him in place.
For a moment, a brief second panic held Leon in a vice grip. He started to reach under his pillow for his gun until the man behind him grunted and thrust his hips forward, pushing his very hard cock against Leon's ass.
George.
Leon's eyes fluttered closed as he blew out a relieved breath. It was just George. Although, why George was wrapped around him like an octopus, he'd never know. He wasn't about to complain, though. The cock poking him in the ass felt fantastic.
Leon was a little disturbed to think about just how long it had been since he'd been laid. All he seemed to do lately was work, work, then more work. That was one of the reasons he'd been looking forward to some time off so much.
And, as much as he'd like to explore that cock poking him in the ass, he couldn't sleep with his client. It was so ethically wrong he didn't even want to think about it. Granted, there were no general rules against it, but it was heavily frowned upon.
When Leon tried to move away, the arms around him tightened and a low growl rumbled through the chest pressed against his back. Leon stilled, almost not breathing. He was pretty sure that was a threatening growl.
Leon really wasn't sure what to do. If he moved, George's bear could come out and maul him to death. If he didn't move, something else could maul him, which would be much more enjoyable. Both were dangerous considering he was supposed to be protecting George, not bagging the sexy guy.
"Uh, George?" Leon tried to glance over his shoulder, but he was locked in the snuggle hold of death. Breathing was about all he could do at the moment. He huffed as he settled back down into George's ironclad embrace. It didn't look as if he was going anywhere anytime soon.
That wouldn't be so disturbing if his own cock wasn't hardening in answer to the one poking him in the butt. He was growing more aroused with each passing second.
Leon reached down under the covers and gave his persistent dick a hardy thump. He winced at the instant ache that crawled down his shaft and settled in his balls. Okay, maybe that hadn't been his brightest idea.
When George moved, Leon held his breath. He wasn't sure he wanted the man to move or not, but he knew what needed to happen. He wiggled just a bit. "George, dude, you need to let go of me."
"Don't wanna," George mumbled as he pulled Leon closer, which Leon hadn't thought possible.
Leon's eyes widened when he heard a soft snuffling noise at the nape of his neck then felt lips press against his skin. "George!"
"You smell good."
Leon couldn't help the light flush that filled his skin at George's words. He didn't know why he even cared what the man thought, but he couldn't ignore the warmth those words filled him with.
"George, you really need to let go of me."
Leon didn't know how long he lay there before he felt a hand brush against his hip. He sucked in a breath when it moved lower, then around him to grab his cock through his boxers.
"George?" He'd never admit there was a slight squeak to his voice or that he thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock into George's hand.
He groaned as pleasure ripped through him when George squeezed him. There was something to be said for being touched by a man of George's size. Leon was no slouch in the cock department, but George's large hand still almost covered his entire length.
"George, we can't—" The rest of his words were lost in a surprised yelp as he was flipped around until he was chest to chest with the big man. "George, we—"
George captured his lips in that very moment, stealing Leon's protest from his mouth just as he stole the breath from Leon’s lungs. He groaned into the kiss as George’s scent filled every pore in his body. The kiss was gentle, but consuming. Leon was going up in flames. He knew he could quickly become addicted to kissing the man all day, every day.
A deep growl rumbled in George’s throat. His movements were wild, unforgiving, and dared Leon to interfere, to stop him.
''Let me have you,'' George whispered against Leon’s lips as his tongue traced along Leon’s bottom lip, making his entire body shiver with need.
''Yes.'' It was that easy. Screw ethics. He wanted this bear of a man. Leon wiggled under George, wanting to get closer. He was desperate to feel the man’s large, thick cock in his ass.
"On your hands and knees," George said as he pulled a tube out from under his pillow.
Leon swallowed around the dry lump in his throat. He shucked his boxers then turned around, giving George a nice view of his ass. George grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, giving the flesh a light squeeze. The sensual hold made Leon’s hole pulse with need.
Leon cried out when he felt a slick finger rim around his asshole a moment later. A slight pressure applied, and then George’s finger sank in deep. Leon panted heavily, wanting to feel more, but needing a minute to adjust.
Leon panted as he felt George’s finger push deep, and then pull back. George added a second finger and went in search of his prostate. Leon moaned as the long, thick fingers that seemed to fill him so perfectly brushed across his prostate with every movement of George’s hand.
