Legs.There are a second pair of legs in this bed. They stir and snuggle against the backs of mine. For a fraction of a heartbeat, I’m back in New York and Buckley’s behind me. “I’m sorry, H,” he’ll whisper any second now, morning breath, disgusting but semi-endearing wafting over me. “I’m so, so sorry. You’re my home.”
Except a sleepy arm drapes over my side, pulls me close. Dry lips smack together next to my ear. When I finally find the nerve to open my eyes, I notice a practically hairless, defined forearm; pronounced veins snake in braided twists up its interior. That’s not Buckley’s freckled limb. That’s the arm of another man entirely.
That’s when last night with Leo returns to me, which means, that’s not a banana on my back, that’s...
Nice.
It’s strange to admit, but it is.
Not only is it nice, but it’sexciting.
Leo’s morning wood and warmth and slightly oaky scent all pleasantly combine to stir my own arousal until last night’s tension is mounting again, swirling low in my gut, and Buckley’s ghost gets banished to another hellish realm.
I hear a sleepy grunt behind me. Leo’s waking up—I can sense it. His breathing against my back grows from slow and lax to full and measured. A yawn tickles my ear as his grip around me becomes tighter, tugging my body toward him like I’m a pillow. His strength entices me.
Last night, my overzealous drinking got in the way of any fun, but right now, I can’t stop myself from grinding back into his erection, allowing my ass to slope against the gentle curvature of him. I let the electricity jolt through my body and wake me up even more.
Leo grunts again, but this time there’s nothing sleepy about it.
He’s awake too and that grunt is more of a growl. A hungry, needy growl that starts in the base of his throat and spurs me to grind back harder. My skin grows hotter.
“What a lovely alarm clock,” he whispers into my ear as he matches my pressure. The oppositional rock of our pelvises becomes rhythmic, until the bed springs are squeaking softly beneath us.
“You tried to kabob me in my sleep so...” I joke, but only half-heartedly. I’m too turned on. I’m reaching a hand down the front of my sleep pants and brushing my thumb against my slick tip. My quick laugh morphs into a self-inflicted moan.
He whispers playfully, “I wanted you so badly last night. I guess little Leo couldn’t restrain himself.”
Hearing those words causes me to glow from the inside out. I roll over to face him, ignoring morning breath and bed head and any other number of insecurities that may hold me back. I’ve had a shitty run of it this last month, and suddenly this gorgeous man with dark brown eyes is hard for me and fuck if I’m going to let that opportunity run away.
“I’m sober now.” There’s need laced in my voice. My chest bubbles with anticipation.
His warm right hand wanders down my stomach and stops just above the waistband of my pants. “And hard, too, I bet.” His tone is slow and deliberate and delicious.
“Why don’t you find out?” I dare, quirking a brow, radiating seduction.
He takes no time plunging his hand below the waistband of my lounge pants. He, too, finds the head of my cock leaking. The pad of his pointer finger swirls across the sensitive skin, making my whole body shudder as he skates across the slit and down the engorged underside.
When I open my eyes, he’s holding that very finger up to his mouth. “Any STIs?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Tested just last week. You?”
“Last month, but haven’t been with anyone in...” His eyebrows scrunch up like he’s doing the math. “A while.” Then, he looks right at me as he sucks his finger, licks me off him. Pressure builds beneath my balls as I imagine him doing that but to my dick. The fantasy of him bobbing up and down between my thighs is almost too much for me.
“I find it hard to believe,” I say when he stops. “That a hot guy like you hasn’t had any ina while.” Someone like Leo would clean up on the apps back home.
He kisses the tip of my nose, then chuckles and shrugs. “Maybe I’m picky.” But his voice betrays the sentiment fully. I can tell there’s more to the story than that, however, I’m far too horny to press it, so I press into him instead, inhaling his musk.
I kiss him again and he pulls me on top of him so my knees are straddling his waist. He’s already shirtless so I run my palms along the length of him, stopping to trace the divots below his pec muscles with my thumbs. He’s chiseled marble made flesh, heat lapping off him and making my erection throb.
Leo raises his arms and knots his fingers behind his head, revealing twin patches of dark hairs. I tilt down and flick my tongue across his right nipple which makes the cocky expression on his face slip, become far less controlled.
I do it again. And again. Until he’s writhing underneath me, bucking his hips upward toward my still clothed ass.
I take my tongue on a trip down his abs before hiking my head up. “Is it time for the second installment of the repayment plan?” I ask, mouth watering, heart leaping.
He nods. “Yes, please.” He digs his heels into the mattress and lifts his hips, giving me enough leeway to shimmy down and slip his eggplant-purple boxer briefs off his lightly dusted thighs and fling them away.
Leo’s penis stands at attention, inches from my mouth. It’s a good size with a nice thickness that curves slightly upward toward his belly button, resting in a patch of neat pubic hair. Just the thought of that domed head hitting my prostate...woof.
