Wearing nothing but a pair of loose fitting jeans, I stand in my entrance hall, waiting for David to deliver my treat for the night. The whole damn night. I look calm and unbothered on the outside, but inside I’m spinning in circles, desperate to get Leo naked and his ass in the air. A gentle knock on my door is the sound that makes my dick immediately hard and ready, as he’s here.
I open the door to be greeted by the sexy ass man who has taken over every second of my thoughts since I met him. Not even in my sleep does my mind take a break. I’ve thought of him in every scenario, listed what I want to do to him, imagined how he would look and sound. This feels like I’m in a fever dream. Patience has never been my strong suit, so for the big day to finally arrive is magic.
“Come in, Leo.”
“Hi,” he says timidly, and I want to moan out. I love the softer side to his voice, it does things to me.
“Follow me,” I say, and take him straight to my bedroom. I’ve no intention of waiting a single minute longer. I want to take advantage of each second that he is here. Fuck small talk. We both know why he’s here.
“Wow, straight to it. Not even a drink to be offered,” he mumbles.
“You can drink after. This isn’t a date, Leo. I don’t do softness or romance. Now, did you prep for me?”
His face blushes and he looks down at the ground.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now undress for me, slowly,” I say as I move over to the bed. I sit back against the headboard and watch him at the foot of the bed while I press a button on my phone that turns on the surround sound in my bedroom, the song “Feel Me” by Orgvsm fills the room and I place my phone back on the bedside table and resume my composed position.
The room is dim, washed in city-light filtered through glass and distance. Night presses against the windows like a held breath. Leo stands there awkwardly, hands loose at his sides, shoulders tight with restraint. He’s trying so hard not to move, to fight against it.
I don’t rush him as I quite like the discomfort. I’ve no idea if Leo has ever been with men or been curious, but I don’t care. Even the toughest branch of a tree can be bent at will, made into something new. Besides, I never rush what already belongs to me.
He hesitates, refusing to look at me before slowly lifting his t-shirt over his head. Just as I requested, he is slow in his movements as he exposes, inch by inch, hisbeautiful, toned, tanned body. I lick my lips at the tantalizing skin that’s begging for my tongue to take a taste.
My eyes track every movement. The belt to his dark jeans is next, the clatter of the metal as he unbuckles and slowly pulls the long leather strap free from his jeans, dropping it on the floor next to his discarded shirt.
As he undoes the button to his jeans, I remove my jeans quickly, lifting my ass off the bed as I pull them down my legs and throw them to the floor. I’m commando, so when Leo looks up at the movement, his eyes widen as he sees my hand clasp around my hard as granite dick.
The air thickens like a southern humid summer, quiet pants come from Leo’s mouth as his breathing increases in speed. He has stopped undressing, focused on me as he scans my body, and I love his eyes on me. There is definitely interest here. Predators are not the only ones who like to watch. Prey does too.
“You’re thinking too loudly,” I say, and he swallows hard, hand trembling over the final buttons that need to be undone.
“I’m not thinking.” What a liar, so fragile.
“Never lie when you’re with me. Now remove your pants,” I say as I relax back into my headboard, enjoying perving over the sexy show being put on for me.
After undoing his jeans, he lets them drop to his ankles, before clumsily removing them. Then he looks up at me under those dark thick lashes, the lights from outside flicker over his skin, making it look like his body is covered in glistening gemstones.
“Take them off, Leo. Now,” I growl as I notice the bulge behind his underwear. Well, well, well. The fucker is hard. He slowly pulls down his underwear, revealing his smooth, cut cock. It’s thick and a decent size, not too big or small. He is completely hairless and I love that he followed my prep instructions.
“Look at me,” I say quietly, and he does. This is different. Those hazel eyes are wild and reflective, full of things he will never say out loud because he doesn’t want to be seen as wanting this. He doesn’t want me to see that I’ve won. Not that it matters. He is mine whether he likes it or not.
Unable to resist having a touch, I stand from the bed and move over to him, until we are face to face. I let my fingers hover near his jaw. Not touching but teasing, just close enough that he can feel the heat.
“You’re shaking.”
“I’m not afraid,” he says.
“I didn’t say you were.”
There is a difference between fear and anticipation and he knows it. I continue my tease by tracing the air beside his throat, and he tilts his head without realizing it. A clear movement offering himself to me. It’s instinct and it pleases me more than anything rehearsed ever could.
“You could leave,” I murmur.
He doesn’t move and closes his eyes, little pants leave his mouth in anticipation of my next move.
“You could tell me to stop.”
