And his entire body is begging for more.
His breath hitches in his chest as I reach between us to get our dicks out, and when I wrap my fist around us both, I damn near lose it right there.
“Tonight,” I say, and he gasps as I squeeze and stroke us from root to tip. “Tonight,” I repeat, then let go to spit into my palm. It slicks the way—not great, but enough—and I begin to jack us off in earnest. “I want to suck your dick.”
“Oh god, yes. North, yes, please. I need your mouth around me.”
My balls tighten, and heat rushes through me as I picture it—the weight of him on my tongue, the taste of him as he shoots down my throat. There’s a funny sound coming from somewhere, and I realize after a second that it’s me. It’s a heavy, panting, whining moan escaping my throat as my arm speeds up.
I can’t help but picture it: the look on his face as I sit between his legs and let him slide in and out of my mouth.
It’s going to be so good.
Oh shit.
Ohshit.
Oh—
“I’m coming,” I gasp seconds before I spill.
My dick kicks hard in my hand, and my arm goes limp, so Leo quickly takes over. He lets my softening cock go as he takes his own, and with hard, sharp pulls, he gets himself off, coming all over my lower stomach.
I can’t help but stare at it—watching his mess mingle with mine, feeling like that’s always how it should be. He and I: messy and chaotic, but in our own way, absolutely perfect.
My breathing starts to even out, and I look up to find him watching my face.
“Do I look weird when I come?” I ask.
He snorts and pulls me down into a kiss. “Everything you do is fucking beautiful.”
“God, you’re going to kill me if you keep talking like that.”
“Only little deaths, I hope.”
I fucking love this.
No, I think it’s more than just this. Leo’s different and kind of weird, and I never thought I would say this, but my best friend’s little brother is absolutely goddamn perfect for me.
And I think the reason I’m this terrified is because I’m absolutely in love with him.
I don’t say much as Leo and Teddy walk through the house. It’s not quite a burned-out shell. There’s a lot that can be saved, though I can’t read the adjustor’s face, so I don’t really know what he’s thinking. He’s standing there with dead eyes and a twitchy, thick mustache under his nose.
I’m not really a fan of his—or anyone from the insurance companies. Their job is to pay out as little as they can, though in this case, he doesn’t have a choice. It was an accident. Leo didn’t do anything wrong. Lighting candles can be dangerous, but it’s not a crime, so…
“Okay, I think I’m good.” Leo’s voice interrupts my thoughts. Although I’m irritated at this mustachioed dick’s presence, Leo soothes me.
Teddy’s walking slightly behind him, making notes on his tablet, and Leo slides up against my side so I can wrap an arm around him. The adjustor watches the whole thing, wrinkling his nose.
“Do you have any questions for me?” the adjustor asks.
“No,” Leo says. “You have the address where I’m staying, yes?”
The man nods, then looks at Teddy, who gives him a half shrug, and he turns and leaves without another word.
The mood’s still heavy even after he’s gone, and Teddy lets out a sigh. “I fucking hate that guy.”
Leo sags against me. “Really? God, I thought it was just me.”
