Page 62 of Falling for Them

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, soft and gentle at first, then more insistent. I kissed him back, my hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. He tasted like tequila and a bad decision, and I couldn’t get enough.

I pushed him back against the wall of the elevator, my hips pressing against his. I felt his arousal and it sent a surge of desire through me. He moaned softly, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me closer.

Kissing down his neck, I moved one of my hands to rub him through his pants. Fuck. He was the perfect size for all kinds of fun.

The elevator dinged, signaling our arrival at his floor, but we didn’t stop. We stumbled out into the hallway, our lips still locked together, our hands exploring each other’s bodies.

Somehow, we made it to his room, and he fumbled with the key card, finally managing to open the door. We practically fell inside, and I kicked the door shut behind us.

By some miracle, we ended up next to the bed, and I pushed him down. Climbing on top of him, I straddled him, pressing our hard cocks together through our pants.

I ground against him, eliciting a groan from deep within his chest. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in as he pulled me down harder against him.

“Fuck, Ethan. You’re driving me crazy.”

I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear. “That’s the point, isn’t it?” I nipped at his earlobe.

His hands slid up my back, pulling me closer, and our lips met in a heated kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I met it with my own.

One of his hands slipped under my shirt, and I gasped as his fingers brushed against my nipple.

“You like that, don’t you?” He trailed his lips down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.

“Yes.” I wanted more. I wanted to feel him inside me.

As if reading my mind, Leo lay back on the bed, rolling and pinning me beneath him. His eyes were dark with desire and his breaths came in ragged gasps. “I need to be inside you, Ethan.”

I nodded, my heart pounding. “Inside where?”

“Your ass.” He claimed my lips in another heated kiss.

His hips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm that had me anticipating what was to come.

“Condoms,” I gasped, tearing my lips away from his. “Lube. In the bathroom?”

Leo nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “Yeah, on the counter.”

I extracted myself from beneath him, my body protesting at the loss of contact. I hurried to the bathroom and found the condoms and lube right where he’d said they’d be. I grabbed them, my hands shaking with anticipation. I took a moment to steady myself, taking a deep breath before returning to the bedroom.

But when I stepped back into the room, Leo was sprawled out on the bed, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling with steady, even breaths. He was fast asleep.

You have to be fucking kidding me.

“Leo?”

He didn’t stir and started to snore softly. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, my body still humming with desire, my cock still hard and aching.

I set the condoms and lube down on the nightstand, disappointment washing over me. I had been so ready, and he had been too.

It wasn’t the ending I had hoped for, but I realized that maybe it was for the best. We were both drunk, both caught up in the moment. Maybe it was better that we hadn’t.

Chapter 22

Our Little Guys Love Swimming

Leo

My goal for this date had been to find some common ground when it came to each other and Libby, not want to finish what we’d started all those months ago.

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