Page 52 of Loving Leo

Heath

I would ask myself what the hell I’m doing, but I know exactly what my mind and body want. I follow Leo’s pert ass through the crooked hole in the wall and into his apartment which smells of burned food and wet dog. And still, I’m unbothered. Nothing about this is abnormal. If anything, it feels completely right.

“So, you want to go to my room?” Leo asks, looking almost shy.

I fucking do, it seems. Him on my lap during the movie made me want things. I want to touch him. All over. That little exploration my fingers did earlier didn’t do it justice. This need I have inside of me is building. It has been ever since I pulled him up against my chest in my office and jacked him off.

Something shifted in that moment and I think there’s no going back to the way I was.

I follow him down the short hallway and a moment later a rickety bedroom door is pushed open. I see Leo everywhere in this small space. From the color of the pillows to the way his bed is slightly unkempt. There’s a laundry basket full of dirty clothes in the cornerand pictures on the wall of him with friends and family, some even with other men.

Hm. I don’t like that at all.

I walk over to the collage and take a long glance, seeing a smiling Leo with men who are far more handsome than me. Men who are less complicated. The ones who have less baggage.

“Who is this?” I ask, looking at a picture of Leo with another man, his lips on his cheek.

Leo rips it from where it hangs and stuffs it in the trash.

“No one. An old flame, it’s nothing really. Forgot it was even there.”

I arch an eyebrow at him. “That so?”

“Yeah. It’s nothing.”

“You don’t need to throw away your pictures.”

“I really forgot it was there. I swear. I haven’t added or taken down any of those pictures in months.”

He’s almost breathless, shifting nervously on his feet. “It’s really hot in here, huh?” he asks and then stumbles to the window, pulling it open with a loud creak. I watch as some of the paint from the wall falls onto the ground and I bite my bottom lip to keep the comments inside. I don’t want him to feel bad for where he lives. It’s not his fault his landlord is scum. He deserves better. So much more than this.

“Um, there, that’s better, now it’s just humid and sticky.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I know this room is a mess and I’m a mess, but?—”

I cut him off, my hands landing on his hips.

“It’s perfect. It was a fun night. Different. Interesting. I loved it.”

He lets out a shaking breath and then rolls his head back and groans. “God, why are you so hot.”

And then he shoves me backwards. I topple into the desk and he gasps before shaking his head.

“Don’t fall into the desk. Fall onto the bed.”

“I didn’t know you were going to shove me,” I grunt and he grins at me.

He shoves me backwards once more. This time my ass lands on the bed and he groans.

“You look so good on my sheets. All prim and proper. You don’t belong here.”

I smirk at him and he steps between my spread thighs.

“I think I fit here just fine,” I say and he nods enthusiastically.

I don’t know what’s happening right now or how I got here with a man, but it doesn’t really seem to matter to me at the moment. I love the feeling of his hard body against mine, love that little happy trail that leads to his cock. And something else I’m finding is that I love his strength as he strips my shirt off and then sinks to his knees, his lips dragging across my pecs to my neck. And when he gets to my lips, he hesitates for just a moment, a shaky breath exhaled. And then his lips ghost over mine.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” I murmur and then his lips brush over mine again.

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