Page 70 of Loving Leo

“I’m so horny,” he adds and then groans when I pull his shirt off and pull him up slightly, sucking on his nipple. “It’s been like a year since I saw you. And I haven’t gotten off. Nothing. Just…oh fuck.”

His fingers thread in my hair, holding me there, my teeth plucking at his puckered nub until he’s gasping.

“Wait.Wait,” he gasps. “I’m going to come and…oh fuck.”

He shudders, his movements growing frantic and I don’t let up, just continue to grind our bodies together until he shatters, my name exiting his lips as he comes. I watch it all, the way he shuts his eyes, the tremble in his body as he almost falls from the force of it.

“Fuck, I was saving that up,” he groans, his eyelids fluttering open. “Two days and it’s gone in a minute because of you.”

“I thought it was a year.”

“Felt like it. Felt like forever.”

I puff up at his words and squeeze his ass gently. “It doesn’t matter. It was hot.”

“It was juvenile. I haven’t had such a hair trigger since I was thirteen.”

“Seems I’m potent then.”

He rolls his eyes and then stares down at his pants, a wet spot starting to form on the front of them.

“I need to change.”

“Hm,” I murmur, grabbing onto his hand and leading him to my room. “I think I’ll like you in my clothes.”

“Pervert. I bet this was your plan all along.”

It wasn’t, but now that I think on it, I think it’s a pretty solid one. When he emerges from the bathroom wearing a pair of my athletic shorts and one of my shirts, I find my semi-hard dick perking up even more. And my chest swells in contentment.

I like this look on him.

He wears me well.

“I meant to say, it smells delicious,” he adds as he slides onto the stool at the kitchen island.

“It’s nothing fancy,” I lie. It’s fucking fancy. I’ve been working on this all afternoon. Even left work early to impress him.

“What is it?” he asks.

“Venison steak with a bordelaise sauce, garlic frites and asparagus.”

“I don’t know what any of that is.”

“And creme brulee for dessert,” I add and Leo pretends to swoon.

“You could have just fed me your dick and I would have been happy,” he says and I bark out a laugh. This man is fucking ridiculous.

“No dick yet. Would you like some wine first?”

“I bet it is expensive too, huh?”

“That’s all relative.”

“Well, I guess you’re going to insist, so fine.”

“White or red.”

“Um, you tell me. I don’t know.”

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