Page 53 of Loving Leo

“Are you sure?”

“Leo, I’m sure. I promise I’ll let you know if its something I don’t want.”

He nods and then his tongue peeks out, brushing against my mouth.

“Oh fuck, you taste good,” he whispers and my tentative hands move up to his head, tugging on those thick strands of hair as he presses his lips firmly against mine this time. I revel in the feeling of his soft, pliant mouth against my own, the sweet way he tastes as he sucks on my bottom lip. Every single gasp and moan, I inhale. I close my eyes when his strong tongue demands entry and I devour him, licking into every corner of his being.

Usually, in the bedroom, I’m in charge. I’m the dominant one. But I’ve only been with women and Leo certainly isn’t that. So I relish it, letting him take what he wants, being submissive for once in my fucking life. For a moment, I relax into him as our mouths moveagainst each other. I lean forward as he works on the buttons of my pants, his deft fingers undoing them as his mouth, his tongue, his lips teach me to sin.

And there’s really no finesse. He’s not working for the cameras right now, this is just us, two men, horny and together.

“Are you sure this is okay? I know I’m not?—”

“Don’t say it,” I grumble. “You’re perfect. Just as you are.”

He moans louder and then attacks me with a ferocity I didn’t know he had. And I respond, my fingers digging into his skin, my tongue ravishing his mouth.

“Fuck. Do you kiss like you fuck? Because your kisses…”

He groans as he leans back and rips his shirt off.

“Can I get naked? Can we get naked? Please say yes.”

I let out a small laugh and nod. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Thank fuck.”

He works his pants off too and I do the same, leaving the both of us completely nude in minutes. It might seem fast to some, for me it just makes sense.

“Am I dreaming Heath? Can you wake me if I am?”

“Not dreaming,” I say as I grab onto my cock and hold it tightly. I fear if I let go, I may come from just the feel of him, the thought of what he’s going to do to me.

What I will let him do to me.

He pushes up, using my thighs for leverage and straddles my lap. His arms snake around my neck as he kisses me once more and then his hands are sweeping down my back.

“I want to blow you again,” he gasps. “I need your cock in my mouth. I want to swallow you whole.”

Jesus. Has anyone ever needed me that bad before? I know without having to think too hard that the answer is no. Lana never felt this way about me. I’ve never inspired such desperation. In anyone.

“Yes.”

I wish that word came out with more authority, more self assuredness, but it doesn’t. It’s a squeak, a plea.

I need him to get me off. I’m needy.

I need him.

Leo kisses me roughly once more before pushing me backwards and scrambling back between my legs. He sinks to his knees, and has my cock in his mouth before I can even take another breath.

I wheeze through the first pull, his wet tongue a delicious reprieve from the lust that’s been building inside of me. I’ve been dormant for so long and he’s here…he’s here making me come alive.

“Fuck, Leo. It’s so good,” I gasp as he hums his way up and down my cock. I’ve had my fair share of head, but the deed has always seemed more of an obligation than a work of passion. And right now, the way Leo is hoovering my hard dick—it’s definitely something he’s passionate about.

It’s almost like he’ll die without it.

He moans around my length, his hands playing with my balls and making me squirm with the need to let go already. It usually takes me a while to find my release. It’s something Lana used to complain endlessly about, but with him it’s like I have zero control.

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