Page 73 of Loving Leo

The flirt. He’s potent. My body and heart can’t keep up. We can’t compete.

We’re doomed.

Especially when he leans forward and captures my lips once more, the two of us in a heavy make out session in minutes. With a twist of my body, I straddle his hips and work his shirt off, taking in his chiselled chest, running my fingers across the hair between his pecs.

“I do have neighbors, you know.”

“There are plants blocking the view. If they want to look, let them.”

He chuckles and then pulls my shirt off, his fingers dragging down my chest to my stomach.

“Excuse the food baby,” I say when his fingertip swirls around my bellybutton.

“I like it.”

I scoff but then his hands slide around my sides to my ass, pulling me even closer.

“I like you, Leo.”

“I happen to like you as well. We’ve already established this, but I think it’s nice to reiterate it.”

His fingers slide down my borrowed athletic shorts, cupping my bare ass as I’m sans underwear and I bite back a low groan.

“Should we record this,” Heath asks and I blink my eyes open.

“I didn’t even think of that.”

It’s the furthest thing from my mind tonight.

“We can.”

I stare down at him and then shake my head. “Maybe later. I like this, right now. Just us two.”

“Okay.”

“But thank you for thinking of it.”

“Always,” he says as he captures my lips again. “Really like kissing you.”

“Same,” I breathe as he works my shorts down, my cock popping out, his hand wrapping around it.

That drives me crazy and I arch up into his fist, breathing heavily as the sensation of him anywhere near my dick makes me wild. And even still, I have the foresight to pull his dick out, scooting forward and slotting our cocks together, both of our hands moving up and down our lengths.

“Yes,” he groans and I swallow roughly as I take in the sight.

This is too fucking hot. Why is everything so good with him?

He twists his wrist as his other hand moves up into my hair and pulls my lips against his. I moan loudly, most assuredly calling attention to what we’re doing on this balcony, but I don’t care. All I care about is the feeling of our bodies against each other, the two of us bringing each other pleasure.

“I’m so close,” he says when our lips part. They’re spit slick from my mouth and I nearly come from the sight alone.

“Me too. Think we can come together?”

He stares down at our conjoined cocks and he nods. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

When his eyes meet mine once more, our mouths collide and a minute later, I’m cresting, falling over the edge, my cock spurting onto his and he follows me over with a low shout, his dick exploding so violently that some of it hits my bare chest.

I gasp at the sight of his cum dripping down my torso and I can’t help but touch it with my free hand, my other still wrapped around our cocks.

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