Page 85 of What We Broke

“What are you doing?” Leo asks.

“I want to be well prepared for whatever you have planned for me.”

He tilts his head up to the sky, very much exasperated by my antics.

“So you’re getting naked in the living room now?” he asks.

“Well, I just dropped Raine off, so I don’t think she’s making an appearance here any time soon.” I push my boxers down my legs and enjoy the way Leo’s eyes eat up every morsel of my exposed skin.

His gaze stalls at my cock, and I give it a little tug for good measure.

“Fuck me,” he mutters under his breath.

I wink at him. “Gladly.”

A timer goes off in the kitchen and Leo just looks at me and laughs. “This risotto is going to taste like clumps of glue and it’s going to be all your fault.”

“A for effort, though, right?”

He laughs. “Fuck you.” He gestures to my naked body. “Don’t fucking move. I’ll be right back.”

“Preferably with all your clothes off,” I call out.

We used to do this all the time. Laugh and joke and antagonize one another during sex. Strangely, it was my favorite foreplay, the way we could go from fun to fucking in one single breath.

When Leo returns, he’s naked, and now it’s my turn to devour him with just one look. He’s got a blanket and pillow in one hand and a tub of lube in the other.

“It’s safe to say I don’t think we’re going to make it to the bedroom.”

Stepping forward, I take the blanket and pillow out of his hands and spread them out across the carpet. He hands me the lube and I just toss it onto the blanket.

“I missed this,” Leo says, reading my mind. “Just enjoying and existing in the moment instead of drowning in it.”

I hold my hand out to him, and when he takes it, I tug him to me. We’re standing chest to chest, completely naked, and for the first time in a very long time, with not a single care in the world.

“Sometimes I feel like there aren’t enough letters in the alphabet to string the right words together to tell you how much I love you.” He’s not a man of many words, my Leo, but when he does make big declarations, he completely sweeps me off my feet.

“I love you, Jesse.”

He coaxes us both to the floor as he slants his mouth over mine, repeating those treasured three words over and over with every move of his lips.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” he whispers. “Make up for all the days I should’ve told you and I didn’t.”

“Leo.” I try to protest, but he just guides my body back till I’m lying down, his mouth never leaving mine.

“Close your eyes, baby,” he instructs. “Let me take care of you.”

I allow myself to indulge in the sound of his voice and the way his lips move from my mouth to my body. He drops kisses down my neck, across my collarbone. He plays with my nipples. Tongue, fingers, and teeth.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers down my sternum, past my happy trail. He buries his face in my groin and my cock throbs at his proximity.

“Can I suck you off, baby?”

This was my favorite thing about when Leo took the reins. He still asked for permission as he took everything he wanted from my body.

I put my hand on the back of his head, guiding him to where we both want him to be. I feel his hot breath on my crown, followed by the tip of his tongue in my slit.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan.

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