Page 63 of Sass

“We could.” He buried his teeth into my neck and nipped a line down the slope of my shoulder. “You first.”

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that.” I ripped his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, cupped his face, and kissed him hard.

“Just so you know.” He found my aching cock and rubbed his hand over it as he kissed around my throat. “That doesn’t qualify as stopping.”

I pulled back and looked him in the eye. “Oops.” I batted my lashes and he laughed. “Enough talking, Mister Tattoo Man. Let’s get this show on the road.”

And like a switch flicked on, Leon was all over me. Hands cupping my arse, cock grinding hard into my hip, lips and teeth on my ears, my jaw, my throat, growls of need, hands yanking up my shirt, fire on my skin, lips brushing my nipples.

“You get me so hot,” he grumbled against my throat as his hand dipped down the back of my trousers, one finger making it into my crease.

“Shhh. Keep it dow—oh fuck. Son of a bitch.” I arched into him, my back slamming into the wall. “Get these fucking things off me.”

He fumbled with my button and fly until I had my trousers and briefs around my ankles. I stepped free and immediately stayed his attempt to loosen his own.

“No. There’s no time to prep me and you’re too big to just wing it.” I laughed a little maniacally. “And I want you just like this.” I undid only the buttons of his fly. “Half-dressed. So fucking hot.” I tugged his khakis down only enough to expose his briefs straining over that proud cock. I gave it a friendly pat. “Sorry, baby. But I can’t have you checking in when your room isn’t ready.” I looked up to find Leon shaking his head with amusement. I went up on my toes and pressed a kiss to his lips before sliding my hands around his neck. “Lift me up.”

He did as I asked, and I wrapped my legs around his waist until I felt his cock nudging my taint. “Fuck yeah.” He pushed me back against the wall, got me better positioned, and started a slow piston of his hips. The head of his covered cock ground right behind my balls, a delicious rhythm that stretched my hole and fired that internal button time and time again, sending white-hot bolts of pleasure up my spine.

“More,” I demanded, pressing down on him.

He groaned right next to my ear, “Do you need to—”

“No... fuck.” I slammed my head back against the wall as his dick caught on the underside of my balls. “No, I can go like this,” I assured him, surprised that it was true. I was so close. “Just shhh. We’re making too much noi—oh shit!” I whisper-shouted. “Right there. Just like that.” My back jack-knifed up the wall with each of his thrusts and all I could do was hang on for the ride, my face buried in his shoulder.

“Almost... there...” I gasped. “So... close... so—” I cried out as pleasure exploded in my body and I shot all over Leon’s bare abs, shuddering with every wave that arced through me. He held me through it, whispering encouragement, saying how hot I was, how he’d never seen anything so beautiful.

“Jesus, Leon.” I fell forward into his arms, my body still convulsing. “They should really name a constellation after that. I’m thinking The Mortar and Pestle.”

He laughed and eased me down until my feet hit the floor.

“Well, looky here.” I wrapped my hand around his cock to give it a firm tug. “Someone needs a helping hand and I know just the man for the job.” Our height differential didn’t make for an easy standing blow job, so I walked Leon back until his legs hit the chair and he sank down. “Much better.” I elbowed his knees apart and freed his beautiful cock from his briefs. Then I took a good look at the main event, my finger tracing a line from slick top to thick base.

“Damn, it gets me every time,” I marvelled. “Buckle up, sunshine.” I leaned forward and licked a stripe up his length, then swallowed him down as far as I could to meet my pumping hand.

He groaned and wrapped his hands around my head. “Jesus, that’s some mouth you’ve got.”

I hummed in agreement, because yes, it had been said before. And then I knuckled down and went to town while Leon moaned and growled and hissed somewhere above me. I loved giving head and I’d worked hard to be good at it. He wasn’t going to last long, and I wanted to remember every second of thisfinallast time between us.

When I was sure he was teetering on the edge, I eased back and gave him the reins, trusting him to be careful. He was, starting with gentle thrusts, feeling his way, tipping my head back so he could see my face, gauging my response, those grey eyes so soft on mine, so wrapped in pleasure, so full of something I couldn’t and wouldn’t acknowledge.

Tears streamed from my eyes as he filled my mouth and throat, but never too far, never too long, his thumb brushing my cheeks, his gaze full of wonder.

“So beautiful,” he said in a strained whisper, his arousal beginning to peak. “So perfect. Look at you, taking me like this. So fucking hot.” Then his eyelids fluttered closed and his cock swelled against my tongue, and he tensed and came on a little more than a soft grunt, flooding my mouth with his come, and it was... everything.

More than everything.

It was too much.

Too... tempting.

Drew’s words echoed in my brain. “Stop pretending you don’t care.”

I pulled off Leon’s cock and licked him clean, root to tip, carefully avoiding his gaze so he couldn’t see the glisten in my eyes. Finally done and put together, I tucked him back into his pants and looked up.

“Look at you.” He ran a finger through the damp smear of come on his abs and fed it to me, then repeated the action for himself. “So good.” He licked his lips and I almost fucking preened.

I cleaned the remainder once again with my tongue, taking my time as Leon watched in rapt interest. Then we dressed in silence, but as I surveyed the end result, I groaned. The previously crisp folds of my shirt were crushed to hell and a damp spot that looked suspiciously like jizz sat just right of the last buttonhole.Fuck.I shoved the shirt into my trousers and sighed, doubting the rest of me looked any better.

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