Page 63 of The Mayor and the Mystery Man

Heat and bitter pre-come hit my tongue in a thrilling elixir. My fingers fluttered through the hair on his upper thighs and bush. I was a more eager student than I realized, daring myself to take him completely in my mouth.

“Damn.” Leo moaned. “Not bad for a straight guy.”

“How many straight guys have you been with?”

“No comment.” He pulled his cock from my mouth and moved it along my bottom lip before sliding it back inside. Like he was on that stage, Leo had me in the palm of his hand. “But you’re one of the best.”

“Oneof the best?” I stroked and dragged my tongue down his length. “I think we can change that.”

“Man, you’re as competitive as me, you know that?”

“You’re just figuring that out?” I took a ball into my mouth. I tried to do all the things I enjoyed during fellatio, this time as a giver. My body was on fire with these new sensations. “By the end of tonight, I will be the best straight guy you’ve been with.”

Though I didn’t know if the straight moniker would make it to the morning. I had to at least be bisexual at this point. The labels could be sorted out tomorrow.

I took him down to his base, his thick rod stretching my lips. Leo groaned out my name and pulled me by the hair to keep me in place for a few seconds until I gagged. I loved this rough side to him.

A slight chuckle brushed past his lips.

“What?” I asked, slightly offended.

His chuckle turned into a full-fledged laugh. “I can’t believe I’m doing this with you.”

“That makes two of us,” I said between stroking and sucking.

“I’ve wanted this…” He seemed to stop himself just when I wanted to hear more. “I’ve only done the one-night stand thing with guys. I didn’t know what it could feel like to be with someone who knows me and who I feel so comfortable around.”

“Word of advice: maybe don’t talk about other guys while this one has your dick in his mouth.”

“Good point.” Leo gently pushed me back and stepped out of his pants. “Stand up.”

He pressed me against the front door and planted wild kisses on me, our tongues sword fighting in the hot caverns of our mouths.

Leo lifted my hands, and I held onto the top of the doorframe as he greedily canvassed my body, scanning the surface, thinking of what to take. His hard cock brushed against my jeans.

“You are so hot,” he said. His fingers found my fly. He unzipped and reached inside to stroke my achingly hard cock.

A guttural moan ripped out of me. His hand didn’t mess around. It stroked with a laser-focused determination, testing the limits of my boxers.

I was not one built for patience. I unbuttoned my jeans and dropped trou, exposing my rock-hard dick for him to have.

“I wanted to make things easier for you,” I said.

“For me?” He let out a sexily sinister laugh. “Sure.”

Leo jerked me in torturously steady strokes, his thumb rubbing the pre-come around my head.

“Suck me,” I gasped out.

“Is that your pick-up line for women?”

My body was too busy being set on fire for me to be eloquent. Leo got the hint and lowered to the floor, his hot mouth taking my cock. I groaned with need, instantly ranking this the best blow job of my life. My dick disappeared into his mouth, and it was an extra turn-on to watch Mr. Always-in-Charge be the one taking it. I pushed back the orgasm swelling within me.

My legs wobbled, unable to keep functioning under all this intensity. Leo stood up slowly, bringing up my underwear and pants with him.

“Baby, I want to take you upstairs.” His lips traveled down my neck, leaving a fiery trail in their wake.

“Then what the fuck are we doing down here?”

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