Page 66 of The Mayor and the Mystery Man

“Fuck me, Leo. Please fuck me.” I cried out in pleasure as his finger entered me. I know it was a finger and not his dick. I’d had his dick in my mouth. I knew how thick it was, how it would stretch me.

“Baby, what do you want?”

“In laymen’s terms: I want you to rail me.” The only poll I cared about was the one he was going to impale me with.

He laughed again—more hot breath on my sensitive skin. I breathed out a yes when I heard the condom wrapper crinkle open. His fingers didn’t leave my ass as he prepared himself. My pre-come slid down my stomach and chest, pooling at my nipple. Leo sucked on my balls, then dragged his tongue up my length and hoovered up the pre-come from my engorged head as I lost control, my body splitting apart with pins and needles. My balls ached with the drive to shoot my load.

“You’re not coming yet,” he growled at me, moonlighting as a psychic amid all his sex-goddery. “I want to feel your ass clench around me as you come. That’s going to be so damn hot.” His voice had a thick rasp to it, heavy with lust.

“Want that, too.” I could barely speak, and his dick hadn’t even been inside me yet. I was going to see stars and blackout the second he entered me, wasn’t I?

His tongue followed the trail of my pre-come down my torso, licking it clean and swirling around my nipples.

“If you don’t want me to come, then you need to fuck me right now. Like, don’t even give me some smoking hot retort. We don’t have time for that.” I was a minefield. One step and I would explode.

Leo shoved inside me, stretching me like I’d dreamed, filling my ass with his hardness. I winced in pain—well, more shock than pain.

“Are you okay, Baby?”

Before I could object, the pain began to subside. It was overtaken by my aching desire to have him inside me.

His fingers dug into the backs of my legs as he slid into me slowly, locking eyes to ensure I was all right. Soon, pleasure took over.

“You’re a natural.”

He gazed down at me, and I laughed. I realized that I was having fun. Sex had always been awkward or boring or tense with past lovers. But on top of the blinding lust that possessed my core, I was enjoying myself, enjoying being with him. I realized I never laughed during sex with other people. But with Leo, we could go from dirty talk to banter like it was easy, another extension of our friendship.

“Oh, fuck. Baby you are so tight. You feel so good.” He grunted as he humped me, pushing me closer and closer to an already dangerously close climax. He leaned down, our bodies hovering, our eyes locked, his hairy, sweaty chest slick against me.

“Give it to me, Leo. Put your lightsaber in my infinity and beyond.”

Leo cracked up, full-on guffawing while still fucking me senseless. The next time a concerned voter claimed he couldn’t multitask, I would point to this as a prime example.

“You’ve ruined my kids’ childhoods.”

“I do what I can.” I moaned into his shoulder. The orgasm gushed through me.

Leo thrust into me in short, jagged moves. He strained to prolong this as much as he could. We were both on the edge. Neither of us could speak. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him close. He jammed my legs closer against my chest and nailed my opening with greater force, forcing the come to shoot out of me and coat our chests in the most spectacular seconds of my life.

Leo shivered and shook above me, his face contorting in pleasure as he emptied himself into the condom.

“If this was what sex could be like, then I’ll never wear pants again.” I heaved out a breath as he rolled off me and used his boxers to wipe us off.

“Damn, Dusty. If you keep talking like that, then we’re going to have round two sooner than we think.”

“There’s going to be a round two?” I asked.

“You bet your fucking ass.”

18

DUSTY

Iwoke up the next morning to a strange sight: sunlight. It was the first time in two weeks when I wasn’t up before the sun. The light was blinding, and it made me wonder if Leo and I had sex with open curtains. I supposed that wouldn’t completely surprise me if Leo was an exhibitionist. It seemed there were still things we didn’t know about each other. Like I preferred to be the little spoon.

My body ached with an exquisite soreness. My legs were tight from regular running and needed a stretch. But now I could add another body part—a sore butt. And it felt great.

A sore butt given to me by Leo, my best friend, the guy who’d been by my side for most of forever.

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