Page 78 of The Mayor and the Mystery Man

We jogged through the path in the woods, surrounded by leaves of all different colors, a cornucopia of fall enveloping us. Running was supposed to clear one’s mind; mine only felt more confused. Our one perfect storm of sex didn’t feel like enough.

I stopped at our usual spot overlooking the town and the river, the most beautiful spot.

Leo slowed behind me.

“I needed to take a breath. You can keep going if you don’t want to stop.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he bore into me with his coal dark eyes, his pupils the size of saucers. My heart sped up in my chest, not from running, but because I felt it in the air, the crackle of electricity between us.

I stared right back at him.You can keep going if you don’t want to stop.

Leo pushed me against a tree. Our lips smashed together, tongues finding each other. His body pressed me into the bark, and this time, I felt a surefire erection in his bulge.

“You drive me fucking wild; you know that?” he growled into my mouth. “Do you know how painful it is running with a hard dick?”

“Yeah. I do.” I palmed his crotch, stroking his length through his shorts.

“Fuck. Baby, you feel so fucking good.” He rocked his hips to my hand.

Baby. I missed being called baby.

I pulled his rock-hard cock from his shorts. It was hot in my hands. I smeared the drops of precum around his crown and watched Mr. Always-in-Control struggle to maintain that title. His eyes seemed to dare me to keep going. Fortunately, we both knew there weren’t other joggers on this route this early in the morning.

I squatted down, feeling the burn in my quads. I took him into my mouth.

“Dusty.” Leo moaned and laughed to himself.

He was having a ball. I was having two, tracing them with my tongue, letting the sweat hit my tongue.

The peaceful sounds of nature were interrupted by our moaning and slurping. Leo threaded his fingers through my hair and guided me from his balls to his shaft. He pumped inside me, precum hitting the back of my throat.

“Will we get to do this at the 5k, too?” I asked teasingly, rolling his cock across my bottom lip like I was applying chapstick.

“I don’t know what would be worse—getting caught by zombies or the press.”

“Both would eat us alive.”

“Speaking of eating, put this cock back in your mouth.” Leo gripped his thick erection with one hand and dragged down my lip with the other. He shoved himself back inside me and grunted as I took him to the base.

My head bobbed up and down on his cock. I felt him tightening, his body shaking with need. I rubbed myself through my shorts, lust pooling in my belly. Friend, fake, fuckbuddy. I didn’t know anymore, and I didn’t care. I wanted him so badly I could barely breathe.

“Get up,” he ordered. His breath came out in hungry clouds. “I don’t have any lube, but I want to fuck you. Maybe we can go back to the house—”

I put my hand over his mouth. If we went back to the house, the moment would be over. “No. I am not leaving this spot until I feel you inside me.”

Heat blazed in his eyes. “I want to push you up against this tree and fuck you senseless.”

And I wanted that on a fucking Hallmark card. As if I couldn’t get any hornier. He was so direct, his voice commanding and confident.

“We can use spit,” I said. “Will that work?”

“It’s not ideal, but it’ll get the job done.”

I was in for some pain, but I would take that pain over the serious case of blue balls I’d been carrying this week.

“I don’t have a condom either,” he said. “Is there a West Hollywood parade nearby?”

I laughed into his chest. I loved that we could joke while being crazed with lust.

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