Page 97 of The Mayor and the Mystery Man

“Fuck!” Pins and needles swarmed my body. My cock dribbled pre-come into the mayor’s mouth.

“You like that?” Leo asked with bewildered curiosity thrown into his usual dark voice.

“I do. I really really, really fucking do. Yes, I—”

Another twist. Another number in the combination that could unlock me. My fingers dug into the chair arms nearly scratching out the fabric. I wanted to moan for the entire fucking town to hear.

“Do you want to keep this in, or do you want my dick?” he asked, having way too much fun at the exquisite torture he was giving me.

“Dick. Fuck. Dick.” I was speaking in tongues; my brain scrambled with new pleasure centers being unearthed. My dick was rock hard and leaking like the world’s worst faucet.

“Get on the desk.” Leo stood up and, after carefully removing his laptop and lamp, swept his forearm across the desk. Knickknacks and folders and pens and papers careened to the floor. Hunger burned in his eyes. His usually slicked back hair had become loose, strands falling in his eyes.

He was beautiful—a beautiful sex god of a best friend.

I lay down on the desk and threw my legs in the air like a man who knew what he wanted.

A guttural groan escaped my gritted teeth as his fingers made contact with the plug and pulled, ever so slowly, dragging out the heat and bliss until I was empty, a cavernous hole desperate to be filled all over again. I was shaking, absolutely wild with need. This was multi-hour foreplay. My rocks very badly needed to get off.

Leo’s thumb circled my stretched hole.

“You are all ready for me,” he said. “Unless you’ve had enough.”

“You can fuck right the hell off with that.”

“Language. We’re going to have to get you better media training.”

I flipped him the bird. He flipped it back to me, then took that bird and slid it into my ass.

I cried out as he fingerfucked me fast, my lungs not filling fast enough with air.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” Tenderness splashed across his face, warming his eyes and slightly tugging at his lips. Years of trust had bonded us.

When he finally entered me properly, with his dick like a gentleman, we entered a new plane. We felt in sync in a way I’d never felt with another person. Our connection crossed worlds and time. He humped me in soft, steady moves at first, making sure I was comfortable, checking with me as he went a little bit faster, then a little bit faster. His eyes never left mine. The wood desk was cold against my back. I gleamed at Leo between my legs, his swimmers build chest glistening with sweat.

My cock remained hard as ever, pre-come pooling on my stomach. Leo put a knee on the desk, giving him leverage to lean right on top of me, chest to chest, nose to nose, lips finding each other between sweaty, husky breaths. He plunged deeper inside my opening, building up the fire at the precipice of exploding. My balls tightened with the pull of orgasm.

“I love you,” he whispered through tight breaths.

I wanted to say it back, but my mouth couldn’t function. The orgasm ripped through every cell, making me sensitive and numb at the same time. Leo’s furry abs rubbing against my cock was enough to push me over the edge, seed spilling onto both of our pecs.

“Come inside me,” I said, borderline begging.

The idea seemed to turn him on, his black pupils widening into hockey pucks. Above me, my powerful, confident lover shook and thrust wildly; the sound of his hips making contact with my ass echoed. A high-pitched, almost childlike groan cracked out of him as he filled my hole with hot warmth.

“Holy shit.” He heaved in air and kissed down my neck.

We lay down on the floor, on top of a fleece blanket he’d been given as a gift once. My back ached with repercussions of not having sex on a supportive mattress, but it would heal. The pleasure was worth the pain.

“So we’re doing this, huh?” I asked, the darkness and quiet outside a stark contrast to the nonstop noise of Venice Beach.

“Guess so.”

“Boyfriends.” It had a nice ring to it. After years of horrible relationships, I was in the strong arms of someone not afraid to love me back. “Will I be the First Gentleman of Sourwood?”

“I hadn’t given it much thought.” Leo tried to smooth his hair back, but I stopped him. I wanted my floppy-haired Leo.

“First Gentleman sounds too formal.”

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