Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Leo sneaked past the door, glanced Zolt’s way, and disappeared from sight. Zolt could only hope his new ‘straight’ boy wasn’t having second thoughts about what they’d done yesterday. Then again, seducing him had been a pleasure in its own right.
For a complete first-timer, Leo had been adventurous and eager, and when Zolt thought back to the way those damp blue eyes looked at him as his dick sank into Leo’s hot mouth over and over, his cock was slowly waking up too. Last night, Leo had shed the inhibitions instilled in him since childhood to pleasure Zolt, and as Leo moved around in the living room, Zolt became hyper aware of every single step he took, of every single rustle of the blanket.
Would Leo come over for seconds, or was he so quiet because his head was full of regret?
When the door opened again, Leo dashed straight for the bathroom, mumbling “shower” as he pointed to the door. Zolt would’ve been lying if he claimed making an outlaw biker shy didn’t give him a thrill. He’d been the first man to slide his cock into Leo and that victory made him want to come down Leo's throat all over again.
The sound of water hitting the tiles made him think of droplets running down Leo’s back and following the curve of his ass. As he closed his eyes, the phantom version of him stood on the other side of that door, watching Leo’s naked form through the plexiglass divider that hadn’t gotten all fogged-up yet. He imagined stepping closer, close enough for Leo to notice. In the fantasy, Zolt’s handsome guest remained silent, his back turned away as the need to assert his sexual identity battled the desire to be touched by big, capable hands.
Zolt considered making that fantasy a reality, but Leo had turned off the water before he could have made up his mind. He hoped to instead get a glimpse of Leo’s toned buttocks once the man stepped out of the bathroom, but disappointingly, Leo showed up already wearing boxer shorts.
He glanced Zolt’s way, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but changed his mind in the end and walked past the bed. Before he could have left the room, taking away the beautiful back marked with the symbol of his club, Zolt tapped the mattress and stretched, making sure his muscles looked their best the very moment Leo glanced his way. He was now glad he made the effort to shower first thing in the morning.
Leo turned around as if he’d been waiting for this sign all along, eyes all attentive as he leaned against the doorframe in a nonchalant pose that was an outer shell to hide the soft insides.
“What’s up?” Leo asked with a little smile, but his eyes were already straying from Zolt’s face. Zolt could sense their caressing touch on his pecs so clearly it made him gasp. The air sizzled with sparks so intense they tickled his toes.
“Come here. I can see you want to.” It really did feel like enticing a cat. Zolt had always dreamed of owning a pet puma, even if an aquarium filled with fish was so much more reasonable.
Leo bit his lip, still hesitant, but once he’d made up his mind, he moved with purpose and dropped to the bed next to Zolt. Their eyes met for the briefest moment, and he crawled under the thin comforter as well, resting his head on the pillow.
“Is this weird? I don’t even know anymore.” He laughed, but met Zolt’s gaze head on. Bold.
Some guys found Zolt’s size intimidating, especially the office worker types. But while Leo was leaner, less experienced and a bit younger, he was the same man who’d cleaned blood off Zolt’s floor just a few weeks ago. No stranger to fights and tough despite the streak of emotional vulnerability, Leo was a rare catch in Zolt’s bed.
“Doesn’t feel weird to me,” Zolt said with a small smile. He rolled over to face Leo and touched his chest under the comforter. The tremble he sensed in response turned his blood into sugar syrup, but Leo didn’t recoil, didn’t come up with an excuse to leave, like many other men would have. He stayed put, intent to follow the same desire that yesterday had made him drink Zolt’s cum.
Zolt had seen Leo display the tell-tale signs of curiosity and attraction enough times to know he’d eventually crack and accept a blow job, but he hadn’t expected him to give one. Not so soon at least. It had been like finding out the ring he’d agreed to pawn for two hundred was worth two grand.
Leo stroked Zolt’s bicep, swallowing hard as his gaze got more intense. “I just… never got to touch a man this way. You know what I mean? It’s usually a pat on the back or a hug for your birthday. You don’t touch guys.”