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)
Zolt smirked. “This rule doesn’t apply in my house. You can touch me all you want,” he said, and took hold of Leo’s wrist. It was hot, as if the fire burning deep inside Leo couldn’t find an outlet and only grew hotter. “What do you want to touch first?”
Leo grinned like a kid in a candy store. “Here.” He put his hand over Zolt’s stomach and slowly massaged the skin covered in short dark hair. But his other hand already went for Zolt’s pec and squeezed it. “Do you have any body fat on you?” The scent of Zolt’s shower gel clung to Leo too now, as if Zolt had already marked him for the day.
“I do, but it’s a controlled amount,” he teased, trying to focus on the lines of Leo’s face while the warm fingers rolled over his stomach muscles. “But I like that you know what you want.”
Leo laughed, and as the pink flush on his face darkened, Zolt wanted to lick it off, even if its heat were to sear his tongue. “Hardly. I don’t know what I’m doing. With a woman, I know what I like, but all of this is new. I’m not chicken, though. At the end of the day it’s still just… two bodies, right?” He looked into Zolt’s eyes, desperate for confirmation as he slid his hand to Zolt’s side and stroked him from ribs to hip.
“That’s right. We can stay in bed all day, if that’s what you want, and I can show you everything I know,” Zolt proposed, watching Leo’s eyes, greedy to see them overcome with arousal. He rested his hand on the angular jaw that fit so well in his palm and swiped his thumb across the stubbly chin, only to rest it across the wonderfully smooth lips that were so greedy for his dick last night.
Leo was definitely masculine, on the rugged side with his muscular form and ink, but Zolt still considered his enthusiasm and innocence when it came to men adorable. His hands never stopped wandering, and now explored Zolt’s back, venturing lower and lower to rest right above Zolt’s ass.
Leo was one of those rare guys who didn’t seem at all regretful over experimenting with a man, and Zolt loved to see him so eager. It meant there would be no unnecessary drama, just a period of intense exploration followed by the occasional hook-up once Leo had satisfied his starved appetites and returned to a life where he chased women, the true object of his desire.
Leo groaned and pushed his forehead against Zolt’s shoulder, as if this situation was perfectly natural for him. “Nooo! I don’t want to learn about gold carats and accounting.”
He was playful too. A rare treat.
“What do you want to learn about?” Zolt asked and pushed the tip of his thumb into Leo’s mouth, his cock stirring when that soft, agile tongue touched his flesh.
“I wanna learn about your taste,” Leo whispered and delved right in to lick Zolt’s neck before burying his face in the dense facial hair, as if he’d shed all his inhibitions within a single night. “It’s so strange. The beard. I mean, not in general, just that I'm touching it this way.” But he didn’t wait for an answer and kissed Zolt’s neck again.
The gentle touch was so unexpected Zolt’s eyes closed, and his toes curled into the sheets as languid heat flashed all the way to his balls. Gentle adoration—he wasn’t used to, but he was too much of a pleasure seeker to deny himself something that felt this good. He stretched, rewarding Leo with a lazy swirl of fingers across his muscular back, and focused on the way Leo explored him for the first time.
Explored a man’s body for the first time. With him.
It was so damn hot.
“How did you like my taste last night?”
Leo inched closer, crawling over Zolt until they settled into a full body hug where his half-hard dick pressed against Zolt’s stomach, and their legs entwined. It was an intimate position, and the fact that Leo was already so comfortable with closeness that wasn’t strictly about getting off made Zolt worry whether this forced cohabitation wouldn’t end up plunging him into some emotional danger zone.
“You’ve got such a nice dick,” Leo whispered and rubbed it with his thigh, as if he wanted to drive his point home with pleasure. “It’s the kind of dick you see in porn. I never got to compliment a guy on his cock.” Leo snorted and rocked his hips against Zolt’s.
No. Leo was clearly only about that rebound experience. After getting burned by the woman he’d decided to spend his life with, however silly that was, he needed some no-strings fun, and a man like Zolt could guarantee him just that. Because unlike most women, he wouldn’t get needy or attached because the two of them fucked. Perfect setup for them both, with an excuse for living together as part of the package.