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)
“Out of the store,” Zolt said with a voice low as the buzz of a hornet.
Leo only moved when glass crunched under Zolt’s feet. He could barely swallow, but nodded, stuck somewhere between fright and excitement. He led the way to Zolt’s apartment with the acute sense of being watched. Was Zolt already fantasizing about what he would do with Leo? He probably was.
“Stay here,” Zolt said as soon as they entered the kitchen/living room space, which had mercifully been saved from destruction. His hand passed over Leo’s back as he continued to his bedroom, leaving Leo with more questions than he cared to voice. Did Zolt want to prepare something before inviting him in?
Leo exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair, still on edge after his brothers’ visit. He worried about Jeff. He worried what would happen if the Jackals came over one day. He hated the way his own family had treated Zolt, even if Zolt wasn’t an innocent either, but there was only so much he could have done without admitting the nature of his relationship.
“I’ll help you clean up later,” Leo offered, unsure if he wasn’t wrecking the mood. Then again, what mood was there? One of anxiety.
Zolt stormed back in, his bright eyes burning in a way that had Leo backing into the table, but the intensity of that gaze kept him silent, kept him waiting until Zolt tossed the lube and condom on the table top and cupped Leo’s neck, claiming his mouth in a bruising kiss that tasted of blood and fire.
Leo loved when Zolt did that. When he splayed his thick fingers over Leo’s vulnerable throat, as if to signify he could do anything to him. Leo whimpered into Zolt’s lips, melting into the heat of that tongue gliding against his palate.
He didn’t know what it meant that he wanted to be under this massive man, but he just did. He wasn’t gay, he realized that much, but the thought of the thick tool in Zolt’s pants had Leo hot and cold all over.
He hadn’t even realized he’d backed out until his ass hit the table behind him.
Zolt grabbed his hand and pulled it to his zipper, but Leo was so intoxicated with the hard, penetrating kiss it took him several moments to realize what was required of him. Zolt’s tongue stroked his in a fast yet skillful rhythm that made him shake, one hand clutching at the firm shoulder, the other—finding its way inside Zolt’s pants.
He would have complemented Zolt on how hard he was already, but it was impossible with the kiss sealing his lips. So instead, Leo showed his appreciation by stroking the thick length while trying not to think too much about it driving inside him soon. He was so curious of how it would feel to be fucked this way. And like with their other endeavors, no one needed to know.
Zolt would be the handsome pirate to break down Leo’s defences and take what he wanted. Somehow, just knowing that Leo was the prize here, that he was what Zolt craved more than anything, had his heart beating faster than a boxer in berserk mode.
Zolt nipped on Leo’s mouth, drawing back so their eyes could meet. His blue gaze had Leo pinned like a bug on display for his pleasure. “Are you ready?” Zolt asked but spun Leo around without waiting for his answer.
The table screeched against the floor when Leo pushed it forward, but once he faced away from Zolt and felt the steaming hot body spoon him from behind, he couldn’t find his voice at all.
He wasn’t ready.
But could he ever be ready for this?
He itched to ask why they weren’t in the bedroom, but didn’t want to be fussy. If this was what turned Zolt on, then why not?
Every breath Leo took was like swallowing molten lava. All he could think of, was that Zolt said he’d ‘fuck him raw’. Leo would soon find out how literally Zolt had meant that.
All he knew was that he did crave to be closer with Zolt in any way imaginable. This man knew what he wanted, he was confident in his sexuality and body, and few things fazed him. Zolt never seemed tormented by the kind of issues Leo couldn't stop thinking about. With his big body and stunning Harley, he would have fit right in with the Smokeys, if he only wished to join.
Teeth sank into the crook of his shoulder and neck. It hurt but also sent electric jolts all over Leo’s body, hardening his cock and making his toes curl. The beard was soft and pleasant to the touch everywhere around the aching piece of flesh Zolt slowly chewed, but Leo’s senses went into overdrive when the thick, calloused hands that always felt so good on his skin opened his belt and pushed down his jeans, with no ceremony.