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)
“I just… you know, I’m not ready to do it again,” Leo whispered.
“We’ll do something else. I’ll take care of everything,” Zolt said, blinking away the water falling into his face.
The way Leo sucked his bottom lip in hesitation told Zolt all he needed to know. Leo would agree to experimentation, because he was curious, horny, and trusting. Zolt sensed the thigh muscles that had tensed under his touch relax even before Leo nodded.
A smirk pulled at Zolt’s mouth as he touched the dip of Leo’s opening, slowly rubbing his fingertip over the circle of wrinkled skin he knew to be so sensitive. Water splashed around the digit and drizzled down his wrist, but it was a slow start, and he licked his way up Leo’s dick again, their eyes so intensely locked it might hurt if one of them looked away.
“I won’t push it in. Just feel it.”
The reassurance was what Leo needed to hear, because his body lost tension right away. “I like to be touched everywhere by you.”
The words felt like an embrace, their warm touch spreading down Zolt’s back until he sucked the cock back in, desperate to gorge himself on Leo. His thoughts floated, messy and coated with the syrup of Leo’s attention. He kept stirring his finger back and forth in the same rhythm he bobbed his head over Leo’s hard cock, but when the hole twitched against his touch, the chaos in his head suddenly streamlined into a single thought.
“Turn around,” he said, choking on air as he squeezed Leo’s hips.
Water drummed against the tattoo on Leo’s back when he followed the request without question, trusting Zolt’s word. Leo’s thighs were a pleasure to slide his face against, but Zolt’s goal was right above. Firm, with a rounded underside right where the legs met buttocks. There was a softness to Leo's ass, that bit of give when squeezed, and Zolt loved how it felt to the touch.
He wasn’t often speechless, but faced with the magnificence of water cascading off the cliffs of Leo’s shoulders, down the slopes of muscles, he didn’t know what to say at first, and shifted to bury his face in the small of Leo’s back.
“You are my favorite Heller. And not just because you’re on my side.”
Leo snorted, steading himself against the wall and making the arch of his buttocks more pronounced. “Wow. And you’ve only just realized that looking at my ass? You’re un-fucking-believable.”
Zolt took a deep breath, smiling when the air moving against Leo’s naked skin made him shiver. He glanced at the smooth transition between Leo’s back and ass, and squeezed one of the buttocks before giving it a little lap. “It’s a pretty amazing ass. Felt good too.” He grinned at the goosebumps appearing on Leo’s skin.
“Tell me,” Leo said, peeking over his shoulder. The flicker of curiosity burning in his gaze prompted Zolt to squeeze both buttocks only to press them together and tease the crack with the very tip of his tongue. “It held on to me as if you didn’t want me to ever stop fucking you. I wish I could drain my balls inside you and know my spunk is heating you up from the inside.”
Leo gasped, and Zolt wasn’t sure if it was on purpose, but those strong thighs parted a bit more in front of him. “Was I… hmm… did I measure up? I mean, it was the first time I—”
Zolt snorted. “I’m afraid it’s other people who’d have to measure up to you. You can just be your hot, delicious self,” he said, punctuating the three final words with licks, which dove into the warmth between damp buttocks, ever closer to Zolt’s goal. He’d make up for any pain he’d caused Leo.
He grinned when Leo got to his toes, hands sliding over the tiles.
“Oh. God. Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”
Zolt had no doubt he’d be the first to rim Leo too, and he bit into the hairy cheek to stifle a chuckle that might have spoiled the mood. “What do you think I’m doing?” he teased, his entire body ready to hear Leo say filth.
“Will you r-rim me?” Leo whispered as if he were too shy to say it louder.
Zolt shivered, pulling apart Leo’s buttocks and staring at the darker skin around his hole with a huff. “I’m going to French-kiss your ass, so hope you’re up for that,” he said, insistent on keeping up the eye contact, but Leo hid his face in the crook of his elbow.
“Yes. I’m so fucking hard right now.”
This would not do. “Look at me. I want you to see me as I lick your ass, and as I push my tongue into you, and I want you to hear me groan at how delicious you are,” Zolt said, watching Leo react to every word that came out of his mouth.