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)
“Mine. You’re mine,” Zolt repeated after him, his brain so heavy with endorphins he couldn’t see straight. Everything was a blur. Everything but Leo’s face and the wide-eyed look he was giving Zolt. He slid his forearm under Leo’s nape, their faces so close he could smell citrusy soda on Leo’s breath, and when he grabbed his dick and nudged Leo’s hole with the tip, they both groaned like lions about to mate.
Leo’s arms tightened around his neck, his heels dug into Zolt’s ass, bringing his hips closer, as if he couldn’t stand the wait anymore.
Zolt sank into Leo. Slowly, in a single push, until his groin touched Leo’s buttocks, and they locked into a knot of mind-bending pleasure. Being inside him like this, without any barriers or precautions, felt so raw and personal Zolt had to look away, hiding his face in the crook of Leo’s shoulder, his ear against the furiously drumming artery in Leo’s graceful neck.
It felt so damn good to be this wanted, this accepted, this desired. It was crystal-clear Leo didn’t just want to have a man come inside him. He wanted Zolt, not any hot and discreet guy.
Leo didn’t hold back the way so many of Zolt’s hook-ups did. He wasn’t thinking about his wife or telling Zolt that he wanted to fuck, but didn’t kiss. Leo was all in. Even if they had no future to speak of, right now, arching against him, pulling Zolt close as they fucked, Leo was all his.
Just like he would be later tonight in their bed as they lay in their routine position—Leo holding Zolt from behind and pressing kisses to his nape until they fell asleep. It was silly, romantic, yet thinking of it made Zolt fuck Leo faster to communicate things he couldn’t with words. He soaked up Leo’s moans, and didn’t care about the scratch marks Leo was undoubtedly leaving on his back.
“You feel so, so good,” he whispered, staring back at Leo as they rocked in a frantic rhythm, both racing to the finish line, both longing to come like this—watching one another, holding each other in the most perfect of moments.
Leo answered with a choked moan and leaned in, straining his neck until Zolt complied and pinned him down with a hard, penetrating kiss.
Pleasure stabbed into him over and over, and when Leo grunted, sucking on his tongue, Zolt’s entire body stiffened, his balls twitching as he came, shooting his cum into the heat of Leo’s ass.
Leo’s hole throbbed around Zolt’s cock, milking him dry as he imagined all that spunk drizzling into Leo. And Leo hadn’t just accepted it. Leo had asked for it, and now he kept kissing Zolt. If only time could stop, Zolt would have been content to exist like this and not worry about any future ever again.
Leo pulled away to speak, still gasping for air. “Mike told me to watch myself around you. I guess it’s too late for that.”
Zolt laughed, kissing Leo’s temple, his cheekbone, then his mouth again. He was drifting, light as a feather on the surface of Leo’s body but also so very heavy after his orgasm. “And now you’re my prey, baring your throat for me,” he said, hips still pressed hard against Leo’s ass but also aware his lover hadn’t come yet.
“Any day, Zolt.” Leo stroked Zolt’s hair, his chest working overtime, his cheeks flushed with arousal. He’d gotten adjusted to taking dick real quick, and it most likely had everything to do with just how much Leo had secretly wanted it all his life.
“How does it feel?” Zolt demanded, finding Leo’s cock between their bodies and squeezing it hard.
Leo stirred against him, stimulating Zolt’s spent cock. “Like we’re… melted together.” He grabbed Zolt’s arm harder when Zolt stroked Leo’s cock at a languid pace. “And oh-so-hot. Love being under you. Love your weight.”
Any other time, Zolt would have laughed at Leo, told him he was being cheesy, but the warmth buzzing in his veins made those words so fitting. So true. Leo would never forget this moment, or Zolt, even when they were thousands of miles apart. “You’re the one guy I actually don’t mind in my bed. So I can lie on top of you as much as you want,” he said, jerking Leo off hurriedly, eager to see his eyes roll back, his plump lips open to gasp for air.
And there it was. Leo came before he could have thought of an answer. His scorching body shivered against Zolt, and he only got to utter half a moan, because Zolt greedily silenced him with his lips, enjoying every second of Leo’s uncontrollable lust.
‘Mine’. ‘Yours’. They were just words, but in this moment, with his dick still buried in Leo, Leo’s hole filled with his spunk, Leo moaning into Zolt’s mouth as cum drizzled down Zolt’s fingers, he believed them to be true with every fibre of his being.