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)
All Leo could do was mold himself to those hands and lips, be everything Zolt needed and wanted, and make his evening good again.
But as the kiss ended, Zolt pushed him down until Leo’s chest lay flat on the table, his ass exposed and so vulnerable he couldn’t help but breathe faster when Zolt picked up the lube.
This was happening. He’d be penetrated. Fucked by another guy. If anyone ever found out, Leo’s life would be over. But the doubts that were like explosives in his brain were disarmed the moment Zolt’s fingers pushed between his buttocks, covered with the cold, slick gel that made him go to his toes.
Zolt hissed, one hand back to holding Leo in place.
“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? It’s your secret, but you wanted me to ride you since we first kissed.”
Leo whimpered, flushed at the memory of Zolt rocking his erection against Leo as if he were already giving Leo a taste of fucking. He’d never even touched himself there, too intimidated by what doing it could have meant.
“I-I was curious,” Leo whispered, curling his toes when Zolt rubbed his slick fingertip over his anus. He had no idea how many nerve endings he had there, but it had to be millions, because the touch made him mewl and twist like a cat in heat.
“I bet you were,” Zolt said, making circles with his finger, taunting Leo with the way his body reacted to such delicate teasing. “You might be straight, but no woman can give you this. She can’t come inside you.”
Leo closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of the old wooden table. Like a jellyfish caught in a small glass tank, he was both tense and mushy at the same time. The hand splayed on his back held him in place while Zolt’s teasing fingers made him squirm. This had to be the sweetest torture to ever exist.
One thing Zolt was right about—no woman had ever treated Leo like this. None of his girlfriends ever took the reins, most weren’t even that eager to get on top, let alone put any pressure into the way they touched him. Leo’s sex life had always been about making his woman happy, and then getting pleasure from watching her come, from knowing he satisfied her.
With Zolt, he was the object of lust. Zolt wasn’t in the business of letting him do all the work and was eager to consume Leo bit by bit, as if he could never have enough of Leo's body.
He’d take Zolt’s cock and love it if that meant becoming Zolt’s ultimate desire.
The finger entering his ass felt like a stab when his muscles tightened in response, trying to keep the intruder out, but Zolt didn’t retreat, and as Leo struggled with the sting of penetration, the big palm trailed all the way to his nape.
“Breathe. My dick’s much bigger than that, Leo, and you’re gonna take it tonight,” Zolt told him in a steady voice that instantly deflected any protests Leo might have wanted to voice.
Leo took a deep inhale, only now realizing he’d forgotten to breathe. Zolt’s hold on his nape put him in place, keeping him right where Zolt wanted him. But the finger threw Leo off balance. Sure, Zolt had thick fingers, but that was just one digit, and it already felt like a tight fit. What if he wasn’t built to take cock? Was that a thing?
“J-just, be slow,” Leo said, all too aware of the vulnerable position he’d put himself in. Arousal was battling panic, and he wasn’t sure which one would win. Then again, he was no chicken. He wouldn’t back out of something he’d promised solely because it wasn’t as comfortable as he’d like.
He gasped when Zolt leaned closer, his clothed chest rubbing against Leo’s back. Zolt lips were hot, his beard soft, but his words—steady as a rock. “Squeeze around it. Go on, as tight as you can,” he said and pushed his finger in deeper, even if only by a fraction.
Leo let out a muffled groan but followed the order, at ease with being told what to do. His heart rattled like a broken engine, but the physical closeness soothed him somewhat.
“Like this?” he whispered, clenching his ass a few times, still in disbelief over what he was doing. The intrusion hurt, but once he did as he was told, the pressure of his muscles declined, eventually relaxing enough for the ache to subside.
“Yeah, just like this.” Zolt rubbed his face against Leo’s neck, breathing in his scent loudly enough it could have only been on purpose. “You straight men are always so tight the first time.”
As he said that, his knuckles hit Leo’s buttocks.
Leo whimpered, embarrassed by the sound he made. There was no taking it back though. Was he still even straight if he allowed this? If Zolt was the one man who made Leo feel this… overwhelmed, was that bisexuality yet? Or should he give up trying to understand himself and, as Rain advised, go with the flow?