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’ve had plenty of practice,” Zolt said, grinning through the sense of pride burning deep in his chest. The heat of the water was so similar to that of his body it created a pleasant sense of equilibrium, but the sweetness of Leo’s gaze kept Zolt on edge, kept him thinking what else he could do to make Leo’s knees soften. To keep him.
Zolt tickled the underside of Leo’s balls without hurrying and smiled when his lover’s long lashes fluttered in response. Teenage kisses couldn’t possibly overshadow what he offered. He was Leo’s first man. Everything they did was new for him, from the intimacy of touching one another on the sofa to that moment when he’d trusted Zolt with his body and let him into that tight, tight hole. It hadn’t been perfect, but Leo had wanted it nevertheless and had only been waiting for an excuse to give in to his forbidden needs.
Leo’s cock stiffened against Zolt’s beard, triggering memories of what they’d done earlier, but it was the here and now that made Zolt’s own dick throb with arousal. The water felt like warm hands roaming down his back and chest, pushing between his thighs and tickling his balls.
He leaned forward and sucked in the tip of Leo’s cock, which still had a soapy aftertaste left behind by the shower he’d taken after their fuck. But beyond it was the musk Zolt had gotten addicted to since they’d started living together.
Always greedy for a new toy, Zolt hooked up with a variety of men, and it had been a long time since he’d had a regular partner, one he’d been exclusive with for more than a couple of days at a time. He thought he’d be bored, but Leo’s relaxed, sweet personality suited him well, and he enjoyed the company, both in bed and out of it. Sucking him off, touching him, wasn’t only about lust, but also about spending time together. Having fun together. A blowjob during the commercial break. A lazy jerkoff to start the day. It just worked, and he wasn’t in a hurry to kick Leo out of his life.
The cock was heavy on his tongue, but as he hollowed his cheeks and met Leo’s eyes, which shone like twin lighthouses leading Zolt to his goal, the way Leo shivered in response made his head float, light with the greed to pleasure him.
He loved how Leo never tried to restrain the expressive nature of his face, the way he’d been honest about his past experiences, and even admitted to Zolt how the fuck had felt to him. A breath of fresh air among Zolt’s usual ‘straight’ boy hook-ups who always bottled their feelings up inside.
Leo was open. Genuine. Real sweet. So unlike Zolt it was a miracle they hadn’t killed one another yet.
With a deep groan that sent vibrations up to the root of Leo’s cock, Zolt squeezed the sac but let his middle finger move farther, rubbing the expanse of flesh separating the balls from the hole he’d fucked a few hours prior. No matter how hot it had been, he now regretted being so rough, because if he had taken his time preparing Leo, maybe he could be fucking him again tonight. Leo was sore, but his body couldn’t lie to Zolt. Now that he’d shed his inhibitions about bottoming, it would be a matter of time before they did it again.
Zolt would make it better for him then—make Leo not only like how the penetration felt but long for it—for Zolt’s cock inside him and his weight on top. Long to bend over naked and spread his legs for him. Not in the submissive way Anders enjoyed in his partners, but in the raw form of a man begging for a dick.
He moved forward, taking the cock all the way to the root, greedy for its salty flavor, but as the head slid into his throat, and Leo’s pubes tickled his nose, he gently slid his middle finger farther, into the heat between Leo’s buttocks.
"Don’t…” Leo whispered, his muscles stiffening in anticipation of pain, but Zolt knew just the way to soothe his fears.
He pulled back, letting Leo’s hard cock out of his mouth with a pop, gasping for air as the meaty buttocks tightened around his finger, trying to prevent him from touching the hole, which surely was still tender after the rough fuck. “Hey. Relax, I’m not gonna hurt you,” he whispered, pressing his mouth to the hairy trail marking the middle of Leo’s muscular stomach.
Leo’s eyelids fluttered, and he wouldn’t look away. Zolt had always considered Leo handsome in that rugged biker fashion all Hellers sported, but seeing him naked and vulnerable, despite the strength in his toned body, made Zolt realize that Leo wasn’t like his brothers. Tall, tanned and tattooed, but with soulful eyes and a gorgeous dick that curved up for petting, Leo wouldn’t have been out of place in one of the porn mags Zolt had sneaked around with as a teen. But he had something other Hellers didn’t seem to have—a sensitivity that put an anchor in Zolt’s heart and made him long for Leo’s attention. He was such a catch, that man.