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)
“Oh yeah? How long have you been fantasizing about it?” Zolt whispered, rolling closer, until his cock touched Leo’s closed thighs. He could already imagine them letting him in, only to squeeze like a vice, entrapping his dick in a cocoon of lust.
“A while. I don’t think about all guys that way,” Leo added, his face still buried in Zolt’s beard. “But I knew you were gay, so my thoughts kinda drifted that way. Won’t lie, I’ve been curious about you from the day we met.”
A good three years then. Zolt’s ego grew wings.
“No reason to deny yourself something you want when there are no strings attached, right?” He asked and breathed in the scent of Leo’s fresh sweat. It was musky but had a sweetness to it that drew Zolt closer until he squeezed Leo’s thigh.
Leo tensed in Zolt’s arms, but didn’t move away, making all the predator senses inside of Zolt tingle with arousal. “I just never thought you’d be into me.”
“Why not?” Zolt asked, languidly moving his hand up and down, from Leo’s knee all the way to that wonderful place where the leg became the buttock.
“I thought a guy like you surely has his pick of gym bunnies, or even a boyfriend.” Leo’s toes curled against Zolt’s calf and he cuddled up to Zolt as if he was made of putty and itched to mold himself to a big masculine frame.
It was pure heaven, and Zolt would have stayed in bed with Leo even if it wasn’t his day off.
“Boyfriends are overrated,” he said, leaning in to whisper into Leo’s ear. The warm body stirred against him under the sheets, almost ready for Zolt, almost bewitched enough to roll over.
“Girlfriends too. I think I didn’t even know how much I needed this. To just go with the flow and chill for a while, you know?”
Zolt’s mouth stretched into a smirk. “A man after my own heart. I say, we’ll have plenty of fun while you’re here,” he said and squeezed Leo’s jaw. He hesitated for a moment, but the need to taste those soft lips became too much, and he made Leo look at him, leaned in, and bit the tempting mouth.
Leo closed his eyes and reciprocated the kiss as if he’d been waiting for this moment since their parting last night. He wasn’t aggressive in the way he rolled on top of Zolt, but had definitely gotten bolder since the first time Zolt had claimed his lips. Leo was thirsty, and Zolt wouldn’t have any qualms about satisfying that need.
But if Leo thought he’d get to stay in this dominant position, he had another thing coming. Zolt only ever gave what he wanted to, and it would stay that way no matter how handsome or sweet Leo seemed. Straights had a curious way of going after a man’s every weakness, and Zolt had been an impenetrable rock for too long to let his guard down now.
He dug his fingers into the muscular flesh of Leo’s buttocks and indulged in the pliant mouth at the same time, eager to show his new lover his place.
Leo never pulled away from the kiss, but as his ass clenched at the touch. Zolt imagined Leo’s hole tightening around his dick.
What started off as a passionate making out session, had unexpectedly turned into a wrestling match. Leo tried to pin one of Zolt’s hands to the bed while rocking his stiff dick against Zolt’s own. He had the upper hand of wearing underwear, but that wouldn’t last long if Zolt had any say in it.
He pushed his free hand under the fabric and stroked the crack with his middle finger. It was an unexplored valley, and its heat stirred Zolt into action. He rolled them over, instinctively placing his knee between Leo’s thighs to prevent them from closing. His teeth clashed with Leo’s as he intensified the kiss, groaning in pleasure when he recalled the last time he’d topped. He wanted Leo under him now, all willing flesh and desire no one else could fulfill. Whether he liked it or not, he was Zolt’s for as long as Zolt wanted to have him.
But as soon as Zolt pressed Leo to the mattress, Leo’s eyes flew open, wide and attentive. He still held his hands on Zolt’s sides but stopped kneading, and his lips closed on Zolt, rejecting his kiss.
Leo’s nostrils flared with each of his gasps, but when Zolt pulled on the waistband of the boxer shorts, Leo pushed him back. “W-what’s going on?”
Zolt bet Leo knew very well what was going on, but he chose to answer his question nevertheless. “We’re experimenting. Why?” he asked, taking in the tension around Leo’s eyes. That petrified virgin should-I-shouldn’t-I look was making Zolt’s cock throb with the need to drive deep into Leo and fill him with hot, creamy spunk.