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 wouldn’t know because you never share.” Leo pointed out his moral superiority but leaned into the touch like a happy cat. Gestures like this kept Leo on the edge of excitement, so completely different from the way other men had touched him throughout his life. With Zolt, a brush of fingers or a stroke up Leo’s back wasn’t accidental. It was an invitation for more. And he always wanted more.
“Are you saying you’re unhappy with what I’ve been feeding you?” Zolt asked, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. When he squeezed Leo’s neck, both their eyes darted lower, to Zolt’s package, and Leo found himself breathless.
He snorted and pushed at Zolt’s shoulder, looking up again. “I can’t live on a liquid diet.” He could hardly believe he was joking about the amount of cum he’d been sucking out of Zolt, but there was no one here to judge him in their little bubble of depravity.
Zolt’s eyes narrowed, and he backed Leo against the counter with casual ease that had been completely absent from Leo’s life so far. It was as if he were a piece of iron, and Zolt—a magnet, and whenever they came close, the air started to spark with an energy Leo couldn’t quite name.
“If I remember correctly, I also feed you plenty of meat.”
Leo stroked Zolt’s arm, marveling at the detail in his tattoos and how the images reacted to the twitch of Zolt’s bicep. He loved everything about this man’s energy. The way he took the initiative, the way he spoke without inhibitions, the way he pushed past Leo’s boundaries. Including the ones in his throat.
He’d actually bottomed out in Leo last night, following a long session of ball worship. By the time Zolt had him lying down with a wedge pillow under his nape, Leo was too horny to put up any resistance to the face-fucking that followed.
So his throat still hurt a bit, but thinking about the girth of Zolt’s dick and how it felt inside him still made his toes curl. He already knew he wanted to do it again
“I did return that favor,” Leo said with a wide grin.
“So you did,” Zolt said and leaned in, as if he were about to steal a kiss. He pulled back the moment Leo opened his mouth, eager to connect again, and grabbed Leo’s jaw to expose his neck for a playful bite.
Pleasure was like a wave around Zolt. He had a way of teasing Leo, of pushing only to pull back that made for an intoxicating combination. Leo hadn’t been sure what their… arrangement would be like when he’d jumped in head first, but everything had worked out fine. There was no awkwardness to touching, and each of them had the privacy of their—respectively—sofa or bed.
Leo sometimes wondered what it would be like to sleep with Zolt, especially since the sofa wasn’t long enough for his size, but he didn’t feel comfortable touching that subject and worried about the meaning of such a change.
He might end up not liking it at all and could result with Zolt pushing for anal much more than he was already. The burning topic floated back to the table every now and then, and while Zolt never failed to make his suggestions light and playful, Leo had no doubt Zolt was dead serious about wanting to put his cock to work that way.
And the more Zolt alluded to it, the more Leo obsessed about it, leading to fantasies Leo had never experienced before. If they were just two friends, enjoying each other’s company and getting endless pleasure from it, if no one would ever find out, would it be so bad to experiment?
It might be. It might hurt, and he’d have to back out mid-way through it. He hated the idea of disappointing Zolt, or his body not agreeing with that kind of sex, and feared that such failure would sour their easy-going relationship.
So why risk something that already felt so good?
He gasped when Zolt’s thick beard tickled his neck, but when their lips met, the gentle peck made him slump against the counter. Zolt dug into the wrap again, humming his pleasure. “Eight out of ten. Very good. What do I have to do so you take over food duties permanently?”
Leo grinned back as he wolfed down his own food. He hadn’t expected such a question, but actually, why not? He’d enjoyed the cooking. It wasn’t like he had much to do during his stay, and he liked seeing Zolt happy when he ate.
“Take over the trash and dishes, and pay for half the ingredients.”
“Deal,” Zolt said with his mouth full and gave Leo a firm handshake. “Oh, I can feel good things coming my way!”
Leo swallowed the last bite of his wrap, giddy with pride. “But I won’t cook for your buds, just so that we’re clear.”