“If you’re impressed by me doing the dishes, just wait for the shock and awe you’re about to experience.” I took his hand and led him to my bedroom.
CHAPTER 10
HUDSON
We kissed and tugged at each other’s clothes as we reached Leo’s door. It was clumsy and hot and kinda awkward, but I loved it. We laughed into each other’s mouths when Leo kept missing the doorknob.
Leo pulled back and studied me as he intertwined his fingers with mine. His pensive expression gave me pause as he opened the door with his free hand. He’d left his bedside lamp on, which gave the room a warm glow that I much preferred to overhead lights. I’d been about to suggest we take things to my room because I didn’t spend time in his. If I ever needed to chat with him when he was in his room, I always stayed in the doorway because his cluttered and messy space stressed me out. Plus, I didn’t know how long it’d been since he’d washed his sheets.
Before worrying about his sheets could douse the fire racing through me, I clocked the scent of cleaning products. He’d finally hung the photo of the Portland skyline—the one that had been leaning against the wall below its intended spot since we’d moved in. I let go of Leo’s hand and stepped inside. There was no laundry pile on the floor that could’ve been dirty or clean with how wrinkled it was. No empty coffee mugs or damp towels tossed haphazardly on his dresser.
“The sheets are clean.” He leaned against the doorway, reversing our usual position.
“You did this for me?”
He shrugged, but one side of his mouth turned up. “I wanted you to be comfortable.”
He wants me to be comfortable. I looked at his bed, sheet tucked in, pillows straight, and smiled widely. My heart galloped at his thoughtfulness.
Words escaped me, but I could show him my gratitude. I fumbled with the buttons on my vest, ripping one off. It had to be the least graceful disrobing in the history of humanity, but the hunger in Leo’s eyes as he strode toward me took any embarrassment away.
Leo stripped too, revealing his toned muscles. When we were both down to our underwear, I stared at the growing bulge in Leo’s black boxer briefs. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as my mouth watered. As if on cue, we pulled our underwear off and climbed quickly into bed. I vaguely noticed the scent of lavender wafting around me. He always teased me for adding the essential oil to my dryer balls, and the fact he’d done that for our date meant so much.
Our eyes were fixed on each other. Anticipation volleyed between us, the tension growing until we were overcome by it.
“What now?”
Leo’s lips morphed into a feral smile. “Now, you let me play with your dick.”
I was so turned on this morning while watching Leo touch himself that I barely remembered coming. Having his hands on me and getting to touch him had been on my mind all day.
He traced his finger along the slit on my cockhead, capturing a bead of precum. His olive skin contrasted strongly against my paleness. My dick was longer, but his was thicker, enough that I wondered how it would stretch my lips.
He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it inside as his eyes closed. I gasped, then reached out and cupped his balls, giving them an exploratory tug. Sex with a new person always stressed me out—and yeah, nerves were there, but it was Leo. I knew that if I messed up, we could laugh it off. If I didn’t like something, he’d stop. The worst it would be was awkward, and if that happened, we would try again.
Letting the anticipation build all day had been its own aphrodisiac. Within moments, we were jerking each other off. The angle wasn’t working great, and it was obvious we were both figuring things out, but it was hot. So hot. Each bead of precum was a prize. Our strokes were almost frenzied.
“Can I suck you?”
Leo laughed. “I was just gonna ask you the same thing. Take turns?”
A wickedly delicious thought flashed through my mind. “Sixty-nine.”
Leo nodded eagerly, then angled his head as his thick eyebrows bunched together. “How does the person on the bottom not get choked? We’re both amateurs here, and I’m pretty sure I have a strong gag reflex.”
“On our sides.”
“Oh, hell yeah.” He grinned, then leaned in for a heated kiss. He flipped around on the bed, grabbed my ass, and pulled me to him. I loved his eagerness.
I reached out to stroke him while I got into position. Fortunately, we were fairly close in height, which made it easy to line up. Leo swallowed me down until he coughed.
“Easy there, cowboy.” I laughed.
He winked and saluted me without taking his mouth off my dick. My laughter quickly shifted to moans as he stroked the part he couldn’t get in his mouth.
After losing myself to sensation for a few moments, I snapped out of it and stared at his dick. The confidence I’d felt a minute ago faltered when faced with him. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to touch him in that way—I did. Oh, I did—but I wanted to do it right. I wanted to make him soar.
“I don’t care how you do it. Anything you do is gonna blow my mind, I promise you.” More precum beaded at the head of his dick, and I licked my lips.
