Before I could respond, he grabbed the remote from the end table, started the first episode of Law and Order season one, and pulled me to him. “I’m thirty-five.”
“Not too old.” I cuddled against his side, and neither of us said anything else.
I tried to focus on the show, but soon the warmth of his body and the slow rise and fall of his chest lulled me to sleep despite the swirl of thoughts in my head.
When I woke up, we were several episodes in, and Leo was asleep. I lay there for a few moments enjoying the feel of his body underneath me. I ran my hands over his bare chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos. He stirred but didn’t fully wake.
I followed the trail of hair that led from his navel to the waistband of his pants. As I played with him, his cock thickened until it was straining the gray fabric. He was so fucking hot. Total fantasy material. What was I doing here? How could I think he could actually be mine?
Enjoy the chance while you’ve got it.
I glanced up. Leo’s eyes were still closed, and his breathing was even. I wasn’t sure I believed he was actually asleep. Someone with his training would surely be a light sleeper, but if he was faking it, that meant he was okay with what I was doing, so I kept going. I wanted to wrap my hand, and then my lips, around his cock.
14
Leo
I’d woken the moment Ezra moved, but as soon as he began touching me with his soft, tentative fingers, I decided to pretend I was still asleep. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him to explore, to fulfill his own fantasies.
My cock swelled as he touched me, and I was thankful for all the self-control I’d learned as an operative. I kept my hips still and my breathing steady, even though I wanted to grab Ezra, shove his sweatpants down, and push my cock into his mouth. We’d get there, but I wanted it to be on his time.
He teased my length with his fingers, barely skimming over me. I needed more. I needed to be encased in his warm hand.
Be patient.
Ezra pressed his lips to the skin just above my waistband. Then, finally, he touched my cock, but only over the fabric of my pants. The touch was gentle, and I longed to tell him I needed more pressure and friction. I needed to feel the heat of him.
As he skimmed his fingers up and down my shaft, it got progressively more difficult to keep my breathing steady, but if I could stay still and silent for hours to keep from being caught by terrorists, surely I could be still now.
Ezra flicked the tip of his tongue over one of my nipples. As he sucked the bud into his mouth, his hand tightened around my cock, and I allowed myself to shift slightly. He was growing bolder, and I loved it. I wanted him to take his pleasure with me.
He rose off me, gripped the waistband of my sweats, and pushed them down far enough to tuck them behind my balls. When he took hold of my cock again, I decided nothing had ever felt better than his bare skin against mine. I’d been in a fucking orgy that hadn’t given me as much pleasure as his hand around my cock.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to my cockhead. When his tongue dipped into the slit, I opened my eyes. I slid a hand into his hair but kept my touch gentle. I wasn’t going to force him, not yet anyway.
When he looked up at me, the combination of his lust-filled gaze and his lips around my cock was enough to make me lose control. I lifted my hips, pushing deeper and making him gag around me.
Ezra didn’t seem to care. He made no move to pull away. Instead, he kept going, licking, sucking, gripping the base of my shaft tightly.
“I want to give it all to you, sweetheart. I want to come down your throat. I want you to swallow every drop. I want your lips stretched wide around me, your mouth filled with me, then I want to stuff your ass again. I want to take you over and over so you don’t doubt that you’re mine.”
This wasn’t a game anymore. I wasn’t sure it ever had been. I meant every word.
Ezra hummed around me while giving me an imploring look that told me he wanted all of that too. When I didn’t make a move, he pulled off with a wet pop.
“Fuck my mouth, Leo. I want all of you, though I’ve never done that before. I’ve sucked a guy off, but—”
“I don’t want to think about you with anyone else.”