Chapter 22
twenty-two
*LEO*
Iam sitting on the floor surrounded by folders and drawing paper, trying to bring my visions to life, when Soren drops by. Once my talk with Hector was wrapped up, I immediately went shopping for necessities—namely, things I‘ll need to get some work done.
I promised Hector I would send him my plans by tomorrow. He also said he would set up a meeting with his wife, so we can make a shopping trip and organize everything I need. Not sure how she is going to pull that off in such a short time, but Hector sounded confident in her abilities.
“You are still working?” Soren asks, putting the boxes of food on the kitchen counter before approaching me. He sits down next to me, kissing the side of my head.
I gaze at my watch. “Shit, yes! I completely forgot the time.”
Soren laughs. “Don’t worry. I am happy you are enjoying your time. I assume the talk with Hector went well?”
“It did, though you could have warned me that he wouldn’t be a sexy Spanish guy.”
Soren laughs. “You expected a sexy Spanish guy? How could I have known?”
“You definitely knew,” I frown. “Don’t play innocent.”
Soren pulls me into a hug, nuzzling his nose into my hair before peppering me with kisses.
“Okay,” I laugh. “I forgive you.”
“I assume you both found a middle ground on what to expect for the fair?” Soren asks.
“Yes, actually, we agreed on much more than that,” I continue explaining everything to Soren, the plans for the upcoming event, but also for next year.
Soren looks genuinely surprised. “You really put a lot of thought into this, Leo.”
“Of course I did. Ever since I knew the mayor wanted to meet me, I have tried to figure out what I could do.” I pause.
“I… I still get anxiety attacks when I think about working with my digital tools, but I’ve realized drafting by hand and making plans for such an event…
It’s fun, you know? And I think I am good at it.
I have never considered this as a job, but if you think about it closely, decoration and crafts are also art, aren’t they? ”
Soren’s expression is serious, so much so that I hold my breath at what he has to say. “They are. You are a very creative person, and I am happy you found your muse again.”
“Even if it’s not the same as before?” I ask quietly.
“Does it matter? Who is telling you what you should or should not do with your talent? I think it’s fantastic that you found something that you enjoy, that motivates you, and that still lets you do your art. Maybe one day you will enjoy graphic design again, but you don’t have to force it.”
I perk up at his words. “You really think so? I am so glad you are supporting me.”
Soren snuggles me in his arms. “Did you think I wouldn’t support you?”
“Not really, but old habits die hard.”
“Talking about hard—" Soren starts.
“Oh my god, you did not just say that!?” I smack his shoulder.
Soren just laughs. He has a handsome face, so handsome I sometimes wonder why he is interested in plain old me. When he laughs, he gets the cutest dimples. I get up, pushing him backwards until he is forced to sit down on a chair before I settle on his lap, my legs straddling him.
Soren grins. “I thought my joke was too silly?”
“Your joke, yes, but you are still hot.”
Soren’s hands roam over my back before slipping under my shirt. His fingers are cold, sending a shiver down my spine. I make sure to remove his glasses and put them on the small table next to us.
A smirk curls Soren’s lips. “Whenever you do that, it’s very promising.”
In reply, I reach over and open the first drawer of the small chest next to us. Soren eyes me curiously, his smile growing when he notices the condoms in my hand. “Drop the condoms,” he says, shifting slightly and pulling something out of his pocket.
“You got the results?”
“Yes, the doctor called me in the afternoon.” He hands me two envelopes. One is still closed and has my name on it. I rip it open, skim through its contents and smile. “Clean.”
“Same,” he grins. “So, how was that about getting tested and fucking you raw?” A smirk curls his lips. “You do know the difference between a snowman and a snow woman, don’t you?”
The grin on his face makes me pause, furrowing my brows. “Is this one of your gotcha-jokes?” I tease.
“Snowballs,” he answers without reacting to my comment.
I can’t help it. The joke is so silly, probably the least funny one he has told me so far, but somehow it makes me double over, laughing. I don’t realize how I squeeze my legs around him until Soren grabs me by my waist.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I am not going to last if you do that.”
“Soren—" I brush over his neck and through his hair, before grabbing it and tugging his head back. His eyes look at me, so dark and full of lust, it makes my body shiver. “I want to ask you something.”
“Tell me,” Soren urges.
“Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants.”
For a moment, he just stares at me, flabbergasted, before I can see realization settling in, and he breaks into a grin.
“Took a while, huh?” I grin. “What? You thought you were the only one who could tell silly jokes? I know some of them, too. Looked them up, and now have a whole list of them saved on my phone.”
“You“—Soren’s hand slips into my pants, groping my ass—“were obviously made for me.”
I really want to believe that. I want to believe that finally I have met the one.
There is a hint of anxiety I feel whenever I allow myself to realize how much I actually fell for Soren.
It’s the same old anxiety I have always known, namely that something I like will be taken away from me just because I am happy with it, just because I like it.
I take Soren’s face between my hands.
But I won’t easily let go of Soren.
I get up on my knees so that Soren can push down my pants while I unbutton his jeans. “Wait a moment, babe,” he says, raising his hips and helping me pull his pants down. His cock springs free, and I don’t waste any more time, immediately wrapping my fingers around his shaft.
“Lube’s in the first drawer as well,” I say.
“At your command.” Soren stretches and angles for the item.
He finds it easily without having to get up.
Benefits of having a man with long limbs!
I lean my forehead against his shoulder, closing my eyes while my ears pick up what’s going on around me.
I can hear the cap of a bottle opening, and some rustling before two slick fingers move over my crack.
It’s not even been two days since our last time. I am still pretty loose, and Soren’s finger slips in easily. He adds another one immediately, making me rock against his fingers. “I am ready,” I pant.
Soren’s eyes are pinned to me, like he is taking all of me in at once. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I wrap a hand around his dick, feeling its soft, smooth skin while his cock grows harder.
Soren helps me lift my hips a little. Then I take him in fully.
I should go slower, but I don’t give a fuck.
The stretch burns a bit more than it should, but it just feels so good to have him fully inside me.
“Leo,” he groans.
I adapt fast, starting to move my hips. I don’t have that much experience with riding anyone, so it takes some time for me to find the right rhythm and angle, but once I do, it just feels right.
Soren’s cock keeps teasing my prostate whenever I circle my hips.
It’s so fucking easy to get lost in that sensation, but I don’t want it to end too fast. Pacing myself, I try for different angles, moving back slightly and clenching my muscles.
“Fuck,” Soren pants. “You feel amazing.”
“Yeah?” I ask, stilling momentarily. “What about now?”
In answer, Soren smacks my ass playfully. For a moment, I feel tingles and butterflies in my stomach. “Do that again.”
He obliges, slapping my ass again. “Fuck, that’s good,” I moan, rocking against him again.
Soren has his hand on my waist for balance, his other hand kneading the ass cheek he just slapped.
Leaning forward, I bury my face in his hair, feeling how his tongue moves over my neck.
He is so fucking hot. I am really into him.
He slaps my ass again, making me clench around his dick. My own cock is so hard already, it almost hurts. Seeking some release, I reach downwards, but Soren pushes my hand away, instead wrapping his around the base of my cock. His grip is loose at first.
“Soren, please.”
I move up and down his cock at an erratic pace, making him groan in the process. Soren pushes up against me, his thrusts meeting me halfway while his grip around my cock tightens. He smacks my ass one more time, and it’s all I need to finally come all over him.
Soren grabs me by my waist firmly, fucking into me a few more times before I can feel his warm seed covering me from inside.
I never did it without a condom. Always wanted to keep it safe, especially since I only had hook-ups.
But now, feeling Soren fill me up with his cum does something to me.
It’s so intimate, and makes me shiver, prolonging my orgasm until I slump down against his chest.
For a while, Soren and I just stay like that, neither of us moving an inch. Soren keeps playing with my hair, wrapping one of my curls around his fingers. “I could get used to this,” he says.
“Me riding you?” I ask.
“That too,” he grins. “But I meant, to come home to you. It’s nice.”
I nod against his neck, placing a kiss against his soft skin there. Little goosebumps appear on his skin. “I like it too. To know someone will come home to me. I never had a boyfriend before.”
“And now that you do, do you like it?”
“I realized I am definitely the relationship type,” I say.
As a response, Soren squeezes me against his chest, rocking me slightly. Before I can doze off, though, he pats my back.
“I know,” I mutter, easily reading his mind. “We should get cleaned up. And I certainly don’t want to fall asleep with your dick and cum inside me.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Soren grins. “In a mark-my-territory way. But I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
He helps me climb down his lap, his hand brushing over my ass. Craning my neck to get a good view, I notice a red mark there, making me grin. “Apparently, I like a guy who can be heavy-handed, in bed at least.”
Soren snorts. “Glad to make you happy.” He pulls me back before I can pad into the bathroom, kissing me. “No, really, glad to make you happy.”
I wrap my arms around him, eagerly kissing him back. Yeah, I am whipped.