Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
Leo
I managed to clean Heath’s office without calling him in a horny rage and enticing him into having phone sex with me. Instead, I was hyper focused and cleaned those offices like my life depended on it. And despite being exhausted as I jog up to his front door, I’m still ready to go. I’m ready when it comes to him.
I ring the doorbell three times in my haste, breathing far too heavily for that small jaunt up the stairs.
He pulls the door open, looking freshly showered, wearing only pajama pants and no shirt.
“Oh god, you look edible,” I wheeze as I move toward him, draping myself across his chest and nuzzling up against him.
“You smell so nice. I smell like cleaner.”
I should probably feel a little ashamed of that, but I’m too horny to even have a complex.
He just smiles at me, not bothered by it at all. “You can shower if you want,” he says, his strong hands moving around my waist and pulling me in closer. “But I like how you smell. ”
God, what this man does to me. It’s too much. My heart is kicking up in pace at his compliment. “You’re such a liar.”
“You heard the stories of me as a child cleaning for fun. The smell of bleach is getting me all hot and bothered.”
I smack his shoulder and then pull away. I can’t help chuckling though. He’s so damn cute. I mean, really. Who would have thought that this big, rich, powerful man could be adorable. “You’re such a liar.”
He grins at me and then lowers his lips to mine, making me swoon slightly. The way he kisses me, so softly, before licking into my mouth, making me shake with need. It’s not even because I want him to fuck me. No, his touch makes me needy for so many things. Things I’m not sure I’m allowed to dream about. Not with him.
Oh, who am I kidding. I dream about it all the live long day.
I pull away after a few long minutes of kissing and I stare up into his hooded eyes. “I want you to fuck me.”
His fingers clutch me tighter. “Yeah? I can try…”
“Yeah, try. Please try. I want it. I don’t care if you have no clue what you’re doing…it’ll be special. And it will feel so damn good.”
His cheeks darken and then a second later, I’m in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist as he carries me to the bedroom.
“Just tell me what to do so its good for you,” he says as he drops me onto his bed and pulls my pants from my legs. He tosses them to the side and then grabs onto my boxers, pulling them slowly down my thighs. My cock slaps against my stomach and I grab onto it, the idea of him being inside of me soon making me tremble in excitement.
I’ve wanted this from the very first day.
I’ve wanted him.
“Do you want to record this?” he asks and I shake my head.
I should. I know that I should. My viewers would die watching Heath fuck me for the first time, but the thought of doing that doesn’t sit right with me. I don’t waste any more time thinking about why that is though. Trying to play it off, I just shake my head again. “ Next time. Next time we can do that. But the first time, I want it to be just us.”
He grins softly at me and points at my shirt. “Take that off.”
I’m glad that he doesn’t question me for not wanting to record this. I don’t want to talk right now. I just want to get him inside of me. I want to feel connected to him in that way, in a way I’ve probably never truly felt before him. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
I nearly rip it getting it over my head and then throw it sideways, watching it land on the bathroom door handle. I gasp and Heath chuckles.
“I achieved the impossible.”
“You did,” he says with a smile as he slides his pants down his legs and I swallow, feeling my cock jump between my legs as I take him in. I think he’s talking about something else entirely now. And I’m about to ask what that might be, but then he’s on top of me, his lips trailing up my neck and making me shiver.
Right. No talking about feelings and other shit right now. I want to just focus on us, on the way I’m feeling, the way I’m making him feel. When our mouths meet and he slides his tongue inside, I’m groaning like the biggest whore. And it’s not even pretend. I feel each moan. They collect in the nerves of my spine, making me arch up into him, wanting—no, needing more.
“I prepped,” I say when our lips part for just a second. “I’m ready.”
“Condom?” he asks and I shake my head before nodding.
“Whatever you want. I’m negative on all tests.”
“Same.”
The idea of him inside of me bare is almost too much for my brain. It threatens to implode at the thought of the way he’ll leak out of me after. “Oh fuck. Then fuck me raw, Heath. I want to feel you empty yourself inside me.”
He kisses me deeply once more as my legs curl up into my chest, exposing myself to him. His first time with a man and he’s with me.
I’m the luckiest.
I can’t believe it. This shit never happens to me. Maybe my luck is changing though. It seems to. I have Heath, don’t I?
“I’m ready. So ready ,” I breathe as he sits up slightly, slotting his cock at my wet hole and then letting out a deep breath. His eyes are pinging from where our bodies connect to my face.
“You sure?”
I nod so quickly, my head hurts. “Yes. Yes, if you want it, I want it.”
“Okay,” he says, wetting his lips.
Then, without another word, he pushes inside of me and I cry out at the intrusion. But fuck, it feels so good. It feels right. The sting of it, the way my ass accommodates him.
He’s the perfect size. The perfect man.
I pull him down toward me, our chests meeting as he pushes further into me. It’s endless, absolute perfection. He only stops when he’s balls deep. A shudder escapes him, moving through his entire body, and he lowers his face to rub his nose against mine.
“Fucking perfect. You feel so good.” The way he’s looking at me right now. Like I’ve created the moon and set it in the sky…holy shit. My heart flutters in my chest and I feel slightly faint. I can’t get ahead of myself. Can’t think this is more than it is. It’s just sex. Right?
But he’s looking at me like he’s in awe. Like he can’t believe I’m real. That this is his life.
I drag my hand over his cheek and look into his eyes. It’s almost too much for me. I shudder in pleasure, not only from being filled, but from the look on his face.
“Do you like it?”
“I fucking love it.”
I groan at those words and then grab onto his ass. “Yes. Yes . Now move. Fuck me, Heath.”
He grunts and then starts to arch into me, slowly at first, as if memorizing each thrust and drag out of me before he finally starts to pick up the pace. His hips slap against my ass as he takes me and I can do nothing but hold onto him, relishing the sight of him, mussed and flushed as he fucks me.
He’s fucking me.
“Oh god,” I moan as my hands scramble up his back, my nails raking across his skin as I just hold onto him. And when he lowers himself onto me fully, the weight of him is delicious, the feel of his abdomen rubbing against my cock almost too much to bear. I know I’m close.
“Please, Heath. Please !” I’m begging now and I’m not even embarrassed by it. I am uncensored, completely wild.
A feral man needing to be used.
“You close?” he asks, his voice raspy.
“Yes. Make me come. Make me come.”
I put a leg over his shoulder and the angle makes my eyes nearly cross, but I force them open so I can watch him unload into me. I want to see what he looks like when he comes inside of me for the first time.
“You first,” he says softly and then thrusts up into me so hard that I nearly scream. “Fuck. Leo. Come. I can’t fucking last. You’re too tight.”
Well, he doesn’t need to ask twice. I feel my cock twitch and then my release is pulsing between our conjoined bodies as my ass clenches around his length. The sensation sets him off. His eyelids flutter and he groans as his own dick empties into me.
And then we just lie there, expended and exhausted.
“How was it?” I ask when I can finally speak again.
“Perfect. It’s always perfect with you. I had no doubts.”
I grin and rub his back until he finally pulls out of me and rolls to his side, his arms thrown above his head, his chest heaving.
“I think we may have to do that again.”
He turns his head and grins at me.
“For practice. You know I like to be perfect.”
“Oh I know. I’m ready for these practice sessions. Just let me know when. ”
He rolls over to me and presses a kiss to my lips. “Give me like five minutes.”
I sigh as he kisses me slowly, as if savoring me.
I may be a little sore, but fuck it. I’m ready to go all night. For him. Only for him.
Heath is a horny fucker. For being all buttoned up and tight laced, he’s ready to fuck all the time. I think us finally doing it unleashed something in him.
He’s insatiable.
He wants me all the time and if I can, I’m there to serve up my ass to him. I’ve recorded a few of our fucks and each time I posted it, I’ve gotten so many hits. People are loving it. His face is blurred out, obviously, but it doesn’t matter. People eat it up. They crave more.
And I finally got a call from Carter asking me to be a permanent addition to his site. He’s loving the content and the views my videos bring in.
Heath and I celebrated that one last night. Dinner and then a wild fuck after.
I’m so damn happy.
I want more. I want it all with him. I’m growing addicted. I told myself not to let this happen, but it did.
I can’t help it.
He’s too much. Too perfect. I can’t help but fall.
“Hey,” Heath says as he kisses me deeply, pushing me up against the wall in his apartment. I’ve all but moved in. Risque, I know, but I’m a slut for it, apparently. I still have my place with Asher, but I have my things in his closet and in his bathroom. I even have a shelf in his fridge. My poor heart will be crushed if he decides I’m not what he wants in the end. But with the way he kisses me, holds me, I just can’t believe he’d do that to me. Even Asher is supportive of this recent development. Although he’s been busy with Jack, cuddling with him one day and then avoiding him the next.
I don’t know what that’s about, but I’m too consumed with Heath to be bothered with it. They’re adults. They can figure it out.
“I missed you today.”
“I missed you too.”
“Your mom is doing great by the way. She’s doing so well at her new job.”
“Oh, I’m so glad.” I sigh as his lips trail down my neck, his fingers sliding up under my shirt. “But I wasn’t worried. She’s a hard worker. And she’s very determined.”
“Just like you. You’re killing it too.”
“I am. Thanks to Carter. I should be in the black next month. Finally.”
“Want to record again tonight?” he asks as he lifts me up and my legs wrap around his back and my arms wrap around his shoulders.
“Yeah, if you want me to. I know you secretly like watching it when I’m not around.”
“I do. I like to see how hot you are. When I miss you. When we’re apart.”
“Yes, but I’m here now.”
“You are and I’m so fucking glad.”
He brings me to the bedroom, his gaze heated as we fall to the mattress and strip out of our clothes. He fucks me slowly, gently, making my eyes close from the sensation of him simply moving inside of me. When he comes, it’s on a low groan that sinks into me, piercing my soul and I can’t help but explode. My back arches off the bed, my body shaking from the force of it. It’s like this every time. Every time it’s so damn good.
And what makes it even better is that every time, when we’re done, he holds me tightly. Right now, his lips are brushing against the skin of my shoulder, his fingers playing with the cum on my stomach, tracing shapes onto my skin.
“I’m so pissed I won’t be able to see you tomorrow,” Heath says with a sigh.
“I know, but you should go see your parents. I have a catering thing anyway. Asher asked me to stand in for someone who called out sick. And I could use the money, even if I will be in the red soon.”
“Or you could just not work and I could give you what you need.”
“I’m not taking money from you, despite you being my rich boyfriend.”
The word slips out and the two of us freeze, that is until I start stammering wildly. “I mean, you know. That was rash and very silly. Boyfriend. Pfft. I don’t know why I said that.” Heath thankfully cuts me off.
“I don’t think its silly. I like that, Leo. I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”
I turn slightly. “I know you haven’t. And we don’t need a label. We don’t, not really. I’m fine with whatever you want?—”
He interrupts me gently. “I don’t mind it. I’m not fucking anyone but you.”
I preen and then wiggle on top of him. A boyfriend. Well, fuck. Who saw that coming? Not me, that’s who.
“Okay, I guess we could just say that’s what we are. Casual, you know. Nothing serious.”
He grins and leans up, kissing me softly.
“Sure. Nothing serious. Casual monogamy it is.”