21. Alex #2
By the time we made it back to the villa, the afternoon heat was oppressive. The stone walls seemed to radiate warmth, and the lemon trees cast sharp shadows across the terrace. Leo went straight for the kitchen and poured us both glasses of cold water, which I downed in one long gulp.
“Come on,” he said, taking my hand. “Let’s go upstairs.”
I followed him willingly, already anticipating the cool sheets of my bed and the weight of him against me. But as we reached the landing, Leo paused and looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said, but there was something in his voice that suggested otherwise. “I just... I want to remember this. All of it. You, me, this place. Before everything gets complicated again.”
I pulled him close, pressing my forehead against his. “Then let’s make it worth remembering.”
I guided him toward my bedroom, though I could have easily gone to his.
Somehow it felt right to use mine. It was the bed where we’d spent the night, where everything had shifted between us.
The sheets were still tangled from this morning, and I didn’t bother straightening them as I pulled him down onto the mattress.
Leo came willingly, straddling my hips as I settled back against the pillows.
The afternoon light filtered through the shutters in thin golden lines, painting his skin in stripes of light and shadow.
He was beautiful like this, his hair catching the sun, skin glowing with heat, and those amber eyes fixed entirely on me.
“I want to try something,” he said, his voice soft but with an edge of nervousness underneath it.
“Yeah?” I reached up, running my hands down his sides. “What?”
“I want to be on top,” he said. “I want to ride you.”
Heat flooded my system at the words. I’d never done that before. Nobody had ever wanted to ride me. Not even Amanda. She’d always treated sex like a chore. But the thought of Leo taking control, of watching his face as he moved on my cock, made my dick harden almost painfully fast.
“Fuck, yes,” I breathed.
He smiled at my enthusiasm and shifted, reaching for the bottle of olive oil we’d left on the nightstand.
We’d brought it up earlier without really thinking about it, and now I was grateful for the foresight.
We both undressed quickly and I laid back on the bed.
Leo poured some oil into his palm and then worked it over my cock with slow, deliberate strokes.
I groaned, my hips lifting slightly despite my best efforts to stay still.
“Patience,” he murmured, and there was something almost teasing in his tone. “I’m gonna take good care of you.”
He straddled my hips, positioning himself carefully with one hand braced on my chest as he guided my cock to his entrance with the other.
I watched as he slowly sank down, his face shifting through expressions of concentration and pleasure as he adjusted to my size.
The tight heat of him was almost too much to bear.
It took everything I had not to cum the moment he bottomed out.
His mouth fell open slightly, and I wanted to kiss him but resisted, not wanting to disrupt whatever he was doing.
He paused for a moment, his eyes closed, his breathing deep and even. Then he began to move.
It was different from last night. Where I’d been in control, setting the pace, Leo now dictated everything.
He moved slowly at first, rocking his hips in a way that made my breath catch.
His hand on my chest was firm, anchoring himself as he found his rhythm.
His other hand went to the headboard for balance.
“Oh god,” he whispered, his eyes opening to look down at me. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”
I couldn’t find words. All I could do was watch as he rode me, his lithe body moving with a grace that seemed almost impossible as pleasure threatened to consume me. The afternoon light caught the sheen of sweat on his skin, and I reached up, my hands finding his waist to help guide him.
“Like this?” he asked, shifting the angle slightly.
“Yeah, just like that,” I managed.
He picked up pace gradually, his movements becoming less controlled, more desperate.
I could feel the tension building in my balls, that familiar pressure that meant I wasn’t going to last long.
But I didn’t want to rush him. I wanted to watch this.
I wanted to remember the exact way he looked when he was close, the small sounds he made, and the way his eyes went unfocused with pleasure.
“Alex,” he gasped, his rhythm becoming erratic. “I’m close.”
“Me too,” I said, my hands tightening on his waist. “Cum for me, Leo. Let me feel it.”
He threw his head back, his body going rigid as he came untouched, and I felt the clenching of his hole around my cock. That was all it took. I came hard too, holding him down against me as I buried myself deep inside him and filled him with my seed.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. He collapsed forward onto my chest, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as our breathing slowly returned to normal. My hand found his hair, stroking gently as the post-sex haze settled over us both.
“That was incredible,” he murmured against my chest.
“Yeah,” I agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, unwilling to say more and break the softness of the moment.
We lay like that for a while, the afternoon heat pressing down on us through the windows. I could hear the distant sound of cicadas, the occasional car passing on the road below. The villa felt solid around us, content and peaceful.
Eventually, Leo stirred. “We should probably shower,” he said reluctantly. “We’re a mess.”
He wasn’t wrong. Between the olive oil and everything else, we were definitely in need of cleaning up. But I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want this moment to end.
“Five more minutes,” I said, tightening my arms around him.
He made a small sound that might have been agreement, and we stayed there in the tangle of sheets and afternoon light, suspended in a moment that felt like it belonged only to us.
I never wanted it to end.