Chapter 17 - Ethan
Wearing nothing but a pair of loose fitting jeans, I stand in my entrance hall, waiting for David to deliver my treat for the night.
The whole damn night. I look calm and unbothered on the outside, but inside I’m spinning in circles, desperate to get Leo naked and his ass in the air.
A gentle knock on my door is the sound that makes my dick immediately hard and ready, as he’s here.
I open the door to be greeted by the sexy ass man who has taken over every second of my thoughts since I met him.
Not even in my sleep does my mind take a break.
I’ve thought of him in every scenario, listed what I want to do to him, imagined how he would look and sound.
This feels like I’m in a fever dream. Patience has never been my strong suit, so for the big day to finally arrive is magic.
“Come in, Leo.”
“Hi,” he says timidly, and I want to moan out. I love the softer side to his voice, it does things to me.
“Follow me,” I say, and take him straight to my bedroom. I’ve no intention of waiting a single minute longer. I want to take advantage of each second that he is here. Fuck small talk. We both know why he’s here.
“Wow, straight to it. Not even a drink to be offered,” he mumbles.
“You can drink after. This isn’t a date, Leo. I don’t do softness or romance. Now, did you prep for me?”
His face blushes and he looks down at the ground.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now undress for me, slowly,” I say as I move over to the bed.
I sit back against the headboard and watch him at the foot of the bed while I press a button on my phone that turns on the surround sound in my bedroom, the song “Feel Me” by Orgvsm fills the room and I place my phone back on the bedside table and resume my composed position.
The room is dim, washed in city-light filtered through glass and distance. Night presses against the windows like a held breath. Leo stands there awkwardly, hands loose at his sides, shoulders tight with restraint. He’s trying so hard not to move, to fight against it.
I don’t rush him as I quite like the discomfort. I’ve no idea if Leo has ever been with men or been curious, but I don’t care. Even the toughest branch of a tree can be bent at will, made into something new. Besides, I never rush what already belongs to me.
He hesitates, refusing to look at me before slowly lifting his t-shirt over his head. Just as I requested, he is slow in his movements as he exposes, inch by inch, his beautiful, toned, tanned body. I lick my lips at the tantalizing skin that’s begging for my tongue to take a taste.
My eyes track every movement. The belt to his dark jeans is next, the clatter of the metal as he unbuckles and slowly pulls the long leather strap free from his jeans, dropping it on the floor next to his discarded shirt.
As he undoes the button to his jeans, I remove my jeans quickly, lifting my ass off the bed as I pull them down my legs and throw them to the floor. I’m commando, so when Leo looks up at the movement, his eyes widen as he sees my hand clasp around my hard as granite dick.
The air thickens like a southern humid summer, quiet pants come from Leo’s mouth as his breathing increases in speed.
He has stopped undressing, focused on me as he scans my body, and I love his eyes on me.
There is definitely interest here. Predators are not the only ones who like to watch. Prey does too.
“You’re thinking too loudly,” I say, and he swallows hard, hand trembling over the final buttons that need to be undone.
“I’m not thinking.” What a liar, so fragile.
“Never lie when you’re with me. Now remove your pants,” I say as I relax back into my headboard, enjoying perving over the sexy show being put on for me.
After undoing his jeans, he lets them drop to his ankles, before clumsily removing them. Then he looks up at me under those dark thick lashes, the lights from outside flicker over his skin, making it look like his body is covered in glistening gemstones.
“Take them off, Leo. Now,” I growl as I notice the bulge behind his underwear.
Well, well, well. The fucker is hard. He slowly pulls down his underwear, revealing his smooth, cut cock.
It’s thick and a decent size, not too big or small.
He is completely hairless and I love that he followed my prep instructions.
“Look at me,” I say quietly, and he does. This is different. Those hazel eyes are wild and reflective, full of things he will never say out loud because he doesn’t want to be seen as wanting this. He doesn’t want me to see that I’ve won. Not that it matters. He is mine whether he likes it or not.
Unable to resist having a touch, I stand from the bed and move over to him, until we are face to face. I let my fingers hover near his jaw. Not touching but teasing, just close enough that he can feel the heat.
“You’re shaking.”
“I’m not afraid,” he says.
“I didn’t say you were.”
There is a difference between fear and anticipation and he knows it. I continue my tease by tracing the air beside his throat, and he tilts his head without realizing it. A clear movement offering himself to me. It’s instinct and it pleases me more than anything rehearsed ever could.
“You could leave,” I murmur.
He doesn’t move and closes his eyes, little pants leave his mouth in anticipation of my next move.
“You could tell me to stop.”
His breath trembles.
“But you won’t, because you know you belong here. With me.”
“No, I don’t,” he pants, unaware of how his body is betraying him.
I step fully into his space now until our cocks touch, and we both hiss at the contact.
“Yes you do, and you’ll enjoy it.”
He is close enough that I can see the fine lines of tension around his mouth, the rise and fall of his chest. He smells of soap and testosterone, a deadly combination for my senses.
I grab his hair with both hands, forcing him to look at me, to acknowledge that it’s me making him feel this intense pleasure.
“You don’t belong to yourself anymore, Leo. You belong to me.”
Before he can respond, I cover his mouth with mine and force my way in, pushing my tongue against his, tasting the hint of mint from where he brushed his teeth before leaving his apartment.
The kiss builds quickly in intensity, his hands moving up my back, pushing himself against my body as he takes and takes, giving himself over to this feverish kiss.
He moans as I push the kiss deeper, until our mouths become one.
The whole room shifts on its axis, my mind goes blank at how good this feels. At how good he feels.
I pull away, needing to move this on. Leo’s face is a mixture of confusion as he looks at me, eyes full of lust mixed with a frown of how the hell could he be enjoying this. I lift one finger and place it beneath his chin.
“I’m going to enjoy every second of this. Now, get on the bed on your hands and knees and show me that prepped hole of yours.”
Leo trembles, his cheeks blush a pretty pink. Humiliation.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?”
“It feels like you’re trying to embarrass me.”
“I’m only getting what I want, Leo. That’s a problem for you if you feel embarrassed.
Get on the bed and show me,” I growl at him, slapping that round ass as he tentatively places himself in the center of my bed.
I stand at the base of the bed and watch as he leans his shoulders down into the mattress, ass in the air in the yoga pose, letting me focus on the bullseye.
“Spread your ass cheeks,” I order, and I grip my cock in my hand, trying to control the need to cum already.
All I can hear is the sound of his panicked breath, as his hands reach behind himself and spread his ass open for me.
Holy shit, he has the most perfect hole.
The pretty rosette is smooth and open, all ready and waiting for its owner to claim it.
I can’t hold back. Without any control over my body, I lunge forward and bury my face in his ass and lick it up like my favorite dessert.
“Oh shit, Ethan. Fuck!” Leo shouts as he grabs the sheets beneath him, holding on for dear life as I take full control of his body. With his hole slightly loose from his earlier prep, I easily slip my tongue inside his tight channel, enjoying the flavors and moans he provides.
“Oh godddd,” he whimpers, pushing his ass back onto my mouth. I love that he loves it.
Saliva drips down his crack, catching on my beard as I triple my efforts, jabbing my tongue in a fast pace in and out of his hole, getting lost in the moment of pure ecstasy.
“Ethan…I’m gonna cum,” he says, with a shocked shrill tone that brings me out of my haze. So I stop, not wanting this to be over so soon.
I pull away, resting on my haunches and look down at his gaping ass, his back glistens with perspiration, his head is buried in the sheets, and I know his mind must be running a hundred miles an hour, full of questions.
“On your back. Lay flat,” I order as I get off the bed and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
I walk over to the mini fridge freezer on the other side of my room where I keep a stash of bottled water and ice.
I grab a large ice cube, and walk back over to the bed, while taking calming breaths as I look at the treat lying naked on my bed.
He’s so fucking beautiful. He belongs here, in my bed. Something I intend on making permanent.
I stand over him and he looks up at me, those hazel eyes soft and dazed. Relaxed. He looks at the ice cube in my hand and scrunches his face in confusion.
“What is that for?” he asks, and a genuine smile appears on my face.
“Oh innocent boy, I’m about to teach you a lot about that body of yours.”