Chapter 4
Chapter
Four
“ H ow do you want me?” Torres asked breathlessly. He needed to try to calm himself down, but he’d wanted this man for so long that he was afraid it was a cruel dream and he’d wake up before he was ready. He just wanted the man to touch him. He didn’t care where or how he just wanted to feel Leo’s smooth skin on his.
Leo cocked his head. “Any preference?” He wanted to make sure he’d made assumptions before and it had never turned out well for him.
Torres shook his head. He really didn’t, hell he’d bend over if the man asked.
“Then on your back, I want to be able to see you.” Leo really did. He wanted to see the big man lose control.
Torres gulped. That was a very vulnerable position and not what he’d expected. He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart and nodded.
Leo quickly tore open the condom with his teeth, spitting the foil out somewhere on the bed, and eased it over his painful erection. Then covered his fingers in lube before grabbing one of Torres’ legs to rest it on his shoulder, opening the man up for easier access. “How long has it been since you bottomed?” Leo wanted Torres to enjoy this, so he needed to make sure he took his time and made sure he was prepared.
“Years,” Torres gasped, the burn stinging more than he remembered. “Fuck. I haven’t bottomed since I was a teenager, and just figuring out what sex was.” His hips jerked as he tried to find a position that didn’t make him tense up.
“Jesus, are you sure you want this?” Leo demanded. Was the man insane? He’d literally just shoved a finger in his. ass, no wonder he was tense.
“Fuck yes. Please don’t stop Leo. I promise I want this. It’s just been so long and I got nervous.”
Leo could see the pinch in Torres’ expression, but instead of asking him again if he wanted this, he moved back and took that deliciously wide cock head into his mouth and sucked hard as he pushed his finger all the way in. He was rewarded with a burst of pre-come and a muffled groan. He spit several times on that puckered star, adding to the lube and making his entrance easier.
Torres grunted, thrusting up in Leo’s mouth and pushing back on his finger, his brain misfiring to the point where he didn’t know what he wanted more. He was so overwhelmed with sensations he didn’t know what to do as Leo literally turned him into a puddle of goo. He carded his fingers in that shaggy blonde hair and pulled. The salacious pop of Leo’s lips when he released his dick damn near ended it right then. “Too close.” He rasped as he shivered. He grabbed the base of his dick in a tight hold, begging himself to hold on and not let this end so soon. He’d waited so long.
Leo nodded, sitting back. He had three fingers in Torres, and as he moved them around, he brushed up against Torres’ prostate to help ease the discomfort of being so full after so long but didn’t press hard enough to fully send him over. The blissful expression on Torres’ face snapped his control. He shoved a pillow under Torres’ hips to help him slide in easier. Then he held up Torres’ legs as he got into position. “You ready?”
Torres nodded. “If you don’t fuck me now Leo, I swear to God, I will tie you to this bed and fuck myself.”
Leo snorted. He pushed forward then paused when Torres tensed. “Fuck.” Torres was strangling the head of his dick. “You gotta relax, baby.”
Torres groaned. “Fuck you, you’re bigger than I thought.” Fuck him, Leo was long, a bit over average, but he hadn’t noticed he was as thick as a fucking tree trunk.
Leo chuckled, falling over him and settling into his warmth. “Then you move. I’ll wait.”
“Fuck.” Torres winced at the sharp pinch as he slowly pushed up, moving slowly but steadily to ease the intrusion.
Leo held still until Torres’ pace picked up. “Are you ready for me to move?”
“Yes, fuck yes, please move.” Torres growled.
Leo grinned. The man under him was at least four inches taller than his own six-one, but he was taking his dick like a pro, and begging for it at that. “Fuck, I’m not going to last.” He gasped, his orgasm shooting to the surface.
Torres’ head shot up and he pinned him with a glare. “Don’t you dare leave me hanging, you dick.”
Leo giggled. “Forging hell, Torres,” He snapped his hips trying to aim for the man’s prostate. Thankfully, his shock at Torres’ outburst made his orgasm recede.
Torres almost bucked Leo off when he pegged his prostate. “Fuck.” He wheezed. “Right there,…harder.”
Leo put one foot on the bed to give his thrusts more power as he did what he was asked. He went after Torres’ spot like a man possessed. When Torres suddenly tensed, Leo thought he’d hurt the man until he called out his name as he flooded their chests with his release. “Oh, fuck, oh shit.” Leo rutted into him as Torres’ moans urged him on. He felt like he couldn’t get deep enough and cursed the condom, knowing he wanted to mark this man as his for as long as he could.
“Come already dammit, my ass hurts.” Torres grumbled, making Leo laugh.
“Quit making me laugh, dammit.” Leo slowed his thrusts out of spite, making them glide instead of bulldoze.
“But your laugh is so sexy.” Torres rumbled. He was so tired all of the sudden, the gentle rocking of Leo’s body into his was easy and with Leo leaning over him it was like he was all snuggled up and he just wanted to take a nap. He was just going to close his eyes for a second.
“Don’t you dare fall asleep on me.” Leo said offended as he grabbed Torres’ sensitive dick and squeezed.
“Fuck!” Torres yelled, bucking hard. “Damn.” He shuddered.
“Coming,” Leo grated out.
“Thank fuck.” Torres grated as he stuck his tongue out at Leo.
Leo laughed as his orgasm rolled through him, turning it into a deep groan. “Jesus.” He shuddered as the last of his climax tore through him. “You ok?”
Torres hummed in agreement before yawning and closing his eyes.
Leo snorted, ridiculously pleased he could have that effect on the man. He grabbed the end of the condom as he pulled out, then moved to grab a cloth to clean up.
Torres was already dozing when he felt a warm towel touch his chest. “Ugh,” he grunted.
Leo chuckled. “Just cleaning you up, go back to sleep.” He gazed at the man as he did. He knew Torres was a mix of Hispanic and Indian. His dark smooth skin was one of his favorite things about the man. That and his shoulders. The man had wide shoulders that he drooled over. Sue him, he just wanted to lick them, and that curtain of dark curly chest hair, yes, please. He had so many dirty fantasies involving those thick shoulders. His dark black hair was short and straight on the sides but curly on the top, but was so soft when he reached out to pet it. He grinned when he got a purring sound in response to his caress. “Do you want me to stay here or go back to my room?” Those chocolate-brown eyes slowly opened to look at him.
“Are you serious about what you said?” Torres asked softly.
“About trying with you? Yes, I am.” Leo nodded.
Torres looked at the pillow beside him. “Then there’s your spot.”
Leo huffed out a laugh. “Got it.” He tossed the rag in the hamper and slid into the soft bed next to the man. “Damn, amazing bed.” He grunted.
Torres gave him a lazy smile as he pulled him closer. “Yeah, Kade’s is better though.” He mumbled, already slipping back into sleep.
Leo shifted around so Torres could spoon him from behind and grinned. The man was possessive. Those strong arms were wrapped tightly around his waist and the man’s hot breath coasted across his neck. He couldn’t even remember falling asleep.
When Leo woke up the next morning, Torres was still passed out, sprawled out on the bed like a starfish. He shoved his face into the pillow to muffle his laugh. Torres made a cute little snuffle sound as he rolled over.
“What’s so funny?” He slurred.
Leo smiled. “You.”
Torres blinked at a fuzzy Leo as he tried to wake up. He always had trouble waking up. It was like his mind fought hard to stay asleep. “Me?”
“Yeah, you’re adorable.” He laughed at Torres’ affronted look.
“Take that back!” Torres huffed.
Leo snorted into his neck as he kissed him. “No.” He licked his suddenly dry lips when Torres stretched those long corded muscles covered in dark soft skin. It took his breath away. Not to mention the man was a bear. A dark curtain of curly back hair spanned his chest and tapered down to the trimmed bush at the base of his dick. A dick that was currently growing. He smirked. “Ready for more?”
Torres chuckled and gave himself a half-hearted tug. “No, more sleep.” He grunted and rolled over, leaving Leo to fend for himself.
“Dick.” Leo muttered.
“Shouldn’t you be writing?” Torres fired back, looking sleepily at Leo over his shoulder.
Leo groaned. “Fuck off party pooper.” As pay back he bent down and quickly licked Torres pucker before jumping from the bed. He relished the startled gasp he got.
“Forging hell, Leo,” Torres hissed, through the bolt of lust that wracked his body.
Leo caressed the back of Torres’ head before he leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Get some more sleep. I’ll either be in the room writing or doing research.”
“Sure?” Torres blinked at him sleepily.
Leo smiled softly at the big man. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Kay.” Torres puckered his lips and grinned when Leo pecked them before leaving the room.
Leo had to take a few minutes to calm himself. He’d loved Deagan since they had been young and he’d never imagined himself with anyone else, but already Torres was making him feel things he’d never felt, and that thought scared him. Losing Deagan’s love, and then losing him completely damn near, broke him. He had no idea what he would do if he lost Torres. The man had been a constant in his life for several months and he was starting to forget what it was like before him. The fact that his family adored the man helped his anxiety about starting something with the man, but that was only part of it. He shook himself and made a mental note to think more about it later, as he pulled out his laptop to get ready to start a new chapter.