Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
He’d probably be the only one to ever dare fuck Leo, and Leo would take their secret to his grave.
He let out a broken groan when Leo’s cock twitched in his hand. Cum sprayed his stomach and hand as Leo came, trying to budge Zolt’s hold and steal a kiss, but Zolt liked his moans too much to let him.
“I know how to make you feel good,” Zolt said, grabbing Leo’s wrist to keep in place as he moved his hips, slamming into the oiled-up fist until he couldn’t think about anything but the pleasure Leo’s body could still give him.
Zolt had fantasized about fucking one of the Heller boys for so many years, and the time had finally come—his prize was pinned to the table. One day Leo would learn the joys of bottoming for a stud like Zolt, but all that mattered right now was the tight, hot, slippery hole created by Leo’s hand. When Zolt came, he bit into Leo’s neck with a happy groan.
What a goddamn good morning.
He wiped his cum-stained hand on Leo’s back and licked his way to Leo's lips, which had dried out from gasping, and needed his attention.
“You’re so damn hot, Leo,” he whispered, their chests so tight together no woman in Leo’s life could have squeezed in.
Leo tightened his embrace, still barely catching his breath. “Tell me more. What do you like about me?”
“Fishing for compliments already?” Zolt asked with a smile tugging on his lips as they kissed. He moved his hands to Leo’s thighs and pulled them closer, until they squeezed his waist.
Leo grinned, carefree in the afterglow, and wrapped his arms around Zolt’s neck. “Is that not allowed? I must have already told you how you remind me of a huggable brick wall, and how your dick is porn-worthy. Gimme something. Or am I just easy and that’s it?”
“Every guy is easy. But you’re…” Zolt licked his lips, aware of the way Leo’s gaze followed the movement of his tongue. He loved to see his partners driven crazy with lust until they could no longer think about anything else but riding his dick, all responsibilities and rules forgotten. “I like that you’re confident in what you want. I like your body, it’s just the way I like men—fit but not as big as me. And I like that you still have the face of a boy, with big eyes and a mouth I want to put to depraved work,” he said, digging his fingers into Leo’s cheeks to make him pout.
Leo snorted and playfully pushed him away before sliding off the table. “Asshole! I’m nearly thirty. Talk about a backhanded compliment.”
And he did look his age, but the way he smiled at Zolt took years off his face. He was playful like a sated tiger. And cute, but Zolt wouldn’t tell him that, fearing it might spoil the mood. He’d never lived with a man he also hooked up with, and while it still worried him whether he wouldn’t get tired of Leo’s constant presence, his new catch was pleasant to be around, as evidenced by the patience he’d had for Zolt’s petty sulking the evening before.
Maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad to have a roommate?
For the time being at least. Especially one as hot as Leo.
They cleaned up with some paper towels, and Zolt was glad Leo didn’t create a nervous atmosphere about what they’d just done. Unlike many of Zolt’s other straight hook-ups whose existential angst couldn’t wait until they left his apartment. He wasn’t interested in their problems or sexual identity.
“So that guy… at the door? Was that something serious?” Leo asked, picking up his lukewarm coffee.
Zolt smelled his own cup and exhaled with relief when the familiar taste rolled down his tongue. “David? No. He’s just a guy I hooked up with once. I won’t contact him while you’re here.”
“But didn’t he say he had a wife, or that he dumped his wife for you, or something like that?”
Zolt swallowed and looked at Leo with a tight smile. He supposed, it was better to get the morality talk out of the way. “I don’t know his wife, and I never promised him anything. If someone chooses to get married, staying faithful is their own responsibility, not mine.”
Leo hummed over his cup. “If you don’t know, you don’t, but it’s a deal-breaker for me. I’d hate to be cheated on, so I wouldn’t want to have any part in that kind of thing.”
Sounded like a guy who had been cheated on.
Zolt sighed. “Look, I think marriage is overrated, anyway. Those guys get married, and then they realize they’re not getting everything they need. Most love their wives in some way and want to stay with them, but still need to have their asses pounded once in a while. It takes off the edge for them, or so they often try to rationalize it. We don’t live in a country where you’re legally required to stay married, so they could get a divorce, but they’re too comfortable or too cowardly to make that move. But whether their wives know or not is not my problem, because I’m not the one who stood at the altar and made a commitment.”