“Yes,” I say, then kiss him harder as he tugs and pulls, making my dick twitch, begging for release.
His hips start to move upward in a stuttered fuck, and then he falls back down and hisses in pain. “Sorry. Sorry,” he breathes out. “I want more, but it hurts to move.”
“I’ve got you.” My fingers slip beneath his waistband, and I shove the elastic down past his dick and balls. It’s thick against my palm—warm and throbbing, the veins prominent, the skin a sort of ruddy flush of a man so turned on, he’s ready to spill.
Leo shifts restlessly from side to side as I stroke him once, root to tip. A blush creeps from his neck into his cheeks, and his eyes are wide as they lock on my face.
“Again,” he tells me.
I obey, and this time, I don’t stop with one. I stroke him up and down, faster, harder, a fapping sound filling the room as I draw him closer to his orgasm. His breath stutters in his chest, and one hand flies down, pressing over mine as he shows me exactly how he likes it.
A little tighter squeeze, a little slower, all the way down until the side of my hand grazes his balls, then all the way up, briefly cupping the head of his dick before starting over again. It’s so thick in my hand, and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like inside of me.
I’ve used toys before, but this…god, this would be so much better.
“I want you to fuck me,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
His entire body goes still, and my hand freezes. His breath is coming in heavy pants, and his dick kicks against my palm like it’s trying to urge me on, though I don’t move. Not yet.
I don’t know if I’ve said the wrong thing.
Leo’s eyes cut down to his wrapped legs, then back up to my face, and he seems almost frantic. “North. I—I can’t. I won’t be able to move enough.”
“Oh my god, no. I don’t mean now.” I surge in and kiss him, soothing his panic until I feel him relax against me. Then I begin to stroke him, loose and slow, as I pull back. “I want to feel you inside me, but I can be patient.” My cock throbs in my boxers as I pick up the pace again and squeeze tightly.
“Oh god,” he moans, voice thready. His body goes stiff all over again, and he grips the back of my neck, yanking me into a kiss that’s mostly him panting into my mouth…
…and then he’s coming.
Hard.
He gasps, and I catch his breath on my tongue as his fingers claw at my shoulders and back. His rough gasp turns into a chest-deep moan, and his hips fuck up into my hand, and he spills and spills until there’s nothing left.
His dick softens slightly as he drops back against the pillows, and he lets out a small whimper of pain as I let him go. My gaze catches on his flushed cheeks, on his kiss-swollen lips half-parted as he tries to catch his breath. My own dick was on the verge of exploding, but it starts to flag when I see how much discomfort he’s in.
I need to know he’s okay.
“How’s your pain?”
“Not bad. I promise.” His eyes are a little wild still, almost feverish, and he presses a palm to my bare chest. The touch is fucking exquisite, and I do everything I can not to pin him to the bed and rub off on him until I come.
“Will you let me make it good for you?” he asks, dragging a hand down to my cock.
I start to shake my head. “I can tell you’re hurting.”
“I don’t care. I need to feel you. Please, North…”
Like I’m going to let him beg for that. I push up higher onto my knees, then shimmy my boxers down to the middle of my thighs.
I have wanted this for so long. I’ve come with him twice, but only untouched, so it takes a single graze of his fingers on my shaft for my dick to fully harden again. And when he grips me tight, I nearly lose it.
“Leo,” I breathe, his name ragged on my lips.
His grip tightens, and then he begins to stroke me so fast his fist slams up against my lower stomach, and my vision goes white around the edges.
Falling forward, I only just manage to catch myself with my hands on the headboard before pleasure rockets through me. It’s like fire licking at my skin, and I have zero control as the wave of white-hot ecstasy rips up my spine. My eyes slam shut, and next thing I know, I’m shooting thick, hot ropes all over Leo’s stomach and chest.
I can’t breathe for a second, my head swimming as I attempt to suck in a lungful of air, and by the time the world’s right again, he’s reaching for my discarded T-shirt to mop up the mess we both left behind.
