Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,54

giving him my best sultry gaze.

Again, just as he pulls back to hit the ball, I pull out the big guns to distract him. “Do you want to fuck me tonight, or do I get to make you scream with my cock buried in your ass?”

“Fuck,” Leo curses as he overshoots the hole, his ball bouncing over the small concrete barrier and landing with a splash in the little river behind it.

“So, if I get a hole in one, I win, right?” I ask sweetly, and Leo grumbles. “Don’t worry, I’ll still let you sleep in my bed tonight.”

That doesn’t seem to comfort him much, and as I get ready to take my shot, I brace for whatever dirty tactics he might deploy to distract me. I swing the club, and his hand darts out, finding my nipple through my shirt and pinching it hard. I gasp, electricity bolting down my spine, my cock jerking violently and my balls constricting. By some miracle, I manage to control my stroke, the ball rolling down toward the hole and dropping inside with a plunk.

“God damn, I can’t believe you just gave me a titty twister,” I complain, rubbing my aching nipple. “I almost came in my pants.”

“I can’t believe you made that shot.”

“Come on, let’s go home. You can worry about how you’ll be nice to Hudson later; I want to finish our date first.”

“I was going to take you out to dinner too,” he argues.

“I’d rather get naked right now and order something once we’ve both come our brains out.”

His breath catches. “Let’s do that.”

Chapter 14

Leo

My heart is pounding, and my cock is hard enough to pound nails as I follow Bishop up to the apartment, his ass flexing with each step, tempting me to bend him over right here in the stairwell.

He stops to unlock the door, and I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my lips to the back of his neck and grinding my hard cock against the generous curve of his ass. He teased about who would top tonight, and the truth is I couldn’t care less, as long as I have him naked and panting my name, the logistics don’t matter to me.

Bishop lets out a quiet moan, pushing his ass back against me and tilting his head so I can kiss along the side of his neck, seeming to forget for a second that he was trying to get the door open.

“God, Leo,” he groans as I graze my teeth along his pulse point.

“Open the door, B,” I murmur, and he moans again.

“Right, sorry.” The keys jangle in his hand, and the door finally swings open. We stumble inside, my arms still around him as I kick the door closed behind me.

Bishop wiggles out of my grasp, spinning around in my arms and claiming my lips in a bruising kiss. I slide my hands under his shirt, dragging my fingers along the expanse of his back, drinking in his warm skin as our tongues tangle. He backs me against the door and grinds his hard cock against mine, the clothes between us only making me desperate for more.

I grab the hem of his shirt and drag it over his head, breaking the kiss to toss it away. He tugs mine off too, his teeth grazing my jaw as his hands work my pants open. Heat licks at my skin everywhere he touches me, my cock throbbing to be freed.

I groan as he wrenches my pants open, the outline of my erection straining against the softer fabric of my boxer briefs, bulging past my fly, a dark, wet spot forming at the head. Bishop hums happily, sucking on my collar bone and slipping his hand into my underwear.

My head falls back against the door with a thunk, my breath hitching as he wraps his fingers around me and strokes.

“Do you have any idea how many times in my life I’ve jerked off and thought about your cock?” he murmurs, and my cock jerks in his grasp.

“Tell me,” I pant.

“God, I’ve lost count,” he says with a quiet chuckle. “I had this fantasy when I was younger—I saw it in a porn and couldn’t get over it for months. It was this image in my head of you kneeling over me: we’re both totally naked, and you’re jerking yourself off. Sometimes you’re using your free hand to hold my wrists over my head so I can’t touch myself, but you’re straddling me so my cock keeps