Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,71

and sending a shockwave through me. “Oh fuck,” I groan.

Leo holds my gaze while he sucks me, a hungry look in his eyes that makes the sight even hotter. His lips are stretched around my cock, shiny with spit just like my cock is.

“I’m not going to last,” I warn, my lungs burning as I drag in faster breaths, heat licking at my body with every pass of his mouth over my cock.

“Don’t swallow,” Riot says, his voice deep and rough, the commanding tone ramping my arousal higher. My balls constrict, and I groan, twisting my fingers in Leo’s hair and fucking his mouth desperately. He strokes me with his tongue, the wet sound of his sucks driving me wild.

“Fuck, fuck,” I pant, my thighs starting to tremble, the pit of my stomach tightening. Riot pinches my nipple, and I’m done for. “I’m coming,” I gasp, my toes curling as I moan and thrust into his mouth.

Just like Riot told him, Leo doesn’t swallow. He pulls back enough that every drop of my cum lands on his tongue, with the exception of some that trickles out of the corner of his mouth. He laps at the sensitive head of my cock before pulling off.

Leo sits up on his knees, and Riot grabs him by the back of the neck, dragging him into a sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue into Leo’s mouth as saliva and cum coats both their lips and chin. I’m boneless from my orgasm, but the sight of them kissing is almost enough to wake up my cock for a second round.

The kiss breaks, and Riot places a few gentle pecks against Leo’s smiling lips, and then uses his thumb to wipe Leo’s mouth off. It’s a sweet tender gesture completely at odds with the fact that he was just licking my cum off of Leo’s tongue. Round two doesn’t sound like the worst idea ever. My cock twitches, and a needy shiver runs through my body.

“Thank you for letting me watch the two of you together. It was beautiful,” Riot says. He lays back down next to me and kisses me gently, the flavor of my cum still on his lips.

“Damn, I need to shower and get ready for work. It’s late,” Leo says, noticing the time on the clock beside my bed.

“Me too,” I groan, more than content to spend the rest of the day in bed with them. “Do you work tonight?” I ask Riot.

“Not tonight, why?”

“I was thinking that I’ve been too busy to hang out with Pax and that whole group recently. What if the four of us got together with them for dinner and drinks?” I make the suggestion carefully, bracing for Leo to argue about having to spend time with Hudson.

“I’m in. I still owe Hudson that civil conversation I promised,” he says, winking at me when I smile.

“I’m in too. Just text me the details when you hammer them out,” Riot agrees. “I’ll start coffee for you and take off so you can get to work.”

“Thank you.” I kiss him one last time and climb out of bed. Leo hesitates, and Riot grins with that intoxicating cocky energy of his before he leans forward and kisses Leo too. He blushes at the sweet kiss, stumbling a little as he climbs out of bed.

Happiness bubbles inside me like the fizz in a shaken soda. Leo is going to talk to Hudson; he and Riot are connecting; things are good with Hudson again. Everything feels exactly right.

Riot

I pull into the parking lot of the restaurant Bishop texted me to meet at, and I find Hudson getting out of his car at the same time.

“Hey,” I call, and he stops in his tracks, spinning around and raising a hand to wave at me. He waits as I make my way over to him. He’s dressed in his usual dress shirt and suit pants, the expensive watch around his wrist. I wonder how he would feel if I told him I liked him better in the casual clothes he wore when we hung out at his place the other night?

“Hey,” he greets, his hand twitching toward me before he shoves it into his pocket, an awkward smile tugging at his lips.

Fuck that’s cute.

“You look nervous.”

“I’m not sure how it’s going to go spending more than five minutes around Leo,” he admits.

I can’t say I understand whatever is going on between the two of them, but any time they mention each other, I swear I