a disaster.
Something flashes across Riot’s face before it returns to neutral. “Talking is always a good plan.”
“Good.” I nod resolutely. We’ll all have a talk, and maybe Bishop and I will get a bigger place together. With that decision made, a weight feels like it’s been eased off of my shoulders, and I notice for the first time how close Riot is standing and how good he smells.
I lean in closer, dragging my nose against the side of his throat and a delicious, lusty feeling tightens between my legs.
“I don’t have to be back to the office for a little while still,” I murmur suggestively, pressing my lips against the side of his throat, feeling his pulse beat faster against them.
Riot
Leo thrusts his hips forward, pressing his hardening cock against mine, just in case I didn’t catch the implication. I dig my fingers into his hips, tilting my head so he has more access to my neck, and meet his thrust as a groan tumbles from my lips.
“What’d you have in mind?” I ask, trailing one hand down to his ass to pull him against me. My cock grows hard and heavy as I feel his stiffening with each thrust. His pants tent, the soft material of the suit pants doing nothing to contain his erection.
“I don’t care; I just want you,” he murmurs, his teeth grazing against my Adam’s apple and sending an electric thrill through me.
I don’t have a condom on me, so options are limited, but I’ve never let that stop me before. There are always creative, safe ways to get off when you come unprepared.
I turn my head in search of his mouth as I work his pants open. His lips are hot and wet against mine. He’s not a passive kisser like Bishop, nor is he as aggressive as Hudson: he’s somewhere in between, giving and taking, meeting my tongue and then tempting me to kiss him deeper.
I slip my hand into his underwear, wrapping it around his cock and stroking him from base to tip and catching his moans in my mouth. He unbuttons my pants and reaches inside too, gasping around my tongue when his fingers meet my piercing.
“Holy fuck, that’s…” he trails off with a moan, dragging his index finger along the metal hoop and sending a shiver through me at the gentle tug of the jewelry.
“You like it?”
“Oh yeah.” He nods and then gasps when I tighten my grip on his cock.
I break the kiss and sink to my knees, my hand still on his erection, still stroking him as I look up.
I wrap my lips around his cock, laving my tongue over the silky steel as I take him into my mouth. Leo slumps against the window and groans, running his fingers through my hair and tugging gently, urging me on.
I bob my head, taking his cock deep over and over, saliva and precum dripping down my chin as I suck him. His cock is thick, stretching my lips and making my throat burn every time he hits the back.
He gasps and pleads, thrusting into my mouth and biting his lip as his cock gets harder and harder between my lips. I moan around his length, sucking sloppily.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, and his cock pulses against my tongue. I pull back so he doesn’t shoot directly down my throat, instead collecting his cum in my mouth. He shudders, and the pulsing slows, his grip on my hair loosening.
I pull off his cock and spit my mouthful of cum into my hand, shoving my pants down and wrapping my slicked hand around my own cock. Leo groans, watching me spread his release all over my straining erection.
“Turn around,” I rumble, and he spins without question, putting his hands against the glass window and shoving his ass toward me. I get to my feet and grab his ass cheeks in both hands, smearing some of the cum still on my hand all over his skin. “I won’t go inside,” I assure him. Silly me, I didn’t expect apartment hunting to turn sexual, not that I’m complaining.
I slide my cock between his cheeks, groaning at the filthy, wet sounds it makes. I squeeze his ass cheeks together to make a tighter channel for my cum covered cock to thrust against.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Leo pants, his fingers curling against the glass.
I grunt in agreement, leaning forward and nipping at the back of his shoulder through his dress shirt, imagining the marks I could