cover him in that would hide beneath his fancy lawyer clothes all day long.
My cock throbs, and my balls tighten as heat courses through me and my breathing speeds up. The flavor of Leo’s cum still lingers on my lips and tongue, the smell of sweat and sex hanging heavy in the air around us. Rutting through the crease of his ass, my piercing catching on his hole with each pass, it’s easy to imagine sinking inside, feeling his tight heat clutching tight around me as I fuck him hard and deep. It would be even better with Bishop or Hudson behind me, filling me, fucking me, making me scream. The other could kneel in front of Leo, coaxing his cock back to life to suck him off all over again.
“Fuck,” I groan, my cock pulsing hard at the fantasy. I release my grasp on Leo’s ass, wrapping my arms around him and fucking against him faster. A moan catches in my throat, and I bite down hard against Leo’s shoulder, my orgasm exploding through me. I shudder and grunt, my hips stuttering their rhythm as I continue to grind and hump against him, spilling my release into the crease of his ass.
As the waves of my orgasm wane, I slump against Leo to catch my breath, and he chuckles.
“Damn, that was not what I was expecting,” he says, still sounding breathless.
“You’re telling me,” I agree with a laugh, easing my weight off of him so he can stand up.
“Um, not that it’s not hot as hell that I’m covered in your cum, but I kind of need to go back to work after this. Is there anything I can clean up with?”
I probably should’ve thought about that before making such a mess. I glance around the bare apartment helplessly before kicking my pants off and stepping out of my boxer briefs. I wad the material up and use it to clean Leo up before pulling my jeans up and shoving my soiled underwear into the pocket.
“Good as new,” I declare.
“Still a little sticky, but it’ll do.” He fixes his clothes and runs his hands through his hair. “Hey, um, this might sound kind of lame, but I had an idea for a date I’d love to take you on, if you’re up for it?” The uncertainty in his voice is endearing as hell. He drops his gaze from mine, busying himself with tucking his shirt back in.
“I would love to. How does Friday night work for you?”
“Friday night sounds perfect.”
Chapter 23
Leo
I swipe my hand through the fog clinging to the bathroom mirror, opening the door a crack to let some of the steam out while I dry off. I hear footsteps, and a smile plays over my lips. Bishop wasn’t home yet when I jumped in the shower, but I was hoping he would be before I’d have to leave for my date with Riot tonight.
“Hey, B,” I call out.
The footsteps draw nearer and within a few seconds, the door is creaking open wider and Bishop is poking his head into the bathroom. His eyes land on me, standing wet and naked in front of the sink, my cock half-hard from the time I lingered over it in the shower and my muscles hard from the long lunch I took to spend at the gym.
“Fuck,” he mutters, licking his lips and staring at me shamelessly. His attention makes my cock even harder, going from semi hard to heavy and plump.
“Don’t distract me; I told Riot I’d pick him up in half an hour.”
“If he could see how insanely hot you look right now, I think he’d understand,” he says.
I smirk and beckon him closer. I don’t want to be late, but I’m sure I can spare a minute or two for a kiss.
Bishop comes closer, and I wrap my arms around him, the moisture clinging to my skin soaking through his dress shirt immediately. He puts his arms around my neck and lifts his lips to mine, clearly on the same page I am. Our noses bump and the little bit of stubble on his cheeks rubs against my freshly shaved face.
“I love you.” The words slip from my lips before I have the chance to overthink them or wonder if it’s the right time. I wanted to tell him over a romantic dinner, not standing naked in the bathroom while I get ready for a date with someone else. But Bishop doesn’t seem put off by it at