Limitless - Kate Hawthorne Page 0,10

the alcove.

“Do what?”

“Kiss me.”

5

Andy

Before he could second-guess what he’d just said, Leonidas dipped his head and pressed their mouths together. His lips were full, but cold from the rain, and he kissed Andy like he was trying to get warm again. It was odd for Andy to be the one with his back against the wall, to have his head held immobile by another man, to feel so utterly out of control while actually having all of it.

“Open,” he whispered against Leonidas’s now warm lips, and Leonidas did, a small and salacious moan tumbling into Andy’s mouth as he did. It was hardly a kiss, just their open mouths sealed together, the air moving between their parted lips and their desperate tongues.

Andy could feel Leonidas’s cock tapping against his leg, pushing toward him in interest, and Andy drummed his fingers against the outside of his own thigh.

“May I?” He tapped his fingers against the front of Leonidas’s thigh, barely an inch from where his cock lay. He hoped his intention was clear.

“May you what?” Leonidas asked, his lips curving upward against Andy’s mouth.

Andy flexed his fingers, pressing into Leonidas’s leg.

“Touch you back,” he whispered.

“Yes.”

Andy pressed his tongue forward, slipping into Leonidas’s mouth. This was crazy, but it felt natural, expected somehow. Leonidas tasted like coffee and sugar and he smelled like oranges, Andy realized. Around them, rain continued to fall, and the recognizable smells of wet concrete filtered up and mixed with the citrus. He reached for the fly of Leonidas’s pants, popped the button and undid the zipper, then shoved his hand behind the waistband of Leonidas’s tight briefs.

“This is crazy,” Leonidas murmured against his mouth, but Andy swallowed the protest as he closed his fist around Leonidas’s hard, hot cock.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, another check for consent, another silent moment of his fingers being invisibly crossed.

“Ohi,” Leonidas rasped. “No.”

“Open my pants,” Andy whispered, “take out my cock.”

Leonidas fumbled around Andy’s arm and managed to get his pants undone, then his hand was around Andy’s cock and he mumbled a curse against Andy’s mouth.

“I’m going to make you come.” Andy stretched his hand and used the heel of his palm to push Leonidas’s hand out of the way. He took them both into his fist and gave a rough jerk of his wrist.

Leonidas grunted into his mouth, raising onto his toes and stumbling forward, boxing Andy in against the wall. He didn’t stop; it didn’t faze him. With their erections under his control, Andy was where he liked to be—with the upper hand.

“You sound sure.”

Andy shoved his free hand down the back of Leonidas’s pants, grabbing one of his cheeks and hauling him close. His fingertips dug hard into his flesh and Leonidas whimpered, he fucking whimpered.

“I am sure.”

He worked their cocks faster, harder, a punishing grip and twist of his wrist wringing him toward his completion. He didn’t know how far gone Leonidas was. He didn’t know the other man’s tells; he didn’t know if his breathing quickened or slowed, if his muscles tightened or relaxed, and it was as he worried about the complexities of Leonidas’s orgasm that it happened.

Leonidas came, using Andy’s mouth to muffle a pleasured moan, and he spilled against Andy’s hand, hot cum slicking between Andy’s fingers. Andy didn’t stop, using the cum to lubricate his own cock as he pushed toward his own end, but after a few strokes, Leonidas began to wince, shifting his weight like he was unable to get comfortable.

Andy imagined it was painful, the tender sensitivity that only came post orgasm, and he moved to release Leonidas from his hand and jack himself off until he came, but Leonidas’s hand was there, circling around his wrist and holding him steady. The approval was hot and it sent Andy over the edge. He shot off, spurts of release flying between them and spattering against Leonidas’s exposed belly.

He gave them both another stroke, then dropped his head and his hand against the wall with a sigh. Leonidas chased after him, burying his face into the crook of Andy’s neck and peppering kisses along his rain-wet and sweat-damp skin.

Leonidas murmured something in Greek, and Andy let his eyes close. He listened to the deep rasp of the foreign words against his ears and the gentle pitter-patter of the rainstorm that was now passing. If he strained his ears, he could hear the sounds of the city around them, laughter and conversation, and he pried his eyes open, realizing