Page 45 of Penalty Zone

As if in slow motion, his other hand cups my hip, squeezing.

I grab the back of his head and smash our mouths together. Kissing him is like the first save after a bad streak, a sigh of relief, coming home. Leo’s hand adjusts to fist my T-shirt, and for a moment, I’m afraid he’s going to push me away, but he tugs me closer. Our tongues tangle, and he groans into my mouth.

His palms flatten and stroke my chest, shoulders, and upper arms. Brazenly, I thread my fingers through his silky black hair and hitch my leg on his hip. I can’t get close enough. My body screams with the effort to get under his skin. Live in his heart. Feel his entire body weighing me down.

His arm grabs my thigh, securing us together, grinding against me, our hard cocks straining to get loose.

“Wait.” He pulls back, and I could cry at the regret I’m about to see. “Don’t move.” He nips my jaw and sets my foot back on thefloor. My body seizes as he strides to the door, and I’m positive he’s going to leave me here, but he locks it.

I meet him halfway because every second counts until he remembers all the reasons why we’re a terrible idea. I can’t think too hard or second-guess this either.

His lips are firm, and he commands my body with light touches.

“Please,” I beg, and don’t know what I’m asking. I would commit a crime for a soft bed right now. Horizontal would be so much better, but I’ll take whatever he’ll give me.

Both his hands palm my ass cheeks. Our bodies align perfectly. Eye to eye. Chest to chest. Dick to dick. There’s a constant whimpering sound, and I realize it’s coming from my throat. He lifts me a couple of inches off the floor, and I’m a mess for him.

We’re a beautiful disaster about to wreck each other.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he groans. I’m giddy with the reality of his lust.

“You were made for me.” He speaks against my lips so the words tumble down my throat, into my chest, and make a home inside me. I’ll always cherish them.

“I assumed time apart could cure my desire for you, but it made it worse. Knowing how you taste made me ravenous,” he growls.

“Show me how to make you feel good.” I lick into his mouth to suck his tongue, and a feral need for it to be his cock takes over.

One second, I’m in his arms, and the next, I’m on my knees, asking with my eyes for the privilege of pulling his pants down.

Leo has the slow, lazy smile of a man who’s about to get what he wants. His fingers sift through my hair, and he tugs at the ends so my neck stretches long at his mercy.

“Do you want to be my Good Boy and take my cock out?” he purrs.

I shudder, and my dick stands at attention, tenting my sweatpants and leaking. “Yes, sir. Please. Make me your very Good Boy.” I hold back the hysterical laughter that bubbles in my chest, joy trying to escape at being his Good Boy—his anything at all. I’m ready to declare my allegiance to Leo the Conqueror.

“I fantasized about this,” he says casually, as if his words don’t flip every switch in my body, lighting me up like a galaxy of suns. “I knew you’d look gorgeous on your knees for me, eager to please. Open your mouth.”

My jaw drops, and I stretch as wide as possible, placing my hands palms up on my thighs.

“Have you ever done this before?” he asks.

It’s difficult to swallow with my mouth open, but I manage, yet no words come out, so I shake my head. I’m not experienced, and he could stop this.

“I’ll teach you. You’ll never have to question what I want. Sound good?”

This has to be a dream or a joke because I think I’ve died and gone to whatever nirvana exists after we pass.

Leo’s chuckle booms in the space, surrounding me like a hug. “I’ll take that expression as a yes unless you tell me otherwise.” He cups my jaw tenderly, and I rub my cheek against his hand. Leo murmurs something too low for me to hear, but I see the fondness in his eyes and our auras are matching red.

He uses his other hand to tug his pants down to his knees. My tongue runs across my bottom lip, wetting it for him. When I saw his cock, he wasn’t hard and I’ve never been up close and personal with an uncircumcised penis. Honestly, I haven’t been this close to any dick, and I have no desire for another one. Only Leo’s.

“Stick out your tongue.”

My tongue quivers as he places his head on it, and instinctively, I understand I have to wait for his next instruction. I exercise extreme effort not to taste him. He’ll let me when he’s ready. I inhale deeply, drinking in his rich, musky scent. It’s literally mouthwatering, and I’m in danger of drooling.

“So good.” He scratches my scalp, and I sigh with contentment. “Lick me.”

I swirl my tongue around his tip and taste the salty precum, lapping at his slit as he makes more for me. Greedily, I trace his ridge and a vein down to his base and back up. When I glance up, his eyes are hooded and my dick jumps in response.

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