Page 6 of Penalty Zone

My tongue runs over my bottom lip, and I’m dying to taste him.

Never going to happen. The one huge flaw in all my fantasies is that Leo Griffin is straight. I can pretend otherwise, but facts are facts. He was married to Mason’s mom for a decade and a half.And dates women, per his social media content. My pea brain can conjure up a million situations where Leo is into me, but in real life…never ever going to happen.

Leo slings the towel over his shoulder, and his hand twitches as if he’ll touch his incredible cock. But he doesn’t.

The head’s hidden under his foreskin, and my tongue throbs to explore it. Find out if he’s more sensitive because all the nerve endings are intact.

My mind drifts back to our one-on-one practice the other day. The way he ordered me around and how much I loved it.

Thoughts zoom through my head at a million miles an hour all the darn time, but he provides a break. A break by being dominant enough to make me obey.

With Leo, I dropped like it was my sole job, and my brain went blessedly blank. My thoughts fell on the ice and froze along with it, exacting the peace my mind seeks.

Leo refills his glass. The stainless steel fridge is spotless and reflects his image, but he’s standing too close for me to see his cock.

I already miss it. Which is dumb because it’s a forbidden peek that I should immediately forget.

Since I’m not actually invisible, I’ve plastered my back to the door as if it will shield me if he turns. And right before he stops filling the glass, his ass cheeks flex. Round mounds of flesh bounce and jiggle, then his torso twists so his abs engage and tighten, accentuating his cum gutters.

Fuck me sideways and upside down. Literally, if these are my last moments on earth, I’m dying with a grin. An inappropriate grin, but at this point, Hades is in the underworld, calling my name.

With my luck, I’ll be stuck in purgatory with this view. Never getting anything more.

Never seeing Leo hard. Never tasting his skin. Never swallowing his cock until he comes down my throat.

In my alternate universe, Leo orders me to my knees, and I kneel like the slut I am, mouth wide open, waiting for more instructions. He calls me something sweet and cutesy that I should hate, but instead it makes me harder.

Stay focused, Benz.

My imagination takes over every brain cell.

Leo won’t let me touch him, but he’ll slap my face with his cock, precum coating my lips that I’m not allowed to lick. He’ll tell me if I’m a good boy, he’ll let me lick his head. No more than the tip. He’ll be so hard it will poke out of the foreskin and beg for my mouth.

My own dick will be leaking in my pants the way it is now. He’ll make me wait and wait until my jaw hurts from hanging open and my knees ache from the hardwood floors.

And when I’m about to give up, Leo will run his large fingers through my hair, grab a fistful, and tip my head back so he can feed me his cock.

The scene I’ve created is so real, almost as if I could close my eyes and enjoy the weight of him on my tongue. It’s fake, and I’m shaking against his door, torn between throwing myself at his feet or leaping off the balcony across the living room.

There’s a whimper on my tongue instead of him, and I bite my lip so hard I taste blood. Life goal: taste his cum. If I can come in purgatory, I’ll sign up tomorrow. If not, this image will be with me even after I die.

I’ve immortalized a naked Leo for eternity in the recesses of my memory. Cosmic energy will preserve it for all time.

My dick’s a touch away from emptying my balls. A light brush of his finger or an exhale would be enough.

Leo’s still standing there naked in his kitchen, and it seems he’s breathing deeper than usual. I’m looking at him, but morethan my sight is aware of him. His aura burns bright red, and I feel his essence.

If he stood in my apartment in the pitch dark, I would know him. I sense him on an elemental level. I can thank my hippie mother for that belief, but it’s true. Every living being gives off a frequency of energy, and I’m attuned to his.

His energy touches me as sure as his hand would.

My world tilts as he turns toward his bedroom. Someone in the universe has my back since I didn’t get caught. He’s out of sight, and it’s safe to leave.

With my hand on the doorknob, I hear Leo’s voice down the hall. “Benz, I’m changing the code, and tell my son never to give it to his little friends again.”

Death, here I come.

Chapter 4

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