Page 46 of Innocent

Chapter Eleven

Do I wish my first time could’ve been romance and candlelight and slow, gentle teasing?

Yeah, but I also wish my parents weren’t homophobic assholes. In other words, I have what I have, so I’m going to make the best of the situation.

Delicious, frantic desperation engulfs us as we kiss and I shed clothes where we’ve ended up on Leo’s bed, with me on top. I’m already down to my jeans, and Leo’s still mostly dressed, when I manage to ask it.

“Lube?”

“Drawer.” He points.

I dive for the nightstand. Then I stand on the bed, shove down my jeans and briefs, kick them off the bed, and straddle Leo again. Leo’s gaze hungrily devours me while his hands roam my body. There’s something needy and barely constrained in his every movement, like he’s holding back.

I wish he wouldn’t. My first time or not, I don’t want him to hold back.

I want him to consume me and shut down my brain, erase the sound of—

gunshots

—from my mind. I want him to anchor me to the here and now, to him and this bed.

I fumble his slacks open and pull out his cock—hallelujah, the man’shung!—and quickly slick him and my ass with lube.

Then I’m impaling myself on him, his cock sliding inside me and feeling sooo much better than any toy I’ve ever had in there. My body engulfs him, and I don’t stop until my happy ass is pressing against his thighs.

“Fuck, yeah!” I gasp before I lean in and eagerly kiss him.

Leo wraps an arm around my waist and grabs the back of my neck with the other hand. “Wait.”

“No, I’mnotwaiting. Iwantthis.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I laugh. “I appreciate your concern, except I have toyswaybigger than you. I might be a virgin but I’mnotcelibate or unexperienced.” I kiss him again.

I want to start fucking Leo, but he splays a hand in the middle of my back while the hand around the nape of my neck tightens in a way that makes my cock twitch with need.

“I’mdriving,” he growls, making memelt. “And don’t youdarefucking come before I let you,boy. You’d better obey your Sir, or I’ll redden your ass and you won’t sit for days.”

Hell, that nearly pushes me over the edge. “Yes, Sir.”

Leo bends his knees and braces his feet against the bed. Way too slow for my liking, he keeps me pinned in place and slows our roll—literally. Meanwhile, I’m kissing him, squirming against him, and there’s something incredibly erotic about him being dressed and me being naked. Heat radiates from him, and I know I’ll never forget the way the fabric of his suit feels rasping against me.

Yeah, this is way better than any toy. With each slow thrust I can feel him respond, adjusting his angle, the depth.

Oops—condom.

As in, I didn’t stop to put one on him.

Dammit.

Mimi would have killed me over that, but if I can’t trust Leo in this way, I have far worse problems.

So I shove it and—

gunshots

—out of my mind and enjoy this bit of heaven with him.