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Leo

I don’t think he’s aware of the mewling sounds coming from his throat. He’s the most exquisite man. Strong and vulnerable. Capable and intent on pleasing me. He’s so passionate about the things he cares about, and I’m fortunate to be included.

His arched back accentuates his magnificent ass and heavy balls, filled with the cum he’s made for me.

“You make me want to show you off so everyone can see your gorgeous body and that you belong to me and also lock you in my apartment so I can hoard you for myself.” My middle finger teases his rim.

“Yes.” He arches into my touch.

I believe him when he says he’ll let me do anything. There are toys I bought years ago that gathered dust in my house in Montreal that I brushed off and brought here for him.

I purchased them on a depressed, drunken whim, thinking I’d never use them. In reality, I’ve been waiting for Caleb. He’s the one I’m meant to use them with.

“In the bathroom, there’s a kit for you to clean up. Use it and come back to this position.”

Caleb leaps up and does as I ask, resuming his position freshly clean.

I don’t waste any time. “How many times have you come in a night?” His rim flexes on my finger.

“Twice. With you.”

“Up on the bed in the same position.” I smack his ass. “I bet you could come five or more times in a night, but since you played a game, we’ll start with three.” I retrieve the box with my supplies. “How do you feel about toys?”

He smirks at me over his shoulder. “Are we talking interlocking blocks or sex toys?”

“You want a block in your ass, Baby Doll?” I palm his ass cheeks. His torso contracts, and I can tell he’s holding back a laugh, which makes me chuckle. “Life with you will never be boring.”

“Nope.” He shakes his ass. “But less teasing—more demanding, Daddy.”

I smack his ass so hard the sound cracks in my ears and sends him forward on his face with a yelp. “Better?”

“So good,” he moans.

“When you’re out of season, I’m going to spank you so you won’t be able to sit for fucking days.” I soothe my strike with my tongue.

“Talking like that will make me come,” he pants.

I lean in for a little taste, but Caleb, without lube, is a meal to feast on. This time, the unintelligible sounds are mine. I pat the bed for the box, not willing to remove my face until I’m ready for the next step. He shoves the container toward me, and I find the lube and the vibrator.

Caleb whimpers when my tongue leaves him. “Can I watch?” he asks.

“Flip over.” He follows my instructions like he was born to do it.

“Pull your knees up.” He does and I have an idea.

“Stay there one second.” It’s dark in the bedroom, and I pull open the blinds to the balcony so the sliding glass door becomes a gigantic mirror.

“You can watch us both.” I kneel between his legs and kiss him.

“Leo, how am I going to hold off?”

“Because my Good Boy doesn’t come until he’s told.” I lube the dildo and tease his hole.

“I’ve got to be close to my nine lives.” His head hits the pillow, and he throws his arm over his eyes.

I have no idea what he’s talking about, but I do know he’ll enjoy this. My tongue softened his muscles, so entry is seamless. “See how gorgeous you look.” I palm the knee on the opposite side of the window.

Caleb lifts his arm and meets my eyes. His pupils are huge, with only a thin ring of bright green around the black.

“Your ass is sucking the toy in.” I turn it on low, and his back bows off the bed. I work it in and out, then tilt the angle.

“Leo,” he screeches when I hit his prostate.

I turn off the vibration to back him off the edge. After his breathing evens out, I turn on the medium setting, working him back to the brink. When he gets there, I pull it out and blanket him with my body, kissing him.

“You’re evil,” he gasps, wrenching my head to kiss me deeper.

I don’t say anything while I leave open-mouthed kisses down his body. His cock has leaked all over his belly, and I lap it up.

“I can’t decide if your cum or your ass tastes better.” I swallow him.

“You’ll never have to choose.” He fists the sheets and drives his shaft into my throat.

I pin his hips with one arm and insert the dildo on high. His groan is more animal than man, and I impale him down my throat, ready for his release. I realize my mistake when he thrashes and locks all of his muscles.

“Come for me.” The words are barely out before I suck him dry.

I slide the toy in and out until his hands push at me, then I remove it but keep his cock resting on my tongue.

My hands caress his skin as he comes down from his orgasm.

As he recovers, he flails his hands to touch me but grabs my sweater and lets out a disgruntled snarl.

Keeping my mouth in place, I remove my pants, then reluctantly break contact to tear off my top.

“Too sensitive,” he cries when I lick him.

I’m crazed for skin-to-skin contact and lie on him, my throbbing cock next to his spent one.

“Want to make you feel good,” he slurs, drunk on sex.

“You make me feel like a king,” I say truthfully.

“It’s because you’re king of the jungle,” he says, and I pull back, eyebrows raised. “Your eyes, you’re a lion, a predator.”

I hum and kiss his jaw. “Are you afraid of me?”

“Only that you’ll leave.” His green eyes offer me the truth and so much openness.

I’ve fallen hard for this man, but I’m jaded with enough experience not to make whimsical promises. “I don’t want to leave you,” I say honestly.

“Then we want the same thing. I’m your Baby Doll.” He rolls us on our sides.

“You’re young with endless possibilities for a spectacular life ahead of you. A man old enough to be your father might not work in your long-term plan.” I sweep his curls out of his face. I love how his hair gets wavy when he sweats, knowing I made him that way.

“Hmph,” he grunts. “That will never happen.”

We’re naked with the night ahead of us, and I’m not going to spend it arguing about who could end this before we get started.

“You’re made for me, and I can’t get enough.” I tap his ass. “Hands against the glass, legs wide.”

My perfect man vaults into position, braced against the sliding glass door with a cheeky grin.

“See, you spoil me, doing everything I ask without questions like the Good Boy you are.” I stand and admire his sculpted body. “Do you want your Daddy to fuck you?”

“Please,” he whines, and pushes his ass back as if he didn’t blow his load minutes ago.

“Anything for you.” I grab the lube and a smaller plug, placing them on the bedside table near him. My lips drag across his shoulder while my hands palm his ass.

“You’re teasing me,” he complains with a smile.

Dipping my finger in his hole, I test his resistance. When there’s none, I lube my cock and grip his hip and shoulder. I sink balls deep into his heat.

“Your greedy hole’s already trying to milk my cum out.” I stay seated for a moment, seeing stars.

“I need it.” He hangs his head between his arms, using his leverage to bump us both back.

The dominant part of me almost barks that he doesn’t get to decide, but surrounded by his smell and pulsing channel, I’m too close.

“Slow or fast?” I ask, my mouth on his ear.

“Whatever you want.”

I withdraw all the way and pound back in, setting a punishing pace. Caleb aggressively meets my thrusts, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together echoes in the room.

“Here.” I yank his shoulder back, and he follows my hips so we’re sideways next to the glass. “Watch your pretty pink hole take my cock. Watch it disappear in your body. See how phenomenal you look, taking all of me.”

Caleb’s eyes focus on where we’re joined as I stare at his wondrous face.

“What if someone saw me fucking you? What would you do?” I glance at the glass. It’s too dark in the room for anyone to actually see us.

“They would know I’m yours, and I wouldn’t need to do anything.” A string of precum drips from his tip.

“You want everyone to know you’re mine.” I declare the statement as a fact.

“Yes. Daddy,” he pleads, his cock bouncing and leaking.

I smack his butt cheek, then envelop his dick in my hand. “Mine,” I howl. “Come for me, Doll,” I grunt, stroking him fast so we come together.

Caleb throws his head back on my shoulder and releases in my hand, his inner muscles contract, and my world narrows down to Caleb.

Fire ravages my body, consuming every nerve ending in white-hot bliss.

My lungs gasp for air, but I’m strong enough to hold us up when his knees weaken.

I cup my hand, holding as much of his release as possible.

“Daddy,” he sighs and flings his arms back around my neck.

“Stay with me.” I align our legs so when I step forward, he does too. “Carefully, get on the bed, head down and ass up. We’re going to need gravity on our side.”

He turns his head, sending me a questioning look, but moves with precision so I can stay inside him.

“My messy boy is going to have to clean me up after I finish with you.” He watches as I swipe a tongue full of his cum, then spread the rest on my abs and groin.

“You love my cum in you, don’t you.” I reach for the plug as he agrees. “I’ll tell you a secret.” Speaking directly in his ear so my breath fluffs his hair, I say, “I love it too, and I’m going to keep it there.”

Twisting his torso, his eyes dance as he watches me slowly pull my cock out, then shove the plug in. My tongue rims him, tasting us together and cleaning all the extra drops.

Using the hand that held his cum, I stroke my length. “Now it’s your turn to clean me up.”

Caleb launches at me, and in the blink of an eye, I’m under him and his mouth sucks my skin.

My abs quiver under his attention and my spent cock tingles as if it can rally.

He’s methodical in his ministrations, leaving no patch of skin untouched.

Aside from my length, he pays special attention to the V from my hips down.

All the while, his gorgeous eyes stay locked on mine, showing me his devotion.

Hours later, after coaxing another orgasm out of him with the vibrating plug and a shower, we lie in bed with his head resting over my heart and I’m threading my fingers through his soft hair and scratching his scalp.

“I’d never have guessed you’re a cuddler,” he murmurs and kisses my chest. I thought I’d lulled him to sleep.

“I’m not.” When he scoffs, I continue. “I can’t keep my hands off you, and I’ve never had the need to cuddle with anyone before.”

He rests his chin on his fist to look at me. “Not even Mason’s mom?”

“No. We were young and not a good match.” I regret not understanding how unhappy she was being a hockey widow with a baby to raise on her own.

“Is that why you think I’ll change my mind?” he asks, far too perceptive for his age.

“Life is long and people change.” I shrug.

“People can change together if they try. My parents did.”

“You’re right,” I agree, hoping we have a chance against the odds.

“I made Leo Griffin a cuddler,” he says smugly. “You’re a cuddle bug. That’s what I’m calling you from now on.” His adorable grin doesn’t change my mind.

“No.” I kiss his nose.

He hums as he thinks. “Cuddle bear?” I shake my head, and he keeps going. “You’re so loveable. That’s it, I’ll call you, Lovie.”

My heart flip-flops. It’s so close to those three words, and we’re not ready for that, but that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about it.

“You like it. Leo the Lovie.” His eyes dance, and I’m dizzy with all the possibilities of a future with him.

I keep those to myself and kiss him languidly, then change the subject. “Now go to sleep so we have time together in the morning.”

“Yes, Lovie.” He lays his head on my chest and falls asleep in minutes. And I stare at him until sleep drags me under.