Vulnerable [Suncoast Society] (Suncoast Society #29)(18)

Owned.

What it would feel like to have Leo’s cock slowly penetrate him, working inside him, thrust by thrust, deeper with every stroke until he was balls-deep.

Long, slow thrusts at first, building speed and force until Leo was f*cking him hard, slamming him into the bed, balls slapping against Jesse’s ass with every stroke. Until the sound of it filled the room and his own cock screamed for release. Release that wouldn’t come until Leo did, emptying his balls inside Jesse first before reaching around him and pulling on his cock.

Ordering Jesse to come for him.

Caught up in his fantasy, Jesse’s hand stroked his cock harder, faster, eyes closed and his lip caught under his teeth until, finally—blessed relief. He let out a loud groan, his hand frantically stroking and squeezing every last drop of cum from his balls until he fell still, sated.

Well, temporarily.

I’ve got it bad already.

He would need to keep his head on straight, that was blatantly obvious. It’d be too damned easy for him to become a total slut for the guy and chuck common sense out the window. With his new job opportunity, he couldn’t afford to be stupid.

He couldn’t afford another Mario in his life. He refused to fall victim again and be vulnerable to his own stupid fantasies, or someone else’s.

On shaky legs he got out of bed and cleaned up. With that tension eased a little, he might actually be able to get some sleep.

As he closed his eyes, it was Leo’s face that came to mind immediately.

And those damned gorgeous blue eyes of his.





Chapter Seven


Leo moaned when his alarm went off Saturday morning. If he didn’t get over to Eva’s and start mowing soon, it’d be too damned hot.

And he didn’t want to wear himself out.

Not bothering to grab a shower, he pulled on some old shorts and a T-shirt and sneakers and gathered his dirty laundry in a basket at the front door. After picking out clothes for that night, and putting together a shower kit, he stowed that in an overnight bag. He was just about ready to leave when he remembered his swim trunks.

Again, Eva had offered for him to keep a pair there at the house, and he’d gently declined. It’d be too easy to slowly move himself back in, one piece at a time, until he couldn’t give any valid excuse to her why he should go home when everything he needed was there.

Well, not everything.

Jesse wouldn’t be there.

What the hell is wrong with me?

This kind of infatuation wasn’t like him at all. He didn’t know if that would be a good or a bad thing.

But he knew he needed to pursue it, pursue Jesse, and see if anything would come of it.

At least to answer the questions he had about himself. To experiment, to explore.

To actually spend time with a willing partner in this, a male partner.

One who knew more about it than he did and who could teach him.

Someone who was more than a random mutual handjob in a resort’s poolside bathroom, or receiving a quick, anonymous blowjob in a room after a guy walked up to him at the bar and made a pass at him.

Yes, in retrospect, that guy had been a bottom, too. Something about he had orders to blow fifty guys that day before he would be allowed to come. Making Leo snap a pic of him with Leo’s cock in his mouth before he could really get started.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that the guy’d been damned good with his mouth, Leo likely would have backed out and run.

Except it’d been his first blowjob by a guy, and Leo’s nervous excitement, combined with the guy’s oral skills, meant it’d been over in just a couple of minutes.

Especially when the guy grabbed Leo’s hands and put them on his head and made it obvious that he wanted Leo to use him.

It’d both excited Leo and made him feel a little sick at the same time.

The anonymity of the encounter wouldn’t have eased his conscience, but knowing then what little he knew now about Dominance and submission, that would have made it somewhat easier on him.





When Leo arrived at Eva’s, Laurel had the TV tuned to the History channel and was already digging leftover sushi out of the fridge for their breakfast.

Eva dug into her bowl of Cheerios. “I don’t understand how you can stomach that stuff fresh, much less the next day.”

Laurel skillfully prepared her small dish of soy sauce with a pinch of wasabi. “It’s good, Mommy.” She held a slice of California roll up to her. “Here. Try one.”

It was all Leo could do not to laugh as Eva turned away while struggling not to dry heave. “Sweetie, you know Mommy doesn’t like sushi,” he said.

“She always tells me to try stuff I don’t think I’ll like.” But her evil little grin as she dredged the piece through the soy sauce mixture with her bare fingers before popping it into her mouth told Leo otherwise.

She enjoyed tormenting her mother like that.

Holy. Crap. Maybe I fathered a sadist.

Laurel still had trouble using chopsticks despite her frustrating efforts to master them. So she relied on her fingers to pluck pieces of sushi out of the takeout carton, dunk them, and then pop them into her mouth.

Eva took her bowl of cereal out to the sofa, where she could eat without watching them.

Laurel shot Leo another adorably evil grin.

It was all he could do not to laugh at her. Which would prompt Eva to ask what was so funny. Then he’d have to rat out his daughter, because they’d always insisted they wouldn’t lie to or around her.