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

Jesse turned to Leo, looking up into his eyes.

Dammit, the guy had gorgeous blue eyes. Light, ice blue, crystal clear.

“For aftercare, what normally happens?” Leo asked.

“After she wipes down the bench and puts her stuff away, Tilly usually wraps me in a blanket, and either we sit on one of the couches, or if one of those isn’t free, we just find a quiet spot along the wall somewhere out of the way and she holds me until I’m ready to come back up.”

“Okay. Is that what the blanket’s for?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Leo hung the implements in his hand on an implement stand next to the bench. Then he reached for the blanket and draped it across the other end of the stand.

“Do you change clothes here, or what?”

“She usually has me get ready and meet her at the bench, or wherever she’s going to play with me.”

Leo turned to Keith. “What’s the rules about getting naked?”

He snorted and pointed to a St. Andrew’s cross on the other side of the room, where a naked woman was loudly moaning around the ball gag in her mouth.

“Ah, okay. I mean, can I strip him down? Or does he have to do it himself?”

“Sure you can,” Keith said. “The only prohibited thing is sex-sex, like we went over.”

“Okay.”

When Leo focused on him again, Jesse felt his cock throb.

This was really going to happen.

“Let me see your backpack.”

Jesse handed it over.

“Do you put your clothes in here?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Leo unzipped it and rooted around, found the collar and cuffs and the leather jock. He arched an eyebrow at Jesse. “Do you prefer to wear the jock, or do you want me to top you naked?”

He swallowed hard. “I wear it with Tilly because I know it’s more comfortable for her, but I think I’d rather you top me naked, Sir.”

Leo’s mouth curled in a delicious twist that Jesse wanted to lick and suck. Hell, he wanted to jump the guy, leap into his arms, wrap himself around the man, and beg him to come home with him.

Jesse wanted Leo that.

Fucking.

Badly.

Leo set the backpack on the floor and laid out the collar and cuffs on the bench. “Longer ones on your ankles?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Leo turned to face him. “Hold your arms out to your sides,” he softly said.

Trembling, Jesse did. Leo’s gaze held his as he reached out and slowly undid the top button of Jesse’s shirt. “Since this is going to be my first time, I want to do things my way as much as I can, and I want to make sure I remember it for the rest of my life.”

Jesse’s mouth went dry. “Me, too, Sir.”

No one had ever made Jesse feel like this, like he was the center of the universe.

Leo slowly unbuttoned Jesse’s shirt until he pulled the tails from his jeans and slid his arms around Jesse’s waist.

“Arms around me,” Leo whispered.

Jesse complied, softly moaning when he felt the iron length of Leo’s cock pressing against him through their jeans. He rested his head against Leo’s chest and deeply inhaled.

Leo tipped his head and nipped Jesse’s earlobe. “Tell me what you want me to do to you…boy.”

Jesse had to struggle to stay upright, to keep his knees from unhinging and dropping in front of Leo like a rock. “I want Sir to beat and f*ck my ass.”

Leo’s throaty chuckle rumbled through him. “We can’t have sex here.”

“I live in an apartment on the other side of the wall, Sir. We can go over there after. If you want.”





Leo froze.

Oh, f*ck.

What he really wanted to do was drag the guy out of there, around the building, and into his apartment so they could get right to the f*cking.

But…

He drew in a long, deep breath. This was nothing like his two encounters in St. Pete. This was…this was real.

Deep.

Sexy.

Personal.

Leo closed his eyes and inhaled. He smelled soap and deodorant and shampoo, but no cologne or annoying body spray. Built so differently than Eva, Jesse felt firm and sturdy in his arms, a perfect fit against his body.

“We’ll see how we both feel after this,” Leo hoarsely said.

The last thing he’d expected was to get laid that night.

But damned if he wasn’t really looking forward to popping more than just his Top cherry tonight.

Forcing himself to step back, he worked Jesse’s shirt off, neatly folded it, and tucked it into the backpack.

“Take your shoes and socks off,” Leo ordered.

Jesse quickly did, once again standing in front of him. He didn’t have a lot of body hair, a light dusting over his tanned skin, which with his shirt now off, Leo could see the tan lines from the shirts he obviously wore at work. His chest and abs were firm, toned, and paler than his arms, neck, and face.

Leo hoped his hands didn’t tremble too badly as he started working on Jesse’s belt, finally getting it open and then unbuttoning them. It was difficult working the zipper down over Jesse’s hard cock, but fortunately he had briefs on so Leo didn’t catch him with the zipper. Leo knelt, tapping first Jesse’s left leg, then his right, to step out of his jeans.