Vulnerable [Suncoast Society] (Suncoast Society #29)(30)

Once folded, they joined his shirt in the backpack.

Leaving Jesse standing there with a very nice, hard cock sharply outlined against his navy blue briefs.

Leo palmed his hand over Jesse’s bulge. “How many guys have you been with before?”

Jesse licked his lips. “Total, six. But not any since Mario, and I tested three times since then. Neg each time. Doc says I’m clear across the board.”

Leo froze, confused. “Huh?”

Keith leaned in. “HIV and STDs. He’s negative. You know, neg and pos?”

“Oh. Sorry. Remember, I’m a newbie to this.”

Keith smirked. “Not to cast aspersions on your wife, but it wouldn’t hurt for you to go get a full STD panel, too.”

Yeah, he would have to do that. Leo looked down into Jesse’s eyes again as Keith stepped back to the sidelines.

Leo dropped his voice so only Jesse could hear. “Technically, I’ve been with two guys before. One of those, it was only a mutual handjob. The second guy blew me, but that was it. I think that still technically makes me a virgin with guys.”

“I’ve got condoms, Sir,” Jesse said. “I use them for toys a lot.”

“Toys?”

“You know. Butt plugs?”

Leo smirked. “Ah. Gotcha.”

“No offense, Sir, but before we go bareback, I need to see new test results. Nothing personal. After what Mario put me through—”

With his other hand, Leo grabbed a hank of Jesse’s hair and held him in place as he kissed him, hard, deep, feeling Jesse’s cock throb against his palm in response through the fabric of his briefs.

“That,” Leo hoarsely said, “is exactly the kind of give and take I want from you, no matter what we’re doing. I want you to do that, to stand up for yourself with me. Always. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. Can I ask something?”

“Anything.”

“After we get done, can we talk about why that means so much to you?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah. I think we have to, don’t we?”

“I think so, Sir.”

“And one more thing.”

“Yes, Sir?”

Leo kissed him again. “I love hearing you call me Sir.”

Jesse smiled. “Then I guess I’ll keep doing that, Sir.”





Chapter Twelve


Jesse knew he wasn’t a manwhore, but a couple of his past boyfriends had been pretty damn good in the sack.

Nothing, however, had prepared him for the intimacy of the simple gesture of undressing him the way Leo had.

For the first time, Jesse actually felt a little embarrassed, standing there in his briefs with his cock screaming like the damned goat on that car insurance commercial.

Leo’s fingers traced the outline of it through the fabric, sending shivers through Jesse. Then Leo slid his large, rough hands around him, inside the elastic of the waist, and down over his ass, pulling him against Leo.

Yes, that was a considerable bulge in the man’s jeans. Jesse was looking forward to being the owner of the first ass it got to experience.

Well, first male ass. No telling if Leo’s ex liked backdoor action or not.

When Leo slid Jesse’s briefs down his legs, the cool air hitting his cock didn’t soften him in the slightest, although it made his nipples even harder.

Leo gently trailed his fingers down Jesse’s cock. “You sure you don’t mind teaching me a few things?”

“It’s my pleasure, Sir.”

Jesse gasped when Leo wrapped his fingers around his cock. It took every ounce of will he had not to frantically start f*cking the man’s hand. But after one gentle squeeze, Leo let go.

Leo tucked Jesse briefs into the backpack and picked up the collar. “How tightly do you wear it?”

“Third hole from the end, Sir.”

Leo stepped behind him. Jesse’s eyes dropped closed, the vortex of subspace having long ago sucked him into its soft and inviting depths. As he felt the cool leather touch his flesh, he took a deep breath, holding it for a moment and letting it out as Leo buckled the collar around his neck where it quickly warmed to his skin.

The wrists cuffs next, and then Leo actually knelt on the floor to buckles the ankle cuffs on him.

Mario had never knelt for him. Ever.

For any reason.

Mario had expected Jesse to be ready and waiting in whatever position he’d told him to be waiting in. The only collar Mario had buckled around Jesse’s neck was the cheap-ass dog collar he’d tried to pass off as Jesse’s permanent collar.

Hell, it’d probably been a dollar store dog collar, as cheap as the bastard was.

When Leo stood, he took Jesse’s hands. “You still want to play with me?”

Jesse nodded. “Yes, Sir. More than anything.”

“Do I need to worry about marks?”

“I doubt you’ll mark me, but as long as you only hit me hard on my ass or thighs, that’s fine.”

“Okay.” He led him over to the bench, where Jesse had already spread the towel out. “Go ahead and get comfortable.”

He did, closing his eyes, wrapping his fingers around the ends of the bench and praying he didn’t accidentally come in the middle of the scene.

Leo started out resting his hands on the backs of Jesse’s shoulders, fingers splayed, warmth flowing from him into Jesse’s flesh. Slowly, he stroked down, firmly, on either side of Jesse’s spine, as if starting a massage.