Page 61 of The Guy Next Door
I should be sated after everything we did, but I can’t get enough of Leif, and I pull him back down onto the bed, making out with him, wanting to stay lost in this experience for as long as we can. Away from the real world and bullshit, the grief of the loss of my brother and the fucking fears I have about Leif’s safety.
When I finally manage to pull away, I keep my arm hooked around him, tugging against his back so his torso is tight against my body.
“That was bold,” I say as my gaze fixes on his lips.
“I was too curious not to try.” He hooks his leg over mine. “And I figured after taking a dick, what the hell, right?”
I chuckle. “Don’t know what I’m laughing about. Nothing about that was funny. Just hot.”
“Yeah, that was hot. But you liked it?” He quirks his eyebrow, and my eyes widen. I’m stunned.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now? Or just baiting for a compliment?”
“Maybe baiting a little. Wondering how it compares with the guys you’ve been with who are more experienced.”
“Okay, Leif, you can get those kinds of insecure thoughts out of your head because you’re in your own league.”
“Whoa, whoa. I wasn’t saying I was insecure. But I’m not as practiced as other people my age might be.”
“In that case, don’t worry about your inexperience because that’s part of what makes it hot too.”
I lick his lips, and he licks right back.
As my dick gets hard again, he glances down. “Seriously. You’re already good to go again. Little thing just packed with cum, aren’t you?”
“Maybe being short helps with the circulation, but yeah, doesn’t take me long.”
“Now I know what they mean by a short king.”
“Normally I don’t like people commenting on my height,” I say, and his smile shifts to a frown. “No, I meant I normally don’t, but I like you calling me a short king. That makes it sound kinda hot.”
“Oh, it is,” he assures me as his smile returns.
“I have to warn you: now that you’ve spoiled my cock, it’s gonna be expecting this kind of naughty fun all the time.”
“You could say the same about my ass.”
Now he’s got me grinning like a dork. Fuck me.
He leans close and licks my chin, and when he pulls away, I steal another kiss.
“See, and if you’d kept ignoring me, you were never going to get that,” he says, reminding me of all the tension before he first came over.
That kills my smile, and I settle on my side, resting my head on the pillow; Leif mirrors my position.
“That was supposed to be a fun tease,” he says. “I wasn’t trying to put you in a mood.”
“Sorry. Reminded me of all the bullshit in my head before you came over and sucked it out of me.”
I’m trying to lighten the mood because, really, if only it were that easy and it wasn’t still rattling around in my brain. But I think about how hard it was to confess what was on my mind to him, and that he didn’t judge me for it, just stayed here, holding my hand, wanting to know more.
“Who are you, Leif Anderson?” I meant to say that in my head, but as the words push out of my lips, I don’t stop them.
His brow furrows. “All this time watching me, and you don’t already know the answer?”
“No, I don’t.” And that kind of pisses me off. Shouldn’t I?
“Only fair because I’m wondering who you are, Zane Grayson.”