Love Lies Bleeding by Remmy Duchene (simple e reader txt) 📗

"You're going to have to fuck me!" Leo told him.

Anderson smiled. "I didn't actually think that would work."

"You mean you weren't really trying to seduce me?"

Anderson rinsed his hand before backing out of the bathroom with a smirk on his wonderful lips. Leo shook his head, growled, and hopped from the counter. Instead of coming back, Anderson darted down the hall. Leo chased him. There was no way he was going to let Anderson wake his body in the way he had and not put out the fire. Skidding to a halt, he hurried back to the bathroom and grabbed a tube of lube and a condom. He walked by the bedroom, stopping only to peer in. When he didn't see Anderson there, he continued his search.

He found Anderson in the living room with his back pressed into the wall, naked as the day he was born. Leo pushed off his track pants and boxers and closed in on Anderson, who was watching him. Slowly, Anderson's gaze burned a trail down Leo's body.

Their kiss then was unlike none of the others—from a heated, open mouth kiss to one that pulled at Leo's very soul. He stuck a hand between their bodies to grope Anderson and listened to the reaction that touch elicited. He stepped astride one of Anderson's legs and ground his cock into the professor's thigh. His breathing was faster, his hips moving quickly, gyrating, pushing, rubbing.

"Come here, darling." Anderson's voice was rough, ragged. "Let me help you with that."

Before Leo could speak, he was facing the wall with large hands cupping his ass. He tried looking over his shoulder but only managed to whimper as Anderson's long tongue traced his hole.

"Damn!" Leo cried, arching his back, shoving his ass out further.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes… again…"

Anderson did as he told—sucking, nipping, and licking. Leo was shouting for joy and pounding his palms into the wall to keep himself sane. The tube of lube and condom he held slipped to the floor but he didn't care. Anderson was eating him better than all the other lovers he'd ever had.

Then it happened—a slick finger pushed past his opening and slid in deep. But he truly felt as if he would come when Anderson bit each of his cheeks.

"Anderson… damn."

Then finally, Anderson gave him what he wanted—a large, thick cock inside him. Leo bit his lower lip but that didn't stop the shout of sheer happiness that erupted from his mouth. Acting like this was unlike him but he didn't care. He silenced his second thoughts, spread his legs, and pushed down hard.

"That's it," Anderson encouraged. "Grind on me! Use those hips."

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Anderson closed his eyes and enjoyed the slow gyration Leo did against him. He clutched his lover's hips, slid in deep, and listened to the sounds Leo was making. He slid his hands up Leo's back, gripped his shoulders to help push him down. Each thrust brought him closer and closer to breaking and he looked forward to it.

They took their love-making away from the wall and Anderson bent Leo over the arm of the sofa and slammed into him until the sofa slid halfway across the room. He loved the creaking of the furniture beneath their gyrating bodies. Sweat dripped down his back but he didn't want it to end yet. He wanted more—he wanted to be fucked too.

Against the wall in the hall, he took Leo again, feeling Leo tighten around him before reaching around and grabbed Leo's dick. It was an awkward position but he needed to feel that pole in his hands.

"I'm gonna…" was all Leo managed as he exploded.

Anderson whispered something and pulled from Leo's body, caressing the back of his neck gently.

"Your turn?" Leo panted while stroking himself to life again.

"Oh yes."

"Get on your knees. I need those beautiful lips around my dick—make it hard for you."

For as long as he could remember since he'd been sexually active, talking dirty did things to him. But when Leo did it, it was beyond that. Just the thought of having Leo bossing him around, ordering him to do naughty, taboo things made it so much better. He quickly slipped to his knees and serviced his very own NYPD detective. He took that beautiful dick into his hands, dropped kisses against the shaft, licked the head then pulled it down his throat. Leo swore but he simply sucked harder, milking every drop of pre-cum he could get.

The ultimate satisfaction came when he was rewarded for his hard work—when Leo bent him over the hall table and slammed into him hard from behind.

"Yes!"

"Be a good boy. Say thank you," Leo growled.

Anderson groaned but chuckled softly as he spun his hips into Leo. To his shock, Leo spanked him. Over and over slaps rained down against his cheeks until they stung deliciously.

"Say thank you."

Anderson whimpered. "Thank you! More!"

He'd never been spanked before but he could get used to it. Before he knew what was happening, his body had taken too much and hot, white cum exploded from him. Anderson pulled in, pressing his forehead to the wall and gritted his teeth. He felt it the moment his ass clenched around Leo's cock. It was so damn good he pushed upward and pinched at one of his own nipples. Leo didn't let up—he fucked Anderson until Anderson couldn't take it anymore and pulled his ass away before slipping to his knees, panting.

"You started it," Leo whispered.

Anderson felt him coming closer. He could barely lift his head but he did and came face to face with Leo's cock. Without thinking he hooked his finger under the band of the condom and rolled it off. Discarding it on the floor, he took the dick into his mouth, milking it until Leo climaxed against his tongue.

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Long after he'd managed to sooth Anderson to sleep, Leo jerked awake to a pain-filled cry. He blinked for a moment, wondering where the sound came from until Anderson