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“You take my cock so well.”
“Does that mean you like it?”
I canted my hips, and Leo threw his head back. Pleasure ignited inside of me. I was doing that. I was the one giving him pleasure. I smacked his hand away when he went to touch himself.
“Not yet, Leo.”
“Please.” He whimpered as I gripped the back of his neck to bring our mouths back together. “It feels too good. I want to come. I need to.”
I flipped him so that Leo was beneath me, his blue eyes blown wide. I kissed him again, as I began to piston in and out of him. “Touch yourself.” I pushed harder, deeper, trying to crawl inside of his body.
“Fuck.” Leo groaned as he wrapped a hand around his leaking cock. “I’ve never felt anything like this. I feel like you might split me wide open, but I want that. I want you to fuck me into next week. Make me feel you for days after we’re done.”
I growled. “Yeah, baby, I can totally do that. I can make you come all over yourself.” I gripped his hips in my hand. “You’re so perfect like this. You take me so well. Be a good boy and come for me.”
“Andy!” Leo shouted just as his release sprayed all over his stomach and chest. He clenched tightly around me as he came. He whimpered as he jerked himself to completion, his climax seeming to last forever.
It pushed me over the cliff. My balls pulled tight, then I filled him with my cum. Nothing had ever felt this good before. And nothing ever would. I slumped over Leo’s smaller frame, my face pressed into his neck as he combed his fingers through my sweat-infused hair. His familiar cinnamon scent filled my senses, and I choked back a sob.
“What’s wrong?” Leo gasped when I pulled away. “Was it not good for you? Did I do something wrong? I mean, I might not have ridden a real cock before, but my dildos get plenty of use.”
I shook my head. “It’s not you.”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” He reached for my hands to lace our fingers together. “Talk to me, hon.”
I grimaced. “I didn’t mean it like that. You were perfect, baby. It felt amazing. I just... You deserve so much more. I’m just a fucking mess right now, and I don’t want to take you down with me.” I scooted my heavy body next to his, and Leo twisted onto his side to face me.
“My disaster.” Leo’s voice was quiet as he reached up to stroke my cheek with the back of his hand. “Mine.”
I yanked him against me, wrapping my arms around his smaller frame. “Yours, always yours.” I couldn’t stop the tears that began to fall again, silently cursing myself for not being strong enough to fight whatever monsters were currently waging a war inside my head.
“I know, hon, let it out,” Leo cooed into my ear like a forgotten melody.
Angry, loud sobs wrecked my body. I couldn’t believe that I was crying again. Wasn’t my body dehydrated from all the tears I shed? Where was it coming from? I shook my head, sat up, and brushed the tears from my face. Leo watched me with blue orbs that were tight with worry.
“I should talk to my dads.”
“That’s a good idea.”
I shook my head. “About everything. I should tell them about these feelings I’m having, these thoughts about how useless I am. The drinking. God, so much drinking. And some drugs.” I dragged a hand through my hair and tugged on the ends as I let that confession out. “I’m such an idiot.”
“Don’t.” Leo was suddenly in my lap again as he moved quickly. “Andy, don’t say that. You’re not an idiot. You’re struggling, and asking for help doesn’t make you weak. It makes you strong. We all love you so fucking much and want to make sure you’re safe.”
I huffed out a bitter laugh. “I don’t know why.”
“You don’t know why, what, hon?” Leo’s nails scraped over my scalp, and I instantly shut my eyes. I had been so dumb to let him go.
I sighed. “Why you love me. Any of you.” Fresh tears burned my eyes, and I angrily swiped them away. “I just want it all to stop. The tears, the hurting, the anger, and the worthlessness. I need you.”
“You’re so smart.” He pressed a kiss to my nose. “Funny.” Another kiss against my right cheek. “Talented.” This time, Leo’s lips landed on my left cheek. “Handsome.” He giggled when I rolled my eyes. “You’re the complete package, hon.”
I cupped the back of his head. “Why don’t you wear makeup anymore, Ricky? Or have your nails done? Or dress like you used to? You’re beautiful, no matter what, but I know how happy it made you. To color your fingernails pink or try a new shade of eyeliner.” I smiled at the memory of watching him get ready for a date. It would take him at least two hours to pick out the right outfit, make sure his makeup was perfect, and do his hair to match.
“We’re not talking about me.” Leo’s mouth ghosted over mine.
I narrowed my eyes. “Someone said something.” I rumble of anger ripped through my chest. “Who?”
Leo shook his head and climbed from my lap. I watched as he slipped his panties on, then his jeans and his sweater. “It doesn’t matter.”
