A Secret With Leo - Part 4

Everyone in this story is 18+

“Please, just put it in,” Leo urged, his voice steady but husky with anticipation. I pulled my boxers further down under my balls, hesitating for a moment, caught between my needs and the guilt that clung to me. But when Leo revealed his hole, perching his cheeks apart, I was sold right then and there. I positioned myself behind him.

“Wait,” Leo said, a playful yet impatient tone in his voice. “Use some saliva.”

I pulled the duvet over us, first making sure that Soph was sleeping soundly. She was still snoring heavily, and I knew she was a deep sleeper, especially after having a few too many. I spat into my hands and worked the saliva onto my dick, making it slick and glistening in the moonlight. Then, I spat on my fingers and began to probe Leo’s inviting hole as he spread his cheeks to give me better access. I repeated this several times until his hole felt somewhat slick. I knew it would be better to use lube, but I didn’t want to risk rummaging through the cabinet where it was stashed. After one final spit on my dick, I moved as close to Leo as I could, positioning myself at the very edge of the bed, as far from Soph as possible.

I pulled the duvet over us and guided my dick toward Leo's slightly loosened hole. I felt his hand reach for me, guiding me further as he whispered, "There, now push slowly." I needed no further convincing as I began to push myself into Leo.

It took some effort and wriggling from both of us, complicated by the need to be silent and not move too much. But when I finally pushed through the entrance, I felt the head slide in. Leo gasped softly but took it like a champ. I couldn't help but ease up and kiss his neck, rewarding him for how his hole enveloped my cockhead.

I took my time, caressing his back before reaching for his hips to give me more leverage as I eased my dick further into his eager hole.

Leo helped by pushing himself against my dick, matching my slow movements inside him. I could feel my dick getting warmer as more of it became enveloped within him.

The space between Leo and me grew smaller as he took more of me inside him. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was fully inside him. Sure enough, moments later, my hips met his butt, and he gasped again as I reached that last half inch.

I almost came then and there, the warmth of my balls boiling and the heat under the duvet making us both sweaty. I had to wait a little, lying there and kissing his neck, not moving. The feeling was overwhelming, but kissing his neck somehow kept me grounded.

After a while, Leo started to grind and rotate slightly, clearly impatient. “Fuck me. Just… be quiet,” he urged in a whisper that was intoxicatingly hot.

This spurred me on; I wanted to fuck his brains out right then and there, but I knew I had to be silent about it. So, I slowly pulled out about a third of the way and then moved back in, finding a rhythm with slow, deliberate movements. As we moved together, I felt the thrill of our secret, the connection deepening between us with each shared breath and every soft gasp kept silent.

The continued snoring of my girlfriend eased me as I allowed myself a slight adjustment in tempo without overdoing it. One hand rested on Leo's hip while the other found his hand, his other hand rubbing himself. His skin was sweaty, but the closeness to him was exhilarating.

Leo's eyes fluttered closed, his face a mask of concentration and pleasure. Every movement sent ripples of sensation through both of us, and Leo stifled a soft moan, biting his lip to keep the sound from escaping. The effort only seemed to heighten the intensity between us, our bodies communicating in a language all their own.

“Just… like that,” Leo murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, urging me on.

My heart raced, caught in the intoxicating mix of excitement and trepidation. I couldn’t help but steal glances at Leo’s face, watching the way it contorted with pleasure, driving me to go slower and savor each moment.

Time seemed to stretch as we lost ourselves in each other. This wasn’t like making love with Sophie; it was raw, primal fucking, yet it was also infused with a deeply intimate familiarity with Leo. The feeling of having both experiences intertwined slightly confused me.

“A little faster, come on, please. I’m almost there,” Leo urged me on. I paused for a moment, making sure Sophie was still sound asleep. After hearing several loud snores, I felt confident enough to gradually pick up the pace.

I lost myself in the moment as I allowed myself to penetrate him a bit quicker and stronger, the slapping noises of our skin becoming slightly audible. But I had to have him; I couldn't resist it any longer. I fucked him faster as he brought a hand to his mouth, clearly trying to stifle his moans. I felt his whole body tense up, his ass clenching around my cock. I could feel the moment he came; his body tightened, and my more frantic thrusts made my hips buckle. I rammed into him one last time, feeling my balls reach the boiling point after edging for so long, I pressed my face into Leo’s glistening shoulder

The final thrust was much more powerful than I intended, causing poor Leo to lose his footing at the edge of the bed, sending him flying over the side. I followed suit, using his hips as support to keep my own balance.

Time seemed to slow down as I instinctively held Leo tight, feeling my dick erupting with cum deep inside him while we were mid-air. As we both landed on the fortunately soft carpet with a thump, I couldn’t help but continue thrusting into Leo, my cock never breaking contact with his insides. For that brief moment, I was completely lost in pleasure—feeling nothing else, not even the pain from the fall—just my dick inside Leo and his moans as I emptied myself completely into him, filling him up in the process.

This seemed to last for ages, but it was probably just a few seconds. Then I finally came to my senses, and reality came crashing back. The duvet had shifted, and I could clearly smell the sex—musk, sweat, and cum. All the warmth I had felt before was gone; I suddenly felt cold, and the bedroom was completely silent except for Leo's faint breaths. He, too, seemed to snap back to reality as he turned to face me, terror in his eyes, and mouthed, “Sophie…!”