Fifth Vision of Destiny - Brett Read Online Free

moment, nothing scared
him more than the thought that he might have upset the balance of
their relationship deeply enough that they might lose Lisa. And
then, it struck him: he couldn’t recall Leo ever disappointing him
in any way. If he was so certain that Lisa would return to them, it
had to mean she would.
    Grabbing the back of Leo’s neck, Brett pulled
him forward and crashed his mouth onto Leo’s. He pressed inside at
once, caressing Leo’s tongue and palate and putting all his love,
all his trust, all his gratitude into their kiss.
    “Now, that’s more like it,” Leo said,
grinning, when he ended the kiss. His hands were back to the front
of Brett’s pants, and he now made short work of the zipper and
button there. When he pushed the pants down, Brett tried to reach
for the waistband of Leo’s boxers, only to have his hands batted
away.
    “Nuh uh,” Leo said with a cluck of his
tongue. “My game for now. Your dick in my mouth, that’s the plan,
remember?”
    It really was difficult to argue with that,
or even find a reason to argue. Letting his arms fall to his sides,
Brett let Leo finish undressing him. His shirt was next, and Leo
only undid the cuffs and two buttons at the top before he pulled
it, then Brett’s undershirt, over his head.
    “That’s more like it,” Leo murmured, grinning
his approval of Brett’s compliance. Thumbs hooked over the sides of
Brett’s boxers, he eased them over his bobbing cock and pushed them
down to his knees, along with his pants. “Sit down for me,” Leo
instructed, and there was no teasing left in his voice, only lust.
“There you go.”
    One last tug, and Brett’s clothes were on the
floor, leaving him bare as he sat on the edge of the bed, propped
up by his hands on either side of him.
    As often as it
had happened over the years, Brett would never tired of watching
Leo slide down to his knees in front of him. He always wore the
same hungry, dirty smile, lips shiny and wet from licking them.
    Shuffling forward, Leo rested a hand on each
of Brett’s knees and pushed back lightly, spreading his legs so he
could move between them. “Still worried?” he asked as he closed his
fist at the base of Brett’s cock and gave him a coy look from
beneath his eyelashes.
    Before Brett could say a word, Leo leaned
forward, his closed lips pressing against the tip of Brett’s cock
then parting slowly to let it slide in and onto his waiting
tongue.
    Brett made an indistinct noise and brought
both hands to Leo’s head, threading his fingers back through Leo’s
short hair. Eyes wide and mouth open to let out quiet gasps, Brett
watched Leo move lower and lower still. Wet, unrelenting suction
wrapped around his cock, sending sparks of fire coursing through
his entire body until Brett couldn’t keep still anymore. His hips
started jerking forward every so often, and he could feel Leo
grinning around his dick.
    When Leo was in a playful mood, he could make
a blowjob last for what felt like hours, bringing Brett so close to
pleasure he was sure he would come, then pulling back, just barely,
and letting him calm down again before starting all over. By the
end of these sessions, Brett was always a babbling mess, pleading
and begging for release, clinging to Lisa as she watched, indulgent
and serene, and more often than not she was the one who finally put
an end to that sweet torture, demanding with a word or a touch that
Leo let Brett come at last.
    This time, it was different. There was no
teasing, no delaying. Leo took Brett’s cock into the back of his
throat, cradled his balls in his hand, and there was nothing left
but the constant pressure of his lips and tongue, the contractions
of his throat, the dance of his fingers against sensitive skin.
Nothing left for Brett to do but hold on for this fast ride, and
let Leo take him as high as he ever had.
    Moans were spilling from Brett’s lips almost
continuously now, wordless pleas and grunts that only urged Leo on.
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