Fifth Vision of Destiny - Brett Read Online Free Page A

first night, he had known how to wring pleasure out of
Brett, quickly learning when to add just a hint of a blunt tooth to
that one special spot beneath the crown to make Brett gasp, make
him shudder, make him spill himself onto Leo’s waiting tongue.
    Brett cried out as pleasure flashed through
him, his fingers tightening in Leo’s hair until it had to hurt, and
yet Leo never complained. Sucking more gently now, he drew the last
of Brett’s pleasure out of him, and didn’t let one drop of come go
to waste. Leo cleaned up Brett with small licks, then finally
allowed his cock to slip out with a wet sound before standing.
    Just inches
from Brett’s heavy-lidded eyes, Leo’s cock tented his boxers, and a
wet spot was widening around the tip. His mind still floating on
pleasure, Brett leaned forward, tracing Leo’s cock with his mouth
through the fabric. Leo raked his fingers through Brett’s hair,
making him look up at him and smiling almost predatorily when he
did.
    “Down you go,” Leo said, eyes blazing, and he
led Brett to recline on the bed, then made him move a little higher
toward the headboard.
    Still breathing very hard, Brett let Leo
manipulate his body, arranging him like he might have a model
posing for a painting. Leo drew up one of Brett’s feet to rest flat
on the mattress, pushed Brett’s other thigh farther away to open
his body to Leo’s eyes and hands. Only after he had reached for a
pillow and pushed it beneath Brett’s hips did Leo look
satisfied.
    Lube was never far from reach. Leo found a
tube and uncapped it with one hand while the other stroked over
Brett’s still-trembling thigh, then his cock. Limp after coming
such a short time earlier, it gave a valiant effort to rise against
Leo’s fingertips, but even that soft touch was too much.
    “Please,” Brett gasped, and he wasn’t even
sure what he was pleading for.
    Leo didn’t ask. He slicked his fingers then
dropped the tube of lubricant on the bed and shoved his boxers down
his legs before kneeling on the bed between Brett’s parted thighs.
His fingertips were wet and cool as they circled the entrance to
Brett’s body, teasing until Brett couldn’t stop himself from
pushing back against Leo’s hand.
    Grinning down at Brett, a grin so wide it
bared his fangs, Leo finally pressed forward, pushing one finger in
slowly, much more slowly than years of sleeping together warranted.
He watched Brett’s face the entire time, and Brett couldn’t help
but be overly aware of how his own eyes widened as Leo’s finger
slipped deeper inside him, or how he pressed his lips very tightly
together at first, and then let them fall open on a quiet, shaky
moan.
    As though Leo had only been waiting for that
moan, he pulled out, squirted a little more lube onto his fingers,
and slid back in. Three fingers, this time, and no more teasing.
The groans that tumbled from Brett’s lips only urged him on. He
pushed a little harder still, stretching his fingers as wide as
they would go until Brett started seeing stars. Then Leo hunted
down that one spot he was always so very good at finding.
    Brett’s hands closed on the sheets on either
side of him. His hips jerked up, and an almost painful jolt of
pleasure shot through his dick as it twitched back to life. “Oh
fuck…”
    Leo smirked down at him. “I bet you want to
touch yourself now,” he whispered, his words dark and low like a
dirty, little secret.
    Swallowing hard, Brett nodded jerkily. His
right hand was already moving toward his cock, but Leo stopped it
with a cluck of his tongue.
    “Don’t. No touching what’s mine.”
    He withdrew his fingers from Brett’s ass and
stroked his own cock, spreading what was left of the lube over
it.
    “ That’s what this ring means, isn’t it?” he
asked as he pushed Brett’s legs up and looked at him, like his heart and soul were right there,
bare like his body.
    “Means you’re all mine just as much as I’m
yours.”
    On the last word, he snapped