16. Jacob

16

JACOB

F uck.

I felt like I'd somehow fucked everything up.

All I'd wanted to do was comfort Leo and try to make him feel better in the middle of what was turning into a disaster. I knew it was important for him to make sure everyone was able to get home on time, but I just didn't know what could be done about it. I also had no idea how to respond when he'd put me on the spot about my past relationships, almost like he'd wanted me to apologize for them or something.

But I didn't feel like I needed to apologize for my past, especially when I'd always been upfront with previous partners about how I felt about relationships. I never led anybody on, never misguided anyone. And yet, I felt like I was on trial for something I didn't even know had been wrong.

Because Leo didn't want me to be the one comforting him. He didn't want me anywhere near him, at all.

A tennis bracelet. A condo in Paris.

I was walking toward Keith's room before I even knew where I was going, something boiling inside my veins. He needed to back the fuck off Leo, and he also needed to back the fuck off me. It pissed me off beyond belief that he'd tried to investigate my background, as if he genuinely expected to find anything. Even if he had, he had no right to go spreading that information around.

Even if there were huge mistakes in my past, it wasn't Keith's job to make them known to the fucking world.

"Jacob?" Keith pulled open his bedroom door, a smile already on his face. "Perfect. Just the man I wanted to see. Come in."

"Why? So, you can just kill me and get it over with?"

Keith let out a hearty laugh before he waved me deeper into his room. "Seriously, man. Get over here. We need to talk."

I stepped into his room, Keith closing the door behind me. I took a few moments to look around and get acquainted with my surroundings, just in case Keith tried something idiotic like attacking me and I needed to get out of a hairy situation. Surprisingly, Keith's room wasn't filled to the brim with life-sized poster cut-outs of him and framed photographs of selfies. Instead, it was tastefully decorated, with a few choice photographs on his desk.

One of them was the shot of him and Leo in Cabo.

"What did you want to talk to me about, Keith?" I asked as I subtly placed that particular photo face-down on his desk.

"I'm guessing Leo told you that I did some digging on you?"

"Yep. Sure did."

"Good." He nodded. "Because that means I can skip right to the most important part. I think you and I both know that there's no dirt on you, Jacob. You're clean as a fucking whistle." Keith held up his hand before he went on. "But that doesn't mean I can't make things worth your while."

"Worth my while?"

"This needs to be hush-hush between us," Keith continued. "But I just signed a $100 million, four-year contract with my team."

"Congratulations," I said, sarcasm filling my tone. "You seem like you really deserve it."

"Thanks." Keith beamed. He then paused for a few seconds as he slowly tilted his head to the side. "How does $25 million sound to you?"

"What?"

"I could have it sent over to—Wild Woods, right?" Keith shifted his head back to its center. "$25 million and you'd never have to worry about money again. I know your company is far from being in the red, so this should just push all of you into a new stratosphere. Wealthier company. Wealthier clients."

"I don't want your fucking money, Keith?—"

"Oh, please." Keith rolled his eyes. "Everybody has a price. Of course, if we do end up arranging something tonight, you should know my expectations."

"I'd love to hear ‘em."

"When it comes to Leo, you don't exist anymore," he started. "You can still talk to him, on a professional basis, if he has any questions about, I don't know, something only you might know the answer to. But you're never going to touch him again. You're never going to call him or text him. He's mine and he needs to remember that."

"And you think he can't remember that because of me?"

"I think you could blur his vision and his judgment. I think he likes you because you call him pretty and probably play with his dick while you're doing it?—"

"Watch it," I warned. "You don't have the right to talk about Leo that way."

"See? It's that shit." Keith laughed. "That's why he's so obsessed with you! Big, mountain Virginia man who's going to protect him from everything. It's a cliché, but it works."

Keith took a step toward me. "But that's where it ends, right? You like feeling like a big, bad protector but you've never really had to protect anyone because you never commit. It's all fun and games with you. But to me, Leo isn't a game."

"So, I've heard. How much did that condo set you back? And that fucking bracelet?"

"Don't be mad about that, Jacob. It's a waste of your time. Besides, after you take my deal, you'll be able to buy the next person you're hooking up with their own private jet, if you really want to. I wouldn't recommend making that kind of investment, though. Not if you're not going to stick around?—"

"No."

"What was that?"

"Fuck you. And no." I made sure to enunciate every syllable. "Leo's not for sale. And I'm not, either."

"Fine. $35 million."

"Are you seriously trying to negotiate with me right now?" I scoffed in disbelief. "The answer is no , Keith. I don't care how much money you offer me. If things don't work out between me and Leo, it's because things don't work out. Not because I took a fucking bribe."

"Be reasonable here, Jacob?—"

"You be fucking reasonable, Keith," I shot back. "You think just because you're rich you can just buy whatever, whoever you want? That's not fucking normal. Looking into people, trying to find dirt isn't normal. Stalking your ex-boyfriend because he broke up with you over the bullshit that you did in the first place? Not normal."

"Jacob, just fucking listen to me?—"

"You fucked up, Keith, okay? I know it probably fucking hurts but you're never getting Leo back. You just need to let it go?—"

"Shut the fuck up!" Keith snapped, right before I noticed his fist flying toward my face.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Leo was under enough stress. Me getting into a fight with one of his clients wasn't going to help anything, especially if it somehow made it to the fucking news. Thankfully, I was able to dodge Keith's initial hit, even though his second landed somewhere against my abs.

"Fuck! Keith! What the fuck?" I shouted, before I lunged toward him, trying my best to subdue him before he could do any more damage.

But Keith managed to escape my grip. He pulled his fist back, ready to take aim again. This time, I grabbed for his arm, pulling it behind his back.

"Stop this shit! Right now!"

"Why won't you just let Leo fucking go?!" He screamed. "It's not like you can't get other guys! Just take the money and fucking disappear!"

"Probably for the same reason you're acting like this right now," I calmly replied. "I don't want other guys. I don't… I don't want anyone else. I think. Not if I can be with Leo."

The realization hit me, around the same time as Keith did, having escaped my hold for a second time. His fist collided with my eye, as my heart raced behind my chest, thoughts of Leo running through my mind.

"Fuck. I think I might be in love with Leo," I said, as I moved toward Keith again, kicking him in the back of his knees and hoping to take him down. The move worked as predicted, and soon Keith was on the ground in front of me.

I sat on the back of his legs and folded his arms behind him before I said, "Oh, my God. I just turned down millions of dollars because I'm in love with Leo. That's what this is, isn't it? That's why you're trying to kick my ass?"

"You've seriously never been in love before?" Keith asked, his tone curious. "As in, never?"

"No. Never."

"And you had to go and fall in love with the love of my fucking life, huh?"

"Leo's not the love of your life, Keith."

"How the fuck would you know?"

"Because I'm assuming if you really thought he was the love of your life, you wouldn't have cheated on him at every given opportunity?"

"That had nothing to do with how I felt about him," he grumbled. "And Leo blew all of that way out of proportion. I never did any of that shit in our bed. And I always came back home to him, always."

"Oh, Keith. You are making it very hard to be kind to you right now."

"You consider this kind ?"

"You attacked me. I only acted out of self-defense," I replied. "I never intentionally tried to hurt you, even though you probably gave me a black eye."

Keith went quiet for a moment. "Shit."

"Shit?"

"I think you're going to win this one."

"Not really a competition, but okay?—"

"No, I mean, you're like a good person." He shook his head. "No wonder Leo's all over you. If I were you right now, I'd probably sock me in the face again, just for good measure."

"Yeah, that doesn't seem like the right move to me."

Keith let out an exasperated sigh. "Fuck. Fine. You can have him. You can have Leo."

"Gee, thanks for your permission." I couldn't help but laugh at Keith's idea of graciousness.

"Just promise me that you'll treat him really good, okay? He deserves that much," Keith went on. "And trust me, if I even get a whiff that there's trouble in paradise, I'll be flying back to Virginia in a goddamn heartbeat."

"You know what, Keith? I think you've finally got yourself a deal."

"Leo?" It was early the next morning, and I was knocking on Leo's door, my heart pounding fast in my ears. "Leo? Are you in there?"

I'd spent the rest of the night away from Leo, not wanting to disturb him. I'd sent a few texts that he hadn't responded to, and I had a feeling that he wasn't interested in talking until he'd managed to calm down about the flight situation.

Although, a more irrational part of me wondered if this was Leo's way of cutting things off between us, ghosting me in real time. And even though I knew that if Leo did want to end things, he would've at least done me the courtesy of breaking up with me in person, it didn't help that he still wasn't answering his door.

"Leo?" I raised my hand to knock again, but this time, the door opened before my knuckles could rasp against the wood.

"Diego?" I stared down at him in pure shock. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of dark shorts. "What are you doing in Leo's room?"

"Borrowing some sunscreen," Diego answered, as he held the bottle up in front of me. "Leo said we're going to be outside pretty much all day today and I'm not interested in getting a sunburn. Snow or no snow, the sun always stays the same."

"Hey! Jacob! Guys, it's Jacob!" Chris called out from the room, too. "Good! We're going to need all of us if we're going to make this work."

"Yep. It's all hands on deck." Andrew offered me a wave. "Hey, Diego! Are you done with that sunscreen yet?"

"Hey! Jacob! My man!" Keith waved, too, brimming with enthusiasm. "Sorry, I should've gotten your number last night, added you to the group text."

Everyone in the room turned to look back at Keith, before looking over at me, confusion written all over their faces.

"Right. That." Keith sliced his hand across his neck with an exaggerated motion. "All of that? Completely dead. Jacob and I came to an understanding last night. He's a better man than I am."

"Thanks for saying that, Keith?—"

"And we also agreed that if he fucks up with Leo, all rights revert back to me."

"Not sure about that part—" I cut myself off, as I quickly glanced around the room. "Speaking of Leo, do any of you know where he is right now?"

"Jacob?" Leo said my name, as he suddenly appeared right behind me. Bradley was next to him, clearly dressed for much colder weather than the inside of the lodge called for.

"Leo! There you are," I started, feeling more nervous than I'd expected. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about?—"

"You need to get dressed to go outside. We can talk later," Leo instructed. "All of us are getting ready to go and clear the airstrip."

"What?"

"If the snow's the main thing in our way, why don't we take care of it ourselves?" He went on. "I talked about it with Brent last night, and he said if we got it looking good enough, he might be able to talk to the airstrip workers and try to make a case for us getting out of here sooner."

"Leo, that's…" I looked over at him, my words getting lost in pure awe. "That's genius, actually. It at least gives them one less excuse for not letting us travel."

"Yep. That's what I was thinking, too." Leo smiled, but it reminded me of the way he used to smile when we first met, like he was fully back in PR mode.

Like we hadn't spent the better part of this week in each other's beds, in each other's arms.

"And Bradley? You already signed off on this?" I asked.

Bradley quietly nodded, not adding a single word to the conversation.

"All right, then. Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready to go."

"Fuck! It's cold as tits out here!" Chris groaned as soon as we stepped out of Bradley's truck and onto the airstrip.

He wasn't wrong. Even though I was used to the weather, it was easy to imagine that people who weren't from Virginia would've been freezing. Bradley, of course, seemed completely unbothered by it, a fact that amused me to no end as I saw the miserable look on the rest of the guy's faces.

"Couldn't we have recruited a few more people? Maybe some of the photographers?" Chris continued. "They're probably pretty good with their hands, aren't they?"

"Right. They're good with their hands. Which means, they can't really risk injuring them, especially if they have a big shoot coming up," Leo replied.

"Hey, our hands are worth something, too," Andrew joined the conversation.

"Sure, but your hands are also all probably insured for millions. The photographers? Not so much."

"He has a point there," Diego murmured, before he slammed the car door behind him.

"All right, then. Where do we start, Leo?" Keith hopped out of the truck next, a broom held firmly in his hand. "Do we each just get started in different directions and meet back here in a few hours? Or?"

"I… actually don't know," Leo quietly admitted. "Maybe we should—I'm guessing it's sort of like?—"

"First things first, Bradley and I will go look and see if they have any extra equipment," I said, stepping in for Leo. "It'll be easier if we can find some plows and some blowers. Some people can drive, some people can clean up behind the drivers." I turned to look over at Leo. "But only if that sounds good to you, boss?"

"Yeah. That sounds good to me." Leo smiled, still seeming like we were co-workers and nothing else. "Thanks for the save, Jacob."

I nodded before I went on, "Now, show of hands time. Who wants to plow? And who wants to blow?"

There was a mixture of hands held up high in the air, and a few moments later, everyone had their assigned position. Surprisingly, I didn't hear a lot of complaints throughout the day, as the guys played their roles and worked hard on the airstrip. Although, maybe I shouldn't have been too shocked by that, since I was dealing with a group of guys who were used to being told what to do 24/7 and obviously had no issue with committing themselves to a specific role for years and years.

Throughout the clean-up, I'd tried and failed miserably to speak to Leo, one-on-one. I couldn't tell if he was avoiding me on purpose or just genuinely busy, as he divided his time between sweeping up remnants of heavy snow and shooting off emails to various agents and managers. The most it seemed that I could get out of him was a small smile or a playful wink.

Nothing serious. Nothing vulnerable.

Nothing real.

When all was said and done, we piled back into Bradley's truck, after putting back all the borrowed equipment. Once we were at the lodge, everyone headed straight for the bar, sinking into the couches in front of the fireplaces and plugging their phones into nearby wall chargers. I made a space for myself on one of the couches, seated between Diego and Chris, as they stared down at their phones.

Suddenly, Diego's face shot up from his phone. "Wait."

He then turned toward Leo, a mischievous grin taking over his expression. "Did you think we were going to forget?"

"Forget what?" Leo asked, standing behind the bar.

"That's right!" Chris snapped his fingers. "You said you were going to make us drinks, mate!"

"Make us drinks! Make us drinks!" Diego began the chant. "Make us drinks!"

"Make us drinks! Make us drinks! Make us drinks!" The rest of the room joined in on the chant, as Leo's cheeks turned a deep shade of red.

"Okay! Okay!" Leo laughed as he held up his hands. "You don't need to make it a whole thing! I'll make some drinks. You guys deserve it, anyway, after all your hard work today."

"Thank you kindly, Leo," Andrew added to the conversation, with a small smile. "And just so you know, I've always been partial to bourbon."

"Are you avoiding me?"

The question tumbled out of my mouth after everyone had long since left the bar. It'd been about an hour since Leo had made drinks for everyone, and I was still feeling the slightest buzz in my veins from some of the whiskey I'd had in my cup. When I looked over at Leo, who was cleaning up a few glasses, still standing behind the bar, he had an expression on his face like a deer caught in headlights.

"No," he started, his gaze averting mine. "Fine. Yes. Shit."

"Wait. Really?" I squinted in confusion. "You're actually avoiding me?"

"What do you want me to say, Jacob?"

"I want you to tell me why."

"Because I realized something yesterday." He shook his head as he spoke. "I realized that what we've been doing has been nice and all, but?—"

"But?"

"But I don't think you're interested in trying something different." Leo's voice was low. "I don't think you're interested in—I don't even know if you're ready for?—"

"A boyfriend. That's the word you're trying to get to, right?" I suggested. "You don't think I'm ready to have a boyfriend."

"Right."

"But that's what you want us to be? Boyfriends?"

"I… don't know." Leo blew out a heavy breath. "All I know is that I don't want it to be something completely off the table. I can understand if you're not ready because we haven't known each other long enough, but what happens if I get that job in Roanoke, and we keep hooking up for years and years and then one day you tell me to stop calling you because you've got a new man in your life? I don't think I can take that kind of heartbreak all over again?—"

"Why can't we take it one day at a time?" I pressed. "You're so lost in the future, Leo, that you can't even see what's right in front of you." I casually climbed over the bar, not stopping until I was standing in front of him. "Look, I can't say that I'm going to be the perfect boyfriend. I mean, I'll barely know what I'm doing, since I've never been in anything serious before. But you know what I do know?"

"What?"

"I know that I fucking hate it when you look at me like I'm just another one of your clients. I hate it when you fake a smile at me or give me that perfect PR personality." I took another step closer to Leo. "That's not you. At least, not the real you. Not the version of you I've been holding in my arms, one way or another, every night since we met."

"Jacob—"

"Will you come to my bedroom tonight?" I cut him off with the question, letting it linger between us.

Leo looked away from me again, everything about him seeming hesitant. "I don't know if—what happens if we?—"

"Even if you're completely done with me, you could still consider this the very last time?" I pressed a soft kiss against Leo's forehead. "Come to bed with me, baby. Just one last time. That's all."

"I don't want you to hurt me, Jacob," Leo murmured. "You have no idea how much you could hurt me."

"Hey," I said, placing Leo's chin in my hand, forcing him to turn back toward me. "I would never hurt you, Leo. Not on purpose. You have to know that by now."

"Sometimes, I feel like I don't know anything."

"You know me. And you know you." I brought my hand down to his, slowly intertwining our fingers. "And you know how good it feels when we're together. How good it feels when you're completely giving yourself over to me."

"How good it feels when you're…" Leo's words trailed off, his cheeks turning red yet again.

"Come to bed with me, Leo," I asked for a second time. "Please."

Leo subtly nodded his head.

"But just once. That's it. And that's all."

Mine. Mine. Mine.

It was all I could think as I watched Leo step into my bedroom, his arms folded across his chest. He was always such a vision to look at, but tonight in particular, he looked so gorgeous it almost hurt to look at him. He was a painting come to life, a muse who'd somehow escaped the frames, with his tight black t-shirt and jeans that hugged him in all the right places.

He was the only man, woman, person that I'd ever wanted with this kind of intensity, everything in me aching to touch him, claim him, make him mine.

"The guys did pretty good today, didn't they?" He started the conversation with a smile. "Better than I think anyone expected."

"Yeah, I'm surprised no one threatened us with a lawsuit for working them so hard outside of their usual training," I joked. "They kind of seem like the type."

"Keith, especially," Leo joked right back. "I swear, he has his lawyer on speed dial."

Leo's smile suddenly faded away. "I saw you two talking, while we were getting the snow cleared."

"What can I say?" I shrugged. "Keith's still an asshole, but I think we had a breakthrough. Even though, he did try to kick my ass last night?—"

"He tried to kick your ass last night?" Leo's eyes went wide. "Why? What happened?"

"Uh…" My words trailed off, as I went back and forth in my mind about how to answer that question. " You happened, Leo."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that Keith tried to buy me off last night to get me to stay away from you forever. I said no. And then, he threw the first punch." I shrugged again. "Not a big deal. Seemed more like a temper tantrum than anything else."

"Keith tried to buy you off?" Leo scoffed. "How much was he offering you? $100K?"

"$25 million."

"$25 mill—" Leo brought a hand up to his mouth, seeming like he was in complete shock. "He tried to give you $25 million dollars?! In actual money?!"

"Yeah?"

"And you said no?!"

"Yeah, that's right." I nodded for extra measure. "It didn't matter how much he offered me, really. I was never going to agree to something like that."

"What is wrong with you?" There were suddenly tears in Leo's eyes.

"…What's wrong with me?" I was stunned by his response. "Are you actually upset that I didn't take Keith's bribe to stop talking to you?"

"No! I'm upset because I don't get you!" Leo threw up his hands in pure frustration. "You turned down all that money just to keep talking to me? You whisk me away from work just to make sure I can get a nice view on a starry night? You help me with executing my vision for the photoshoots like it's no big deal?"

"You're saying all of that like it's a bad thing?—"

"Because you don't want me!" he yelled out. "Because you don't want to keep me! Because you're the most romantic man I think I've ever met in my whole life, and I'm going to be comparing other people to you forever and no one's going to measure up."

Leo brought his hands to his face, covering it completely. "I don't think I know how to be just another one of your hook ups, Jacob. But you make me want so much more. I mean, fuck. Do you know how embarrassing this is? Even tonight, it's obvious all you want is to have a good time and I'm ruining it because I feel things?—"

"What do you feel?" I asked, placing my hands on his waist, pulling him close to me. "Use your words."

"I don't want to." Leo looked up at me now, a pleading expression behind his eyes. "Please. Don't make me. I don't know if I'll be able to take it."

"Do you even know what it'd be like?"

"What?"

"Being mine," I replied. "I'm a Dom, Leo. That's never going to change. You'd have to be okay being submissive to me, all the time. Being together this week was just a small taste of it."

"I don't care about that." Leo shook his head. "I… I like being submissive to you. I like letting you lead."

"Have you ever been spanked before?"

"No."

"Have you ever worn a collar?"

"No."

"How do you feel about calling me sir ?"

"Is that what you want me to call you, sir ?" Leo's eyes were locked on mine. "Because I'll do whatever you say?—"

I cut off Leo's response with a deep kiss, pressing his back against the nearest wall. I groaned against our kiss as I felt Leo's cock already coming to life inside his pants, his bulge shamelessly straining against me. I reached a hand between us, my palm running over the bulge through his pants, loving the way his cock throbbed against my skin.

"Fuck. Look at you," I groaned again. "How are you this hard for me already, baby?"

"Because I want you," Leo replied, his skin flushing as he spoke. "Because I always fucking want you, even when I know you're going to fuck me and forget me?—"

I kissed him, swallowing up the rest of his words, as my hand proceeded to rub against his cock. I felt Leo try to reach out for me, his hands pressing against my shoulders, but I casually grabbed him by the wrists and held his arms above his head.

"You don't get to touch me until I say so," I quietly commanded. "You don't get to do anything until I say so. Understood?"

"Yes, sir. Anything you say." Leo stared back at me, with something like a small smile forming on his lips.

I smiled right back at him, unable to help myself, before I kissed him all over again.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

The word pounded against the inside of my head, as I started to press my lips across Leo's neck, his chin, his jaw. I was taking my time with him, taking in every moment we had left together. Because I didn't know how to tell Leo that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me, that I desperately wanted to try and be something more.

He was right about my track record. And I couldn't pretend like there wasn't a pattern to my relationships, the hook ups and the never-to-be-talked-to-agains. Even though I was falling for Leo, I never wanted to be the one to hurt him or break his heart.

I didn't want him to hurt me, either. I'd never had my heart broken before, ever, and I wasn't sure what to do if it ever happened, if I would be able to pick up the pieces and keep going on with my life.

What would happen if I never got over Leo? What if I couldn't?

Needing to shake away the thought, I began to move down Leo's frame, my lips moving from his jaw to his chest, as I held his shirt up toward his shoulders. My lips moved from nipple to nipple, brushing against the skin, before I moved down to his lean stomach. Leo shuddered as I subtly dragged my lips across his skin there, too, before moving down a few inches, my mouth hovering over the bulge in his pants.

I pressed my mouth against the bulge, taking it between my lips.

Leo groaned above me, his hands coming down to run through my hair. I looked up at him, with a stern expression. "What did I say about touching me, Leo?"

"Fuck. Sorry, sir." Leo let out a quick breath as he brought his hands back up against the wall. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Good boy." I pulled down Leo's pants and boxers, midway through his apology, his cock popping free from the fabric.

I didn't waste any time wrapping my lips around his shaft, letting my tongue lick a long stripe across his weeping slit. Leo groaned again, as his cock hardened inside my mouth, his shaft throbbing and desperate for release. I moved my mouth away from him and brought a hand up to his shaft, pumping it back and forth as I looked up at him again.

"Do you like the way that feels, baby?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to come for me?"

"Yes." Leo nodded. "Fuck, yes."

"Good." It was all I said as I stood up from the floor, leaving Leo's cock untouched and unfinished.

"But—Jacob—sir—" Leo seemed completely distraught. "I was so close?—"

"I know. I like it when you get all flustered," I admitted. "You should know by now how much I love turning you into a total mess for me, Leo. I love it when your want turns to need, when all you can do is beg for my cock."

"Why?"

"Why?" I hummed before I answered the question. "Because it's real. Because you can't hide that kind of desire from me. Because it takes so much trust for you to be vulnerable with me that way, to hand me the reins. It's intimacy, on a whole different level. It's an unbeatable connection."

"That's how I feel about it, too," Leo murmured. "That it's intimate. In a way I don't think I've ever been intimate before."

Leo then let out a small laugh.

"What is it? What's so funny?"

"It's just, can you take my shirt off now, too?" he asked. "I feel sort of ridiculous only being naked from the waist down."

"What if that's exactly how I want you?" I smirked, before I finished pulling his shirt off Leo's head. I then motioned for him to turn around and face the wall.

"Stretch out your arms and bend over. I need access to your perfect ass."

Leo nodded before doing as he was told, his fingers soon splayed out across the wall in front of him, his back bent in half. I crouched down behind him, just enough to part his cheeks, just enough to press my mouth up against his waiting entrance.

When I was in the perfect position, I ran my tongue across his sensitive hole. He shivered, and I repeated the motion, again and again, letting my tongue taste him and tease him. Leo shamelessly pressed his hips back against my mouth, like he was trying to get my tongue to go even deeper inside him. When he pushed his hips back for a second time, I raised one of my hands in the air before slamming my palm down hard against one of his cheeks.

"Fuck!" Leo cried out, before letting out a distinct moan of pleasure, my tongue licking him right after the spank.

"You were breaking the rules. Pushing your hips back like that was your way of trying to touch me," I said, matter-of-factly. "You break the rules, you get punished."

"Yes, sir. I understand."

"Good." I went back to pressing my tongue against his hole, but seconds after starting up again, I felt Leo's hips yet again pushing against my mouth. A lightning strike moved through my chest, as I raised a hand to spank him, this time on the other cheek. Leo whimpered, but I could see a small pool of precome forming underneath him, his legs shuddering with need and anticipation.

"Is that what you like, baby?" I murmured. "You like it when I punish you? When I spank you for breaking the rules?"

"No…," Leo lied.

And I couldn't help the grin that came over my face. "Good to know. In that case…"

I suddenly shifted position, pushing Leo's waist up toward the wall with me pressed close behind him. Without warning, I shot my hand down to his leaking cock, purposely getting some of his precome on my fingers before I started to stroke him with that same wetness. As I moved my palm up and down his cock, I used my other hand to steadily spank him, moving from one cheek to the other, unrelenting.

"Wait! Jacob!" Leo whined, even as his cock was getting harder and harder in my hand.

"Why are you getting so hard for me, baby? I thought you didn't like being spanked."

"I don't," Leo lied again, and I slapped his ass again, eliciting a shameless groan out of his chest. "Fuck…"

"Shit. You have that sit-down interview tomorrow, don't you?" I feigned concern in my tone, as I spanked him again. "How's that going to feel? Sitting down across from Tommy and having to pretend like your ass isn't sore from getting spanked all night? Having to remember giving yourself over to me?"

"Jacob…" Leo whimpered my name, and I could tell that he was seconds away from coming for me. Knowing that, I shifted the way I was holding his cock, now aiming it up toward his stomach and chest. When Leo finally came for me, his come sprayed against his skin, white strand after white strand landing on his chest and stomach. When he was covered in his own come, I turned him around to face me, wanting to see the work of art I'd created.

"Sir…?" Leo's voice was low, as he watched me watching him. "Do you want me to go get a towel or?—"

"No. Don't move," I warned, as I pulled down my pants and boxers now, too. "Don't you move a fucking muscle."

I hastily pulled off my shirt and let it fall to the floor. Moments later, I had my cock in my hand and was stroking myself to the image of Leo covered in his own come. Leo's eyes moved down to my shaft with a hunger behind them, like he wanted to get on his knees and suck my cock until I came down his throat. When he looked back up at me, he bit his lip, like he was holding himself back from saying something.

"What is it, baby? What do you need?"

"You don't want me to…?" Leo nodded toward my cock, my hand still stroking it. "I can take care of that for you, sir."

"You are going to take care of this for me," I replied. "With your perfect ass. And your perfect mouth. But first…"

I groaned, as I felt myself coming, my come decorating more of Leo's skin, my strands mixing with Leo's own from moments ago. Leo looked down to watch the scene unfolding, and I nearly growled when I noticed the way his cock twitched at the sight, already coming back to life for me.

"My mess. My perfect fucking mess," I groaned again, as I moved toward Leo, crashing my mouth against his. "Get on your knees for me, baby."