LEO AND DECLAN 1: Under His Touch

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Declan didn't bring me to my bedroom. He didn't even bring me to the couch.

Instead he shoved me against the pale blue wall and formed a cage around me with his arms, locking me in so all that existed was cold plaster against my back and his lips and hands, everywhere, in everything, teasing me and torturing me.

But he wanted me. He wanted me like I wanted him.

And then his lips were gone, just for a few seconds before they came back, because he was on his knees, hiking up my top and pressing gentle kisses to the skin above my waistline.

Lanky copper hair fell into my face and I pushed it back impatiently, never wanting to look away from him.

"You're so delicate," he told me, and I shivered at his breath on my bare skin. "So fucking pretty, Leo. Boys aren't supposed to be this pretty."

"Screw gender roles," I mumbled, breathless.

Dec grinned. "Rather screw you."

More kisses. More unraveling of my sanity.

He bit at my hipbone, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin the next second, drawing a pathetic whimper out of me. He only grinned some more, pressing a soft kiss to the spot below my navel before his tongue lashed out again, starting another round of sweet torture.

The hands that had been so violent in saving me from certain death earlier in the night were rough but tender, now, as they traced pathways up and down the backs of my thighs. I fell against the wall, my head tilting back.

"God, Dec," I whined. "Quit teasing me, please!"

He ripped my jeans open so hard the button popped off and rolled away across the floor, and I caught him smirking up at me from under those long black lashes as he yanked my pants down to my ankles. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart."

Sweetheart? I want to melt. I want to fly to another planet. I want you to suck me so hard I see stars right here. He kissed another spot of heat onto my skin, this time on my inner thigh, before sinking his teeth in and pulling back, his grip on my the back of my legs tightening, fingers splayed. "You, Dec! Please, I want your mouth. Want your tongue."

"Where?" He licked the base of my shaft through my thin cotton briefs and I jolted forward.

"On my cock!"

He curled his fingers into the hem of my underwear and tore them down, abandoning them around my knees to wrap his mouth around my cock. No more teasing, no wasting time—he took me into his mouth, tongue swirling around my dick, pressing against my slit before he took me in further, hot, wet heat covering every inch of me.

I buckled against his grip on my hips, trying not to scream. Tears welled in my eyes, ecstasy rocking my frame.

"Dec!"

My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him as tightly as I could, wishing he could just rip me in half and be done with it, because surely this was going to kill me.

How many times had I let my hand creep beneath my waistband with Declan on my mind? My best friend's strong hands running over my bare body, his cold blue eyes pressing down on me like a weight while I writhed around for him—and now he was on his knees, holding me in his tight grip and sucking my cock.

"God, Dec, you're so good, so fucking good."

I felt precum welling up and gasped as his throat bobbed around me. "Mmm," he pulled back, grinning up at me. "You taste good, Leo."