Love Lies Bleeding by Remmy Duchene (carter reed txt) 📕

"Roll over," Leo demanded. "Get on your knees."

Anderson couldn't think. All he could do was what Leo told him. He arched his back, reached beneath his body and stroked his cock. He squeezed it tight and jerked himself until a damn finger rubbed against his ready hole. He moaned.

He wasn't entirely sure when Leo got undressed, but the next thing he knew, Leo's dick was sinking into him slowly, deeply.

"Leo—harder!"

"Patience. You're so—damn tight."

"Give it to me! Fuck me!"

"Aren't we a little slut?"

Anderson laughed and slammed his hips back pushing Leo roughly into him. He whimpered, and his muscles went limp.

It was blissful—completely perfect. His eyes widened, along with his mouth. Leo ground his hips forward, sinking further.

"Oh yes…"

Bending forward, he bit into a pillow and allowing this man he barely knew to take him roughly. Each time Leo dipped in deep, Anderson felt as if everything was perfect with the world, for pure pleasure surged through him.

The sounds Leo made above him, their bodies colliding and Leo sliding between his cheeks, sent a wave rushing through Anderson. Licking his lips, he pulled away from his lover and rolled over to his back. He knew he would climax soon and when he did, he wanted to see Leo. He wanted their eyes to meet. That thought scared him a little more than he cared to admit. He'd never dreamt of being wild in bed with anyone. Before, his orgasms were private but with Leo—he wanted to shout his joy so loud the world heard.

Leo must have read his mind, for the moment he was on his back, Leo shoved in deep again, bracing Anderson's legs against his hips. Reaching down, Leo pinched his nipples and that was it for Anderson.

Arching upward, he forced himself to keep his eyes open and while Leo twisted his nipples and, their gazes locked, he had the most powerful orgasm ever. A wild cry ripped from his lips just as spurts of hot cum sprayed through the air, landing on his chest and abs.

"Anderson…"

His name—like a prayer—tumbled from Leo's mouth just before the cop leaned forward and took his lips. Anderson knew why, for Leo's dick jerked then stiffened inside him just before the condom stretched with hard force.

Together they slumped to the bed and he listened to Leo's heavy breathing.

"Damn, Anderson. Just—damn."

Anderson laughed. "You were no prude yourself. That was amazing."

"Stop… please… don't stop."

Anderson chuckled and turned his head to look into Leo's eyes. He touched Leo's cheek gently then took a breath and pressed his hand to the bed. "I don't even know where that condom came from."

Leo smirked. "I'm smooth like that."

Anderson laughed. Then silence filled the room. Neither man looked away.

"We're going to catch him you know," Leo whispered. "Don't worry about it. It may not be tomorrow or the day after, but we'll catch him."

"I know."

"We found a flower in your father's house. The lab said it was love-lies-bleeding."

"How did that get there?"

Leo shrugged and caressed his fingers over Anderson's shoulder. "I don't know. But we are pretty sure of one thing right now."

"What's that?"

"The person who killed your father was the person who broke into your house."

"How do you know that?"

"The red powder we found at your place is the same flower."

"Okay." Anderson sat on and crossed his legs meditation style. "This guy kills my father by cutting off his head…"

"Your dad was strangled."

Anderson suddenly couldn't breathe. He pushed from the bed, bolted out the door, and tore down the hall to the bathroom. He didn't have time to close the door. Everything he'd eaten that day came right back. He barely managed to catch the sink. His body heaved powerfully as the stench of vomit filled the air around him.

"Anderson?"

He couldn't answer. He merely slipped to the ground with his throat burning.

Leo entered and knelt beside him. "I'm sorry. I should have said that with more… I don't know. I'm sorry."

"Can I have some water?"

"Sure."

Hearing Leo's footsteps disappear down the hall, Anderson gripped the sink and pulled himself to stand. He turned on the water, washed out the sink then rinsed his mouth. Closing the toilet, he sat on the seat and buried his face in his hands.

"Here you go."

Thanking Leo, Anderson took slow sips of the water, soothing his throat.

"Come on. Come to bed," Leo whispered taking his hand. "Hopefully things will look different in the morning."

Smiling sadly, Anderson allowed Leo to lead him back to bed.

Chapter Seven

Before the alarm clock could go off, Leo stuck a hand out and turned it off. He was shocked at first to feel a hard body next to his. It had been so long since he woke up having a lover beside him. When he saw the body and the handsome face of Anderson Williams, he first wondered if Jazmon would approve of him seeing his son. Though he didn't want to get out of bed, he bit his tongue, kissed Anderson's shoulder, and eased from the bed. He took some time to watch Anderson sleep before smiling at the silliness he was feeling and left to turn on the coffeemaker. Once that was done, he took a shower and got dressed before re-entering the bedroom.

"Hey… Andy. Wake up."

Anderson moaned but didn't open his eyes. Leo couldn't help himself then. He leaned in, slid a hand down Anderson's toned body, and caressed his cock to life. He bit along Anderson's collar and whispered his name again. "Anderson… open your eyes for me."

This time Anderson's lashes slowly lifted to reveal a heated stare. "What a way to wake up." Anderson laughed softly. "Give me your mouth."

While their tongues swirled around each other's, Leo took in the moment, feeling Anderson pulsate against his hand. He's been with a few men but none of them would have gone for being jacked off first thing in the morning. But Anderson was arching into him, kissing him deeper, and moaning for him. He stroked Anderson with a tight