“I…Okay,” I rasp. “You don’t fuck around, do you?”
“Oh, it’s been past time since I’ve needed to stake my claim on you,” Levon says. “We’ve been dancing around things for too long. Now I need to lock you down. Hope that works for you.”
I can’t help the laugh that explodes out of me. Levon may play a bottom when it suits him, but he is more of a switch. I’ve been very aggressive about wanting things on my terms. I feel like I have more to lose.
“We need to sell it,” he growls, dragging his nose up my throat. “Elsie will smell the bullshit otherwise. So either you’re going to announce your change of address or I will.”
“You live in a really nice condo,” I mutter. “My apartment isn’t going to be big enough for us.”
“You live as if living in Nashville is temporary,” he observes.
“I went to school in Michigan,” I say. “I did my residency there, got my first job working with the team there, and then decided I wanted to experience a warmer climate. That’s ultimately why I accepted the job here.”
“It’s mid-December,” he says. “We had warmer weather tonight in New Orleans than at home.”
“This is true. I get warmer weather for longer periods of time,” I shrug. “You guys had a really good fucking game. There was no mercy on either side.”
“Thanks. I really thought we’d be able to pull out the win,” he says. “The Dragons are always a difficult opponent. Now, if you don’t have any objections, I want to bite and fuck you before you move in with me. I don’t care if you’re the one filling my ass instead with your cum, but the bites are non-negotiable.”
My brain stops as I stare wide-eyed up at him.
“We care about each other, and I’m not giving you up,” he insists. “Marilyn can play all the fucking games she wants. You’re good for me. I’m not as pissed off at the world, I only fight during games when I know it’ll help the team, and that’s honestly why I think Coach Miles figured out we were seeing each other.”
“Besides me swallowing your cum at work?” I ask. God, I can’t even deal with him right now.
“I think he knew before that,” Levon winces. “I’m incredibly private, I don’t flaunt my hookups, but I had a really hard time not watching you like a stalker. I thought I was being careful, clearly I was delusional.”
“So you want to be stuck with me?” I ask. “It’s just?—”
“Mine means mine,” he growls. “Edge, fuck, and dominate me, Santo. I don’t want anyone to say that what we have isn’t real. We may just be getting started in getting to know each other, but I haven’t been home all week.”
“This is true,” I smirk. “I’m lucky my apartment doesn’t have a lot of shit in it since I recently moved. It’ll be less of a hassle to pack everything up. I’m never home long enough to bother turning it into more than a place for me to sleep. I kind of didn’t think you wanted me in your space for some reason.”
“Like I’m going to argue with you when you tell me to get my ass to your apartment?” Levon asks. “I’m a lot of things, but I’m not an idiot. You spanked my dick the last time I acted like one.”
Barking out a laugh, I remember the way he sassed me a few days ago.
“I have to keep you on your toes,” I admit. “I enjoy pushing you to be a brat.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’ll change. Moving in together just means I get all the massages I want and a well stretched asshole.”
Rolling my eyes because he’s not wrong, I fist his hair and pull his face down to kiss him. We both semi stripped when we got back from the game, and he shoves my boxers down. Raising my hips to help, I roll him over so I’m on top.
“How the mighty fall,” I murmur, kicking off my boxers.
“Just fuck me please,” Levon growls playfully, yanking so roughly his boxers rip.
Since he’ll never be able to wear them again, I tear them off and throw them on the floor unrepentantly.
“I will, but I’m going to do it differently than usual,” I murmur, grabbing a wet wipe to clean my fingers. I am about to get them messy again, but massage oil and lube are very different entities. “Grab your ankles and spread your legs like Daddy’s little whore.”
“Santo.” My name is breathed like a prayer as he does as I ask, his asshole on display just for me.
“Such a good boy,” I praise, finding the lube in my nightstand and coating my fingers.
Pressing them against his tight hole, I watch as his head drops back, waiting for me to push my way in with two fingers. I open them in a vee shape as I stretch him, enjoying the sounds he makes as I do.
“Santo, please,” he begs.
