“Ohshit,” he hissed when my tongue pushed between his cheeks to his hole. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped when I felt the muscles of his ass flex around my tongue, as if welcoming me. Or just because his whole body tensed when I did it, and he was caught off guard by my boldness. “God, Dom I...you’d better be ready to follow through on that.”
I had a good idea what he meant, but that meant one of us making a trip to the bedroom, and right now I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Honestly, the taste wasn’t all that weird, different, but not horrible. That and he was making those whining noises, and it was obvious that as much as he had enjoyed the head I’d given him, he enjoyed his ass being played with a hell of a lot more.
I wasn’t sure what the trick to it was, but I went with massaging his insides with my tongue while I gripped his cock and slowly pumped him. That seemed to do the trick since he didn’t seem to know if he wanted to thrust into my hand or shove his ass closer, trying to take all my tongue inside him. Still holding tight to his leg, I pressed my face as far as I could to get my tongue deeper, using the thicker part of my tongue to push against the muscles of his ass.
Levi groaned heavily, his legs winding around my head, holding me in place as if I were trying to escape. If I could, I would have grinned at how desperate he was, demanding and yet totally butter in my hands. He groaned again when my tongue pushed to the other side, and I felt him throb against my hand. I could tell he was getting riled up, and honestly, my jeans were getting more uncomfortable as I worked steadily at pleasuring him.
“Fuck,” I muttered, pulling away to undo my pants, letting out a sigh of relief now my dick wasn’t rubbing against the hard seam of my jeans. Using my mouth to wet two of my fingers, I pushed into him. There was more resistance now than there had been last night when I had done the same, but I wasn’t worried. That little twink in the locker room a few years ago had been far tighter when I’d pushed my dick into him, and from what Levi had said last night, I suspected that two spit-covered fingers after eating his ass wasn’t going to be a hassle.
His hips bucked on my fingers even as I continued stroking him. I had to pause so I could grip the table and stand over him as I rocked my fingers in and out. Color was rapidly coming to his cheeks as he lay there, staring up at me with wide eyes. I brought him closer again, so his ass was hanging dangerously over the edge of the table. Clearly, his attempt to pretend he was annoyed when I was manhandling him didn’t count for much when I was fingers deep. He was giving up all pretense of needing control, now I was getting ready to fuck him again. There was a savage pleasure in it, a need to push limits even further.
I kissed him, as I spread my fingers, breaking the kiss when I realized the friction was growing. He made a soft noise of protest when he felt my fingers leave, but his eyes widened when I brought them to his mouth. Muttering a curse that was moreexclamation than protest, he took my fingers into his mouth, and I watched the moment he realized there were three.
“Don’t worry, baby,” I told him softly as I reached down to push three fingers into him. There was far more resistance this time, and I watched the corner of his eye twitch as I spread him open faster than I had last night. He didn’t protest, though, and in fact, he spread his legs even further to give me access as he instinctively tried to fight me off and failed miserably. “I’m not going to use spit to fuck you.”
“At this point, I don’t think I’d care,” he admitted as he held onto me, his eyes locked on my dick as it lay across his thigh. “Then again?—”
I chuckled, not sure why that made his grip on me flex, but that was a mystery for another time. “Horny brain is not a smart brain, even when you’re usually smart.”
“You make me so fucking stupid,” he said, his head tipping back and closing his eyes as I thrust all three fingers inside him, feeling the way he squeezed around me. “I fucking love it.”
“Then you’re going to love what else I’m going to do to you,” I said, smirking when one of his hands found my dick and wrapped around it.
“Please tell me the next part is where you stick this big fucking thing inside me,” he practically panted, staring at me with pupils that practically took over his beautiful eyes.
“It’s the next part,” I admitted. “I’m going to get the lube, and you...why don’t you get on over to the couch?”
“Good, awesome, great,” he seethed, waiting until I pulled my fingers out and backed up so he could hop down.
I took a moment to shimmy my jeans down to my ankles and kick them off. Walking out of the dining room and through the living room, I stopped in the doorway to the bedroom when I heard a chuckle and turned around to see him by the couch. “What?”
“I was right, you have a fuzzy ass,” he said with a smirk. “And it’s amazing.”
“Well, maybe one day you’ll get the chance to show me how much you love it,” I told him with a shrug.
His smirk disappeared in a flash. “You’re joking.”
“What, are you that much of a bottom?” I asked with a laugh.
“I...no, but...have you ever...”
“Bottomed?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never even let a finger in there.”
“Right, so?—”
“So like a lot of things, you’re the exception, Levi, you always have been,” I said, watching his eyes grow even wider as I walked into the bedroom to let him think about that. The lube, it turned out, had not been put back in its proper place in the drawer. Apparently, neither of us noticed it had disappeared or thought to put it back, so sadly, I couldn’t return until I found it.
After finding it under the dresser, I came back and stopped, sucking in a breath. Levi was kneeling on the couch, his arms and chest resting on the arm, his ass facing me. His back was already arched, and my breath left me at the sight of how ready and willing he was, and I sent up a prayer, thanking heaven for the chance to see something like that.
“Goddamn,” I hissed, opening the bottle as he looked over his shoulder, reaching behind him and making sure I was watching as he pushed his fingers inside himself, clearly keeping himself ready. “Alright then.”
He grinned. “What?”
“Innocence doesn’t work when you’re bent over the couch, fingering yourself,” I told him, shaking my head as I opened the lube. I was lucky I didn’t drop the thing because my hands were shaking. I squirted out more than I meant to, some of it landing on the hardwood floor as I approached him, and I was glad thathe didn’t have a lot of fabric...other than the couch, of course, but hell, he could afford to replace it if we ruined it.
