Once he was loosened up enough, he began to move in earnest. At first, it was awkward, and he had to reposition his legs to find the right angle, but once he did, I swore I saw stars. It wasn’t the first time someone had ridden my dick, but it was thebest. Maybe it was because I was able to run my hands over his body freely, maybe it was because I could feel how hard he was as his dick rubbed and slapped against my stomach.
But mostly? It was because it was Levi.
All I needed to do was sit there and let him do all the work, watching him. I could see the way he realized he could roll his hips to save on effort but still make me groan, or the way he found the spot deep inside him that made his cock leak against my stomach even more fiercely than before. It was the way he was in complete control, but I felt him shudder when my hands closed around his hips, as if threatening to take the control from him, but just letting my fingers grip and feel his muscles as they rolled and shifted.
“God,” Levi said, his eyes half lidded, and I could tell he was almost there.
That worked just fine for me. “Keep going, I’m almost there. I want you to feel it.”
“Please,” he breathed.
“Then don’t stop.”
“Never.”
He rode me without hesitation and with complete abandon, and I groaned when I felt the dirty bastard tighten around my dick on purpose. I’d always enjoyed fucking him, I’d always enjoyed coming inside him, but right now I needed both more than I could remember needing anything. The feel of him was incredible, and I was getting more and more lost in it even as my body began to tighten, preparing to paint his insides. My breath was coming faster, sharper, and I was starting to make less sense as I tried to verbally egg him on, knowing how much he liked hearing me talk while we were having sex.
“Levi,” I growled as I felt the first spasm signaling I was about to come. I gripped his hips even tighter, holding on as I pushed down on them, finally taking control from him.
“Oh shit,” he breathed as he was seated in my lap, eyes going wide as I began to thrust into him. “God, I can feel...everything.”
“Fuck,” I sighed as I watched him wrap his hand around his cock. With only a handful of pumps, his back arched, and I was given another wave of pleasure as his entire body bore down around me while he cried out. Warmth splattered my stomach as he came hard, his legs shaking from pleasure and the effort of making us both feel good. “Oh fuck, yes.”
When it was done, I had to help him before he collapsed off the couch, and brought him close so I could hold him against me. It meant pressure on the wound, but I could ignore that pain in the face of how good it was to have him there, leaning on me as if I were the only thing keeping him steady and grounded. He had given himself to me completely with that last act, and pride and something far warmer, far deeper swelled inside me when I realized no one else had ever seen that side of him. That was the Levi that had been so heavily hidden from the world, Levi himself had forgotten it existed.
“God,” he said, stirring back to life. “We need to get you cleaned up. I came on your bandages.”
I snorted. “Of course, that’s what you’re thinking of.”
“Well, someone needs to take care of you,” he grumbled, grunting when my softening cock slipped out of him. “And there’s more cum on this couch. God, so glad it was cheap.”
“Probably should get a leather one.”
“Clearly.”
“Hey, uh, Levi?” I began as he started to get up. “Kind of wanted to ask something of you.”
“A favor?”
“Sort of...yeah.”
He smiled, bending to give me a soft, lingering kiss. “At this point, you can ask me for anything, Dom. If it’s in my power, I’ll give it to you.”
“Good,” I said. “I want you to have dinner with my family.”
“What?”
LEVI
I was fine. This was fine. Everything was fine.
How many times are you going to repeat that?
As many times as it took to believe the lies coming out of my mouth.
You haven’t said it out loud yet.
No, I hadn’t, because people who muttered to themselves were given a wide berth and drew attention. I didn’t need to say the words aloud, because I could have a conversation with myself in my own head as it was.
