Chapter Thirteen:
Into Hell
Sidney
Ihave to be dreaming. There’s no way this is happening — I didn’t go from raging mad to touching cocks with the love of my life in reality. Yet as his hand wraps around both of us, it’s so... warm. I can feel the callouses on his palm from years of drumming, see the flecks of yellow in his stunning green eyes. My imagination isn’t this good. It never has been.
Without asking, I roll my hips and dig my nails into his shoulders to keep myself steady. “I’m sorry,” I whisper quickly. I want this too badly and I never have control after I’m edged like that. “I... I’m not gonna last long.”
Levi’s chuckle is so deep I feel it vibrate out of his chest. “That’s okay, Sid. Neither am I. Look at how good our dicks look together.”
I’m almost afraid to look away from his face. If I do, he might become someone else. If I do, my brain might stop tricking me into believing I’m finally giving in to Levi Cross and getting what I’ve always wanted.
But I have to see.
Glancing down, my cock leaks as it slides against his and I hit the point of no return. My hips move faster even as I beg myselfto slow down, to savor this, and then his words from the video hit me again.
I can’t come yet.
I didn’t earn it.
Whimpering, I meet Levi’s eyes again and find him staring at me as though he can read my mind, and then suddenly his mouth is on my throat. “Sidney,” he moans, his hips bucking up into his fists. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Oh, god. I’m not gonna survive this, not with him. My cock throbs so violently at his words that it makes me grunt, makes my vision blur. “Levi, please,” I rush out, eyes fluttering as he bites my skin. “Please tell me I can come.”
“So pretty when you beg,” he rasps against my pulse point, hand twisting so perfectly I almost lose it. “Come for me, Sid. Cover my cock in your cum so I can use you as lube.”
And there it is. Gasping, I clench my thighs around his and hold his gaze as I let out weeks’ worth of cum.
“Fuuuck!” he growls, his cock pulsing along with mine and his strokes become louder as I cover his fist, but that’s nothing compared to the mess we make when he begins to come too.
His whole body stiffens, and I feel his cum shoot up onto my chest as he continues to work us through it, and not for the first time, I find myself regretting my last rule.
I want to kiss him so badly it’s painful.
To distract myself, I scoop up some of his cum and lick it off my fingers, blushing slightly at the intense way he watches me. “Does my boy love the taste?”
He holds out his covered hand for me and wiggles his fingers, which I take as permission to keep going. Sucking each of his fingers into my mouth, I clean up the mess and get a little lost in it as he feeds me more from my chest, our cocks, and his other hand. Some people hate it, but I can’t get enough — I don’t stop until I’m a little cumdrunk and we’re both clean.
Reality slowly starts to seep in afterward. After years of yearning and longing, I finally got my first taste of Levi Cross, but what happens now?
“Yes, I love the taste,” I say lamely, focusing on the skull tattoos sprawling across his chest instead of his face. “Yours might be my favorite.”
“Yeah?” Slowly, he lifts me up and lays me back on his bed so he’s looming over me. “Well you didn’t save any for me, doll. Looks like I’ll have to get some for myself.”
