Not as many times as me, but before I can say that Levi starts a slow, deep pace that has my eyes rolling back.
“How- how many?” I gasp, biting a little harder on his collarbone. Maybe it’s stupid, but I need to hear him say it.
The sting of pain makes him grunt and slam into me harder. “Too.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Many.”Thrust.“Multiple times a week since I first laid eyes on you.”
Each thrust becomes more brutal than the last, and after that admission, Levi sits up to wrap both hands around my throat so he can fuck me even harder.
My cock slaps off my stomach in the most deliciously tantalizing way as the blood flow slows to my brain. This is stupid, I should tell him how I feel. I should. But I haven’t had enough of him yet and if it goes badly, I’ll lose him forever.
I will tell him. Just not yet.
Pushing into his hand, I rasp, “Harder,” as he picks up speed. “Ruin me, Lee.”
“Yeah? You want me to ruin you, doll?”
Levi slaps my cheek and wraps it back around my throat so quickly I blink in surprise, but it feels so goddamn good I think I die a little.
Most guys hesitate or pull back because they don’t believe me when I say I like it, but not Levi. “Fucking perfect,” I mumble as my cock leaks on my stomach. “You’re perfect.”
That brings a smile to his face. Despite how gorgeous Levi is, he isn’t called perfect often. “You liked that, didn’t you, beautiful?”
This time he slaps the head of my cock, making me clench, and I swear I see stars. “Yes. I deserve it, don’t I? I’ve been teasing you for years.”
“Such a fucking tease.” He slaps my cheek again and grips my jaw. “Open.”
When I do, he spits down into my mouth and I swear I fall in love all over again. My hand flies to my cock to squeeze it as it throbs, but I don’t stroke. I don’t need to.
Swallowing his spit, I smirk up at him as I show him my tongue. “All those nights I fucked myself thinking of you instead of just letting you have me. How dare I?”
“How fucking dare you.”
I’m already addicted to goading him because I’ve never seen him this way before. Angry, sure, but this is something else entirely. His bright green eyes are almost manic as he fucks me, wide like he doesn’t want to blink and miss even a second, and when he grabs my nipple and twists it I nearly come.
But not yet.
“I won’t do it again,” I promise breathlessly, squeezing myself harder. “Unless you’re busy.”
“I’m never too busy to fuck you, baby boy. I don’t want anything in this ass but my cock.” His fingers dig into my hips as he pins me down to take it, and every thrust sends me a little closer to the edge. I’m throbbing in my hand, stuck in that delicious limbo as his name falls from my lips over and over again.
“I — oh, fuck, I need to come.”
Levi’s hips still, his cock buried deep inside of me as he tilts his head. His cheeks are flushed, hair is a mess, but somehow he’s never looked more beautiful. Or menacing, and I don’t knowwhat that says about me. “You want to come? That didn’t sound like you were asking for permission, Sidney. It sounded like a demand. Are you in a position to demand, doll?”
He slaps my hand off my cock and squeezes it himself, harder than I was. It makes me clench so hard even he grunts, but I love it.
“I wasn’t demanding, just communicating,” I moan, wishing he’d say my name like that again. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
“You’ll be a good boy for me?” My eyes flutter closed until he pops my cheek again and grips my face. “Eyes here. Watch me take you apart.”
Good boy, needy boy, desperate boy, dirty boy, I’ve been all these things for him for years, it’s just nice that he’s finally an active participant instead of a grainy image in my mind. “Is that what you want, Lee? You want me to be a good boy?”
“Only for me. Give the rest of them hell.”
Sitting up, he puts my legs on his shoulders and starts fucking me again, watching my neglected cock bounce with every thrust. Each time it slaps my skin, it makes me whimper, but I stretch my arms over my head to show him how good I can be.
“Look at you.” His cock throbs inside of me. “Fuck, Sidney. You want to come?”
More than anything, but if I come again, he might too, and then this will be over. He says he’s not going anywhere, but is he? What happens when this is out of his system?
