Oh my god. The sound of my name coming from his mouth, along with his soft pants and moans as I suck him, nearly fucking does me in.
I shift on my knees to get closer to him as I keep going, a desperate need rising with each glide of my tongue to make him feel good, to hear my name again, and to feel him lose control.
“Levi,” he breathes again, both hands tugging on my arms. “I’m going to come.”
I release him from my mouth, pushing up to my knees as I pull him into a hard kiss and stroke him with my hand. His hands grip my ribs tight as he grunts against my lips, and I break our kiss to look down, watching as he shoots cum over my abs, my hand, and my hard cock.
Holy shit.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say, unable to pull my gaze away from his cum that’s now all over me. My cock fucking throbs at the sight, and eventually I slam my lips to his again.
As my tongue pushes into his mouth, his hand drops to wrap around me, and he starts stroking. But I sense a hesitation in him.
I pull back to study his face and see that same hesitation in his eyes.
“You don’t have to do that too,” I say with a shake of my head.
He drops his gaze to my lips as he shifts slightly on the couch. “I want to,” he says quietly. “I just… I haven’t had a lot of…” he trails off with a small wince, and then I suddenly realize what it is he’s feeling.
He’s only ever been with Bell.
And while I find myself suddenly insanely jealous that he’s been withanyone, I also understand what’s happening inside him right now.
He’s only ever been with one person. So, besides that person being a girl and me being a guy, everything about this is probably feeling new and a bit unnerving.
I shift to sit next to him on the couch and pull him in to press a soft kiss to his lips.
“Your hand feels fucking incredible,” I murmur against his mouth.
A soft breath escapes him as he leans into my kiss for a moment. Then, his hand moves to my thigh as I kiss him again, and he inches it closer to wrap around my cock and slowly stroke me.
“Mm,” I moan, letting the incredible feeling of him take over, the pressure building inside me once again with every perfect, slow movement of his hand. “Fuck, you feel good.”
His pace increases as I lift my hand to grip the side of his face and sink my tongue into his mouth, taking everything he’s giving me and letting myself fall into it.
The pressure builds fast as heat spreads through me, tipping me closer to the edge I’ve been riding since he first touched me tonight.
And with each stroke of his hand and his tongue, I feel like he fuckingownsme.
My head falls to his shoulder as he continues to work me, and I try to hold off and make this last.
But I can’t.
It’s Silas. He’s fucking perfect, he’s stroking my cock, I made him come, and now he’s going to make me come. Honestly, it’s a miracle I made it this long.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I’m suddenly thrust right to the edge, and my hand grips his thigh in a bruising grip. “I’m coming.”
Silas continues to pump my cock as my release crashes through me in a way I’ve never experienced before. The feeling is so overwhelming that all I can do is hold on to him and ride it out, crushing my lips to his again and feeling everything roll through me in an intense wave of pleasure.
Eventually, I start to come down from my intense fucking high, and the world around us slowly starts to come back into focus. My eyes close as I listen to the rain on the roof and Silas’s breaths, and I just lean my head against his and keep my hands on him.
Until Silas lets out a short laugh.
“What?” I ask, opening my eyes to look at him.
He nods towards the bedroom, and I follow his gaze to Winston sprawled out on his back on the bed, belly exposed, and sound asleep.
I shake my head at the ridiculous sight. “Well… I guess it’s a good thing he didn’t see that.”
