Then suddenly he turns and pushes me back onto the mattress.
He climbs over me, immediately taking me in a heated kiss while straddling my hips, and my entire body feels like it’s fucking vibrating. And I can barely form a single fucking thought as he reaches behind him, grips my cock, and lowers himself onto me.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, looking down to watch my cock sink into his ass.
“Oh my god,” he groans, his hands bracing on my chest as he stills for a second, and his eyes close.
Then he starts to move, and immediately it feels like I’msprintingfor the edge.
The sight of him riding me, with a strand of hair falling over his forehead as his eyes open and meet mine, and his hard cock sliding against my stomach with every roll of his hips, has me so fucking close already, I have to bite my lip to hold myself back.
I wrap my hand around his cock and start stroking, and a broken moan escapes him as his eyes shut again, and his head tips forward.
He rides me faster and harder, until we’re both hanging onto each other in bruising grips, and I can barely catch my breath. We’re both just moans, groans, and heavy breathing as we try our hardest to hold on.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Levi grunts, and his entire body tenses as his hand clamps firmly around my arm.
“Yeah,” I pant, watching him as his movements stutter and his face twists. “Come on me.”
His loud groan fills the room as his head drops and his movements slow, and his cock shoots cum over my abs as he continues to dig his fingers into my arm. And fuck… the sight alone sends me right over the edge.
The pressure inside me releases like a fucking dam breaking, and I don’t even have time to tell him I’m coming.
I grunt as my hands lock onto his hips, pulling him down as I drive into him a few more times, the feeling of his tight ass around me, his hands on my skin, and his eyes watching me all overwhelming in the best fucking way, as he consumes every single one of my senses.
We stay like this until we both start to catch our breath, and my thoughts start to come back to me. Once everything is back in focus, I reach up to pull him down and press a soft kiss to his lips. Then I roll him onto his side next to me, holding him close.
I’m not ready to let go of him just yet. Even though I know I have him forever.
A bark at the bedroom door has us both turning our heads to look at Winston, sitting in the doorway, staring at us.
Levi huffs a laugh and drops his head back onto the bed. “Do you think he watched all that?”
I chuckle as well and lay my head down next to his again. “Hope not. But either way, he’s still waiting to go to the beach.”
“Hm,” Levi hums, closing his eyes and releasing a contented sigh. “Five minutes. I can’t feel my legs.”
I press my lips to his shoulder with a smile and pull him closer.
We have all the time in the world. And I’m going to savour every single moment of it.
FIFTY-ONE
My fingers twistin Winston’s fur as I watch the trucks rolling in from the hollow heart field, and my pulse thunders.
This is the last of it. The entire field is now harvested. All day, it’s been a steady stream of trucks loaded with potatoes backing up to the storage shed, lifting their beds to dump into the hopper as the belt carries everything up and into the building, forming long, rising piles inside.
But no one has checked any of them yet. Because if there’s going to be hollow heart, it’ll show up in these final loads from the middle zone. And Silas needs to be here for it.
I watch as the tractor pulls off the field and makes its way towards the yard across the packed dirt, dust lifting behind it in a wide trail that hangs in the air before slowly settling back over the rows that were just taken down.
Silas pulls the tractor and harvester into the lot and kills the engine, his gaze landing on the first truck from the middle zone unloading into the hopper as he climbs down. I can feel the tension in him from here.
I follow his gaze to watch potatoes tumble into the hopper in a heavy rush, knocking against each other as they drop, then get caught and carried up by the belt.Dirt shakes loose from thepotatoes and falls through the gaps before they disappear into the shed, and Rob and Peter stand on either side of the line, clearing the occasional clump and making sure everything keeps moving.
Silas’s eyes flick to me, and I smile at him.
We’re both anxious about this, but he is especially. He’s put everything he has into this field. He saw the potential in it, refused to let it go, and gave it everything it needed to thrive.
