“Beau.”
My whispered name wakes me up in the middle of the night. When I open my eyes, I’m greeted by the sight of Levi leaning over me. His hair is a mess but he’s so beautiful my heart hurts with the force of it.
Levi straddles me under the sheets, his warm, naked body sliding against my own. His hard cock brushes against me, forcing a hiss of pleasure from my lips. He leans down close to my face in the dark. Lips brush against my own softly with both of our eyes wide open.
“Will you make love to me?” Levi asks, voice hush quiet.
My hands tighten painfully on his hips. “That’s what you want?”
He nods softly, hair brushing my face. “Show me.”
Levi scoots back a little to grab a condom and lube off the nightstand. When he settles back down on me, he wastes no time wrapping the condom around me, then slathering me with lube. He reaches back to prep himself, and I cup his ass in myhands, spreading his cheeks to make it easier for him. A moan of pleasure rattles through him at my rough touch.
A frustrated sound escapes him just before he kneels over me. I wrap my hand around his neck, my other on his hip to support him as he takes me into his warm body. This feels different than earlier. There’s an edge of urgency to Levi’s movements.
I sit up so that he’s nestled in my lap, so I can see his face more clearly. Tears swim in his eyes. I want to take his pain away, ease his sadness. I tangle my fingers in his hair and tug him close as he grinds down onto me. Small sounds of pleasure escape him each time he grinds down onto my cock. His fingers dig into my biceps, holding on as he takes me so deeply inside him that I wonder if he’ll feel me for days afterward. He feels so good, pleasure rapidly builds at the base of my spine, demanding insistently that I come, but I push my pleasure away to focus on him.
“Tell me.”
Haunted eyes flit quickly between mine. “I wish this was real.”
“It is real.” His cock is burning hot against my skin when I tightly squeeze at the base, tearing a gasp from him at my almost too rough touch. “Doesn’t it feel real to you?”
Levi nods, then immediately shakes his head, indecision floating off of him in thick waves. I don’t know how to fix this, how to reassure him that what I feel for him is real, despite the reality of our fake boyfriend situation. Nothing about this is fake anymore. It hasn’t been since he returned and held me as I wept with awful grief.
“Do you want me? Really want me?” Levi asks as I flip us over, voice small and thready. His hair fans on the pillow around his head, making him the picture of an angel. Fallen from heaven just for me to love.
“Sweetheart, I don't know what you’re asking of me.”
Levi raises his hand to cup my cheek, imploring me to hear him. “Do you think you could actually really want me?”
Even though I don’t know what he’s asking for, I give him the answer that my heart says is right. The answer that feels right in the very depths of my sorrowful soul.
I press a kiss to the skin over where his pulse pounds, finally lightly kissing the very hollow of his throat. “I want you so much it hurts. I want you for keeps.”
An anguished cry leaves his lips when I pull out, only to slam back in, hitting that spot that makes him see stars. I kiss him, eating at his mouth, needing to taste his pleasure as I pummel into him over and over. Tomorrow, he needs to feel this, have the reminder of me deep inside his body. Keeping one hand in his hair, I use the other to drag his thigh up higher against my side, deepening the angle until we both moan at the feel. God, he feels like heaven.
“Beau,” Levi begs, voice broken. “Make me come.”
“Not yet,” I whisper, voice firm.
He claws helplessly at my back. “Please.”
I’m not ready for it to be over. Not by a long shot. That goes for everything with Levi beyond this moment too. Levi’s eyes are glassy as he stares up at me, lip caught between his teeth. God, the way he looks at me could end me. Suddenly, my orgasm means nothing, only his pleasure matters.
“You want to come?”
Levi nods rapidly, a deep flush across his chest and neck. “Please.”
Grabbing his still lube-covered hand, I lower it to his cock, helping him wrap his trembling fingers around himself. “Make yourself come, then.”
I rise to my knees and tug him higher up into my lap, changing the angle in a way that has a delicious moan fallingfrom his kiss-bitten lips. I slowly grind my cock into him, his eyes flutter closed at the ecstasy of it. His hand tugs furiously at his cock with each of my thrusts, perfectly timed with me. The tendons in his throat pull taut as pleasure races to overtake him. An absolutely mad urge to see him come, see him fall apart overtakes me.
Even in the dark of the bedroom, everything about Levi is achingly gorgeous. I wish I could take him into my mouth, edge him for hours, feel his trembling thighs around my shoulders as I take him to the very brink. Next time, because there will be a next time. His head arches back to reveal the gorgeous line of his throat just in time for him to come with a silent cry. The fierce pleasure etched across his face almost undoes me.
My teeth grind together when he tightens around me like a vise, his cum painting his fingers and chest. The sight of his head tipped back in blissful pleasure sends me hurtling towards my own borderline violent release. I’ve never had sex like this before, felt such an easy connection with someone. This is true intimacy. And he’s going to leave. I’m going to lose him too.
I tilt onto my hands with a soft grunt, cock still gently thrusting in and out of him as my orgasm slowly wanes. Levi lies there, still as a marble statue, while I delicately clean us up so we can fall back asleep.
