Page 113 of Levi

I stand just long enough to kick off my shoes and step out of my pants. Stripped down to my boxers, I climb back over him, knees bracketing his hips.

The first brush of his bare thigh against mine makes us both suck in a breath. I settle my weight down, feeling the hard length of his cock press up against mine through the thin fabric.

“What did I tell you about your hands, Levi?”

His hands slide up my sides, palms hot, fingers digging in. I roll my hips once, slow, and the sound that leaves him is low and wrecked.

“Do you like that?” I ask. “That day you walked into the kitchen wearing only a towel, all I could think about was how you would feel under my hands. Just like this. I would’ve given anything to touch you.”

I tip his chin up, kissing him deep while I grind down again, the wet heat of us soaking through our boxers. His hands grow bolder, tracing the ridge of my spine, closing over my shoulders, then cupping my ass to pull me tighter until friction has us breathing hard into each other’s mouths.

I hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers. “These next. Can I take these off? I need to hear you say yes.”

Levi’s answer is immediate. “Yes. Fuck, yes, take them off.”

I drag them down his hips in one pull. His cock springs free, thick and heavy, the smooth head flushed dark and slick.

“Jesus Christ, Levi,” I breathe, staring. I toss the fabric aside and wrap my hand around him, testing his weight and heat. Stroking once, base to tip, another clear bead spills over my thumb. Levi’s hips jerk.

“Look at you,” I murmur, tightening my grip as I stroke him again. “Leaking all over my hand. I want to taste you.”

I lay an open-mouthed kiss along the side of the shaft, tasting salt and heat, then another right under the head while my hand keeps up long, slow pulls.

Levi fists his hands in the sheets, then reaches for my shoulders, gripping hard as his hips roll up into my fist.

I keep stroking him, firm and steady, his breathing ragged as he arches into my grip.

“Dante, please—” The plea cracks, his hand dropping to cover mine on his shaft, holding on like an anchor. “Stroke me harder. Please. Don’t slow down.”

I give him what he’s asking for, drawing longer, stronger pulls. I drag my tongue up the underside of his cock, then take just the head into my mouth and suck. Levi’s body jerks and he cries out.

His hand slides down to the elastic of my boxers, fingers tugging restlessly. “Can I take yours off too?” he asks hesitantly. “I need to feel you.”

I pull off his cock with a wet sound and look up. His eyes are dark, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

“You want these off?” I ask, rolling my hips so he can feel how hard I am against his thigh.

“Yes,” he whispers. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you since the first day I saw you. Please, Dante.”

I push up onto my knees. “You can take off anything you want, cowboy,” I say, letting out a laugh.

Levi drags my boxers down over my hips and thighs in one urgent pull. The second I’m clear, he wraps a hand around my cock, and strokes the full length of me.

The first firm pull makes me groan low in my chest. He’s hungry—tight grip, long strokes, thumb spreading our shared slickness. I drop forward, bracing over him, and match his rhythm with my own fist on his shaft. Our hands move together, skin sliding on skin, both of us panting as I lean down to kiss him.

“That’s it,” I rasp against his lips. “Touch me just like that.”

Levi’s grip tightens, stroking faster as his hips thrust up into my fist. “Please don’t stop,” he begs between kisses. “Feels so good.”

I reach for the nightstand, fumbling the drawer open to grab the bottle of lube. The second Levi sees it, his eyes go wide and his hands still. He hesitates, breath catching.

“Dante, I need to tell you something.” He’s quieter now, nervous, eyes glassy. “Dante… there’s things I’ve never done. I’m not as experienced as you.”

I freeze, reading the sudden tension in his frame, then understand. Setting the bottle down, I cup his face with both hands.

“What? No, Levi.” I shake my head, thumb brushing his cheek. “We’re not doing that tonight. Too soon, baby. We’re going slow.” I grab the bottle again and flip the cap. “This is just for us.”

Relief washes over his face so visibly it pulls at my chest. I pour a generous amount over both our cocks where they’re pressed together. The cool gel hits hot skin and Levi shudders hard, a grateful moan spilling out of him. Tossing the bottle aside, I wrap one big hand around both of us at once, squeezing our shafts together.