Chapter 32 Levi
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Levi
Avery’s bedroom was almost exactly how I imagined.
Wood floors with three different rugs overlapping, each with different patterns and in different shapes and shades of pink.
Her bed frame was a sturdy maple with a thousand pillows—okay that was an exaggeration, but there were a lot—and a pink duvet with a throw blanket draped across the end.
Plants hung from the ceiling in the corner, and there were two side tables that matched her bed frame.
Her room had an artist’s flare that was so wholly Avery.
Was it weird that the thought that came to mind was damn, I’ve never made my place feel like this? Like a home. My apartment wasn’t decorated. In fact, it was almost utilitarian. I did have a plant, but it was probably dead now since I’d left so suddenly without handing it off to my neighbor.
Avery picked up the throw blanket and folded it nervously as we waited, her attention on me as I looked around.
“I love your room,” I said. “It’s so bright and colorful and very you.”
There was a board on the wall with a bunch of photos on it. I stepped closer, my chest squeezing.
There were none of her and her dad. She must have taken them down.
Avery followed me, her arm sliding around my waist. I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. She smelled like cinnamon and vanilla and a bit of citrus, a concoction that my brain would only attribute to her going forward.
“Do you think he’s purposefully taking his time?” she whispered.
“Without a doubt.”
I turned to face her, cupping her cheek and leaning down. She rose up on her tiptoes, her arms winding around my neck as she kissed me. It was gentle at first, but then that need came roaring back—sudden and all-consuming.
Fuck. I lifted her, pulling her legs around my waist. She whined in her throat as I carried her to her bed and sat her down on the edge, my knees hitting the floor as I pushed her thighs apart.
Funny how my body never protested when I was about to have sex. I’d maybe feel the aftermath tomorrow, but it would be worth it.
The sound of wood scraping had us both looking up at the doorway. Mateo came through carrying a dining room chair and his kink bag, his flirty and knowing smile making me wonder just what he had planned.
He placed the chair with enough space around it for movement.
“Levi,” he said. “I want you to strip and sit in the chair.”
My cock was already hard, but the firmness in his tone made me even more. I rose up, pausing to steal another kiss from Avery, and then stripped my boxers off. I took a seat in the chair, swallowing hard as I looked up at him.
“Good.” Mateo carried the bag to the bed and unzipped it slowly. Before Avery could even peek inside, he held up his hand. “I don’t think so. Be a good girl and go suck Levi’s cock while you wait.”
“Can I have a kiss first?”
Mateo snorted and leaned forward, kissing her hard enough that when she pulled away, her head was spinning. She slid to the floor—more like melted—and then crawled to me.
“Fuck,” I whispered as she knelt between my knees. “Look at you.”
She preened under that. Avery reached back and tugged her hair free, then redid the bun so that it was tighter. Seeing her pull her hair back like that made me groan, precum dripping from the head of my cock.
The fucking latex. One thing the three of us happened to have in common was a love of latex. It looked so fucking good on her. Shiny and inky black and hugging every part of her, showing the outline of her nipples. I wanted to lean forward and tug the O-ring zipper down, but I’d wait.
I’d wait for Mateo’s command.
Avery closed her hand around the base of my cock. I sucked in a breath, looking over at Mateo right as he pulled a ball gag and blindfold out of the bag.
He met my gaze right as Avery closed her mouth over my cock.
Fuck, fuck. Pleasure prickled through every part of my body as she took me deeper and then drew back, her tongue swirling over me.
She gripped the base, moving her hand as she moved her mouth, finding a rhythm that was bound to be my downfall.
“God damn it,” I huffed, my head tipping back on a moan.
Mateo picked up the blindfold and came up behind the chair. I opened my eyes, looking up at him. His hand settled on my throat, not squeezing. But just the weight of his palm there was enough to make me feel submissive.
And safe.
Safe in that feeling of giving in. Safe in knowing that he was the one in control, and that he knew what I wanted. He knew what to give me, just like he knew what to give Avery.
“I’m going to blindfold you,” he said as Avery took my cock deeper. “And then I’m going to put you in a collar. And our little artist is going to use your cock however I want her to.”
“Yes,” I rasped. “Please.”
The collar was something I especially wanted.
“No one has collared me before,” I said.
“I saw. I’m going to be the first.”
And hopefully last.
I swallowed hard at that thought. It didn’t belong in my head, but it was there nonetheless. Part of me wanted to believe this was it. That Avery and Mateo would be the ones for me. But that couldn’t possibly work, right?
I didn’t have a moment to keep thinking. Mateo brushed his mouth against mine like an incubus sealing my fate. Avery tightened her grip on my cock and my hips bucked, pleasure rushing through me. Fuck, I was hard.
“Good boy,” he murmured.
He held up the collar and I straightened my head as he put it around my neck. It was thicker and heavier than I’d imagined.
“I may have gone a little extra with my adult purchases recently.”
My brows shot up. “You bought this for me?”
“I did. I bought one for Avery too. Just in case.”
“Just in case,” I echoed, smiling as he kissed the top of my head.
The same gentleness he was giving me paired well with the euphoric waves of need battering me from Avery. I sucked in a breath as she hit a perfect spot and rhythm, and she fucking knew it.
“Good girl,” Mateo said. “Keep that cock in your mouth. Let’s see how long it takes until he comes.”
“Yes—Sir,” she gasped between sucking.
I looked down at her, tracing in the perfect sight of her on her knees for me. Her hair pulled back but messy. Her lips red and eyes glassy with lust, cheeks flushed.
Mateo placed the blindfold over my head, the silk soft against my skin.
Avery disappeared from my view and darkness followed, but there was comfort in it.
Not being able to see everything deepened my headspace.
Every sound was heightened. Their scents.
The feeling of Avery sucking me, teasing me, using me.
I listened to Mateo’s soft hum and the sloppy wet sounds of Avery sucking me.
“She’s looking right at me while she sucks your cock,” Mateo said. “She’s fucking gorgeous, isn’t she?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “She feels so good.”
“I bet. Open up.”
I opened my mouth for him. A smooth ball fit against my lips, keeping them parted. The leather straps were cool against my cheeks as he tightened around my head, clasping it into place.
It felt right. All of it just felt right.
In the past, I’d put a ball gag on my sub, I’d collared them, I’d blindfolded them.
But there was something completely different about being on the other side of this.
It was vulnerable, like exposing all the raw gooey bits of my heart and leaving them out in the open to be studied.
But I was in Mateo’s hands.
His very capable hands.
And I trusted him. I trusted Avery.
“You can still make sounds,” Mateo said. “Try saying our safe word.”
“Re-d.” It sounded messy and spit was definitely already starting to drip down my chin, but he was right. I could still get the word out. “I’m good.”
“Good. Avery, stand up.”
I moaned as her hand and mouth left my cock. I listened as she stood up. She made a squeaking sound, breath hitching.
“She’s looking right into my eyes,” Mateo whispered. The sound of a zipper followed. Another moan, another gasp, another whimper. “She’s so fucking wet for us. Fuck.”
Listening to him tell me what they were doing turned me on more than I ever expected. It was like listening to my own personal erotica, but it was real and happening right in front of me.
And I was sitting here.
Being good.
“Oh god,” Avery whimpered. “Fuck.”
I could hear him finger fucking her. My cock throbbed, begging for some relief. At no point had he told me I couldn’t touch myself, so moved my hand around the base of my cock. I groaned, listening to the two of them intently as I stroked up and down, pleasure striking through me.
“Move your fucking hand, Levi.”
“Fuck,” I whined.
But I obeyed.
Mateo’s chuckle was downright evil. “Turn around, Avery. Use his cock like a toy.”
I gripped the seat of the chair as I felt her lower herself, hovering over me.
Mateo leaned between us, guiding my cock against her entrance.
A low groan left me as her pussy gripped me like a vice, hot velvet consuming me as she sat back.
She cried out, taking every inch until she was fully seated, my cock completely inside her, stretching around me.
“Good girl,” Mateo whispered. “You’re doing so good taking every inch of him. I know he’s a lot. Our man’s got a big cock, doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “He does.”
“Sit back. Hold her up, Levi, if your shoulder feels good.”
I nodded, my hands immediately moving to grab her hips. I lifted her with ease, still keeping my cock buried deep as she sat back, falling against my chest. My fingers met the smooth latex of her hips, and then the softness of her thighs as I held onto them, supporting her weight.
“God, look at you,” Mateo groaned. “Spread and dripping for us. He’s filling up every part of you, isn’t he, Blue?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her words were breathy, her muscles quivering.
“I want you to fuck her, Levi. She’s going to hold my gaze the entire time while you take her and she’s going to jerk me off.”
My muscles tightened as I lifted her and then let her slide back down my cock. Spit dripped down my chin and into my beard, a groan leaving me as her pussy milked me. She felt so fucking good. All the sounds she made were so completely perfect, I wanted to remember them forever.
“Harder,” Mateo commanded. “I know you can fuck her harder.”
Fuck. I sucked in a breath through my nose, my mind spinning as every thrust turned deeper. Avery cried out, her head falling back against my shoulder.
“Good boy.”
Fuck me. I’d be a liar if I said that didn’t do it for me. Pleasure spread through my body, a shiver working up my spine as I got closer and closer to filling her up.
“Look at me, Avery.”
She whimpered, her head turning slightly. The blindfold continued to keep me from seeing them, my mind going wild.
I groaned around the ball gag, pumping my hips.
“There we are,” Mateo murmured. “You’re so fucking close, aren’t you, baby? So fucking close. He’s going to fill you up with every fucking drop. I want to see him dripping out of you as you come on his cock.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Keep going, Levi. Keep fucking her.”
I felt his fingers brush the clasp on the ball gag.
I moaned as he pulled it free, and it was as if a restraint were lifted.
I grunted as his fingers glided against the base of my head, gripping my hair and turning my head.
His mouth brushed against mine in a sloppy kiss, all of that pleasure rolling down to my cock.
I was so fucking close.
He nipped my bottom lip, his grip firm on me. Unyielding. Powerful.
“Fuck,” I gasped against his mouth.
“I’m so close,” Avery cried.
I could feel her tightening around me, the walls of her pussy gripping me like a vice.
Being inside her without a barrier made every movement even more intense.
I gasped, giving one more thrust right as an avalanche of pleasure crashed down on me.
Cum burst from my cock, filling her up with every drop, just like Mateo promised her I would.
Avery’s muscles tensed, her body bowing against me, muscles quivering as she came.
I collapsed in the chair, and she melted against me. Mateo pulled the blindfold free. I blinked like I was resurfacing from a dream. When I looked down, I realized he’d come all over her too, cum painting her latex bodysuit.
Mateo smiled and leaned down, kissing me gently this time, and then kissing her too. “Let’s move to the bed,” he said. “I’ll get a towel to clean up.”
A couple minutes later, the three of us were dropping into her bed. I expected Avery to end up in the middle, but was surprised when Mateo pulled me to the center, wearing that damn smirk of his that always managed to make my heart flutter.
The two of them curled up next to me.
“How much longer are you here for?” Avery whispered.
I didn’t want to answer. I felt Mateo adjust his head on my chest, his hand sliding into mine, fingers interlocking.
“Two more weeks as of Monday,” I finally said.
She nodded slowly. “We’ll make the most of it then.”