Chapter 35 Levi
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Levi
I couldn’t see a damn thing.
It turned me on, though. Hearing Mateo and Avery go back and forth. Knowing what she was wearing. Feeling my body press into the mattress, my cock and balls still squeezed by the ring around them.
Every muscle in my body was relaxed. I trusted both of them so much that it almost scared me. The more we explored this part of our relationship, the more I learned new things about myself.
Relationship?
That word was haunting me at this point.
Two more weeks. Less than that now. The days were looming, flying by too fast, and I was holding on to every fucking moment.
“Relax,” Mateo murmured.
His mustache brushed against my skin as he planted a kiss on my shoulder. He was intuitive. I released a slow breath until the only tension I felt was from the anticipation of not knowing what Mateo planned to do to me next.
Mateo knelt behind me, his hands settling on my hips. I grunted as I heard the jingle of the leash chain and then felt the tug on my cock. It was like constantly being edged, on the verge of coming for him but not quite there.
Not quite yet.
Mateo’s lips skated down my back, his mustache soft against my skin. I whimpered as his hands massaged my ass cheeks. He sat back and I could feel him just looking at me.
“What are you doing to me?” I whispered.
“Whatever the fuck I want.” Mateo rubbed my right cheek in slow, teasing circles. “Should I ask our artist what she wants?”
All I could do was nod. He let out a soft chuckle.
“What do you want to see, Avery?” he asked.
“Now you’re asking me to make decisions? I can barely even think straight.”
Mateo laughed like he’d won something. “All right. I already know what I want to do, I just wanted to hear you confirm just how turned on you are.”
She mumbled something incomprehensible, and I didn’t have a moment to guess what it was before Mateo dragged something down my back.
It took a moment for me to realize what it was. The scent of leather gave it away.
A flogger.
“Stay still for me and relax.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Mateo steadied his palm on my lower back.
I heard the flays against his skin before he brought it down.
The impact thumped through me along the right side of my back and I groaned, enjoying the full body feel of it.
There was something both hot, painful, and soothing about being flogged.
It pleased something deep inside me that had no words and was just a feeling. One I loved.
He brought the flogger down again along the left side of my ass.
I groaned, my muscles tensing slightly. He didn’t let me rest, though.
In a few swift movements, he flogged my right side, my left, my right—going back and forth over and over.
I hissed between my teeth, my cock jerking in desire.
Pain flared in my muscles, my skin tender.
It was the good kind of pain. The kind I craved more of. My body wasn’t asking me to slow down—it was begging for more.
“More,” I whimpered. “Please.”
His answer was in the next thudding strike. It was harder, the impact rocking through me, reverberating all the way to my bones. Between the flogger against my body, I heard Avery’s soft gasps and whimpers, every sound pushing me closer to coming.
I wasn’t going to last. Not like this. There was no fucking way. Between the two of them, I was so wrapped around them that I could feel longing from my balls to my heart.
Mateo kept going until he was satisfied and I was trembling. I heard the flogger hit the ground and breathed deep as his palms spread over my back, massaging me with a gentleness that paired so well with his dominance.
“You did so good for me,” he whispered in my ear. The leash jerked the ring around the cock and I gasped. “And now we’re going to fuck Avery at the same time. Do you want to be on the mattress or standing above us?”
“Mattress,” I said. “Please, Sir.”
“Yes. You’ve been good for me.”
He released the leash and uncuffed me, giving me a few moments to roll my shoulders and bask in the fact that I’d been good.
And that I was being rewarded.
Mateo grabbed hold of the hood over my head and pulled it free. Light flooded my vision and I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted.
And I immediately turned my head to look at Avery.
Fuck.
Her legs were spread, her pussy covered by a patch of wet red lace. Mateo leaned down and unleashed my cock, and then worked the ring free. The rush was immediate. I’d already been fucking hard, but I swore I was harder now than I’d ever been before.
“Did you get your sketches?” Mateo asked, his tone even, not giving away what he’d whispered into my ear.
She closed her sketchbook. “Yes, Sir.”
“Did you prepare the way I asked you to?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How about you show Levi what that means?”
I swallowed hard as I watched her expression. Her cheeks were already pink, her eyes a little glassy. I loved it when she was just a bit nervous, and yet so incredibly turned on. I knew how that felt.
“Show him.” Mateo’s words were a command this time.
Avery looped her fingers in her panties and pulled them down her long legs, kicking them free. She rolled over onto all fours and reached back, spreading her ass for us and showing me the red plug.
Fuck.
“Have you been wearing that?” I rasped. “The entire time?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, my cock throbbing. I looked up at Mateo, tempted to beg for us to do this now.
But I didn’t need to. He was just as hard as me, just as fucking needy.
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Strip completely. Put your hair back with your scrunchie. Crawl to Levi.”
Avery sat back and pulled her shirt and then her bra free.
Her hair was swept up quickly, her blue ends dancing as they whipped into a messy bun.
She turned around to face us and smoothed her hands down her body and then back up to her breasts.
Her nipples were hard and dark pink and she pinched them, smirking.
“Fuck,” I mumbled.
“She’s being a brat,” Mateo said.
There wasn’t a shred of disapproval in his tone, though. He watched her with the same appreciation I had as she smiled and got onto all fours again, crawling across the floor to us.
The second she was within arm’s reach, I hauled her close. I sat down, crossing my legs and guiding hers around my waist. Mateo knelt down behind her and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.
She gasped as I kissed up and down her neck while he scolded her.
“You really think you’re going to sit there and taunt me,” Mateo muttered. “Teasing us. Mouthing off.”
“I can mouth you off.”
She squeaked as he yanked her hair again, but then smiled.
“You know,” Mateo said. “I told Levi that we’d fuck you at the same time together. And I’m going to fulfill that promise after we take care of this.”
My brows shot up as I met his gaze over her shoulder. Whatever he had planned now was going to be hot—and I was curious.
What did punishment look like to him?
“Take care of what?” Avery asked. “I’ve done everything you asked, haven’t I?”
Mateo pulled her hair again, and her smile grew wider.
“Keep her here,” he said roughly. “You can fuck her if you want, but she’s not allowed to come.”
“What?” Avery rasped.
“You fucking heard me.”
Mateo met my gaze again and raised a brow in challenge. He held my gaze for a moment, then smirked as he walked over to the kink bag, leaving the two of us to our own devices.
Avery wrinkled her nose but then looked at me, waiting for direction.
My hands gripped her hips and I laid back on the mattress, putting her on top of me. My cock slid against her pussy and she moaned. She was driving me fucking wild already.
Flipping from submissive to dominant wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be. I’d expected it to feel weird, but with Avery, it just felt right.
There was a very devious part of me that enjoyed aiding Mateo in her punishment.
“Take my cock,” I said. “I want you to take every fucking inch.”
Her hands planted on my chest, her eyes fluttering as she leaned forward, lifting enough so that she could guide my cock to her entrance. Heat gripped me as she sank down, doing exactly as I had asked her to.
It took every ounce of control to not immediately come. I’d already been edged for so long that it was torture, but I wanted to save it. I wanted to save it until she was right on the edge herself, and then I was going to pull out, and come all over her.
“Fuck. Oh my god.”
Every sound that she made was fucking perfect. Every single movement burned into my mind. My eyes fluttered, and I held onto her hips as I thrust up, needing to fuck her. Needing to breed her.
“Levi,” she whined.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to my chest as I started to fuck her.
I didn't hold back. I needed this. I had already been so good for Mateo, and she was my prize.
That little thought was almost enough to make me come again, and I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, the pain grounding me.
Not yet. Not yet, I repeated in my head.
Mateo straddled my legs, the hemp rope dangling from his hands. He looked down with a smile, and I held his gaze as my cock slid in and out of her.
“Pin her arms behind her back.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said.
Avery writhed against me, her mouth right next to my ear. I moved her wrists behind her back, holding them in place as she whimpered.
Mateo leaned down, taking over her hands. I moved mine out of the way, gripping the backs of her thighs as she took my cock. She sank her teeth into my shoulder, biting me hard enough that I gasped.
But I didn't tell her to stop. I fucking loved it when she bit me. Our feral girlfriend was a vampire and I loved seeing her mark on me.
“There we go,” I grunted. “Keep taking that cock, baby. I can feel you squeezing me. You’re doing so good.”
“I’m so close,” she whimpered.
“Stop.”
Mateo’s command was harsh and final.
Every muscle of mine seized up as I froze, a long groan leaving me as I stilled her body. Avery kept trying to move, but I tightened my grip until she couldn’t.
“No,” she cried. “But I’m so close. I want to come. Please let me come.”
“You haven’t earned it.” She couldn’t see his smirk or the way his eyes danced with amusement. He was getting off on this. “Hold her still.”
“I’ll try,” I rasped.
It was fucking hard. My cock was still buried deep inside her. I could feel every fucking movement.
And then she started to flex.
“Avery,” I growled. “Stop it.”
She smiled against my neck.
Evil. Pure evil.
“Avery,” I groaned. “Stop.”
Her inner walls kept milking me. Clenching my cock, pulsing around me with every intentional movement.
Mateo finished tying her wrists and then slapped her ass. She squealed, her body bowing, but I held her tighter. He smacked her again and again until I felt like I was wrestling a damn alligator.
“Brat,” he said as he leaned down, kissing her shoulder. “Stop clenching.”
“You can’t stop me,” she rasped.
And she did it again.
“Avery,” I growled. “I’m about to pull out of you and bend you over my fucking knee.”
“Do it then, if you can’t handle me.”
Mateo and I made eye contact.
A silent agreement was made.
He slid his arms around her waist and lifted her off my cock. I immediately sat up as he rolled her onto the mattress, the two of us working in tandem to put her in a position that worked.
Her ass ended up over the top of my thighs and Mateo straddled one of my legs and one of hers, trapping her in place, and spreading her just enough that her pussy was easy to access.
Between the two of us, there was no escape. Especially not with her hands behind her back.
“Want a paddle?” Mateo asked.
“Fuck no. This is a bare-handed job.”