Chapter 7
New Skill Unlocked: Spit Take
I said yes. I said yes, and his mouth is on my neck, and my hand hurts from what he did to it, and I said yes anyway.
Asher pulled back enough to look at him. Those mismatched eyes moved over his face, while Asher’s thumb found Levi’s swollen cheek and pressed into it. Not hard, more like he was testing it the way someone checks fruit for ripeness. “Does that still hurt?”
“Yes,” Levi breathed.
“Good.” He kissed the cheek, and Asher’s lips felt cooler than the heat of the swelling. “I want you to feel it while I’m inside you.”
Levi’s stomach dropped.
“You’re thinking,” Asher said.
“I’m always thinking.”
“Not for long.”
His hands found the hem of Levi’s undershirt and pulled it up; the cool air hit his bare skin, making goosebumps rise across his chest and stomach, and Asher’s palms were on him before they’d finished arriving.
Levi’s body did two things at once: flinch from the hands that hurt him and lean into the warmth of them, because the warmth was the only thing in the room that wasn’t cold metal or stale blood.
“Do you still have the…” Levi started, the reality of what he agreed to finally sinking in as Asher turned him and backed him toward the desk.
“No.”
“If we’re going to do this, we need—”
Asher kissed him, his mouth covering Levi’s mid-sentence to swallow the objection. He pressed on Levi’s cheek again and sent a sharp flare of pain through the kiss that Levi tasted alongside the blood from his lip. When he pulled back, Levi’s train of thought derailed completely.
“I don’t have it,” Asher said.
“Then how—mmhm…“ Levi bit off a groan in his throat as Asher’s mouth moved to his jaw, biting gently before licking at his throat. He moved lower, kissing and sucking at Levi’s collarbone and sternum, the path unhurried as his hands followed, fingers pressing into the spaces between his ribs, and Levi’s bruised wrist ached where he braced the desk behind him.
Every point of contact carried the memory of what Asher had done to him, and his body couldn’t decide whether to flinch or flush and decided on both as he grew harder.
Levi understood where Asher’s mouth was going before it got there and his face flooded with heat so fast he could feel it in his ears. “You don’t have to—”
“I know I don’t have to.” Asher’s mouth reached Levi’s navel, his knees hitting the floor as he pulled at the jumpsuit.
Everything came down in one motion — the jumpsuit and his boxers, pooling at his ankles — and the air hit him everywhere at once.
The metal edge of the desk was cold against the backs of his thighs, bare from the neck down in a room that smelled like blood, standing in front of someone kneeling between his legs, and his hands went to cover himself.
Asher caught both wrists. “Don’t hide from me. You said yes.”
“I know what I said.”
“Then let me see what’s mine.” Asher released his wrists, grabbed his hips, and suddenly Levi was facing the desk.
Asher’s hands ran up his back, pressing him forward until his chest was nearly flat against the surface.
The metal was cold against his chest and the fronts of his thighs and he was just…
exposed as Asher grabbed his ass, one cheek in each hand.
“Asher, I really can’t—”
“You can.” His thumbs spread, holding Levi open, and then his mouth was there — warm and wet, the flat of his tongue pressing against him in a slow, deliberate stroke that made Levi’s entire nervous system light up.
His knees almost buckling as his fingers scrabbled at the desk for purchase and found none.
“Oh— fuck— that’s—”
Asher’s tongue circled, mapping the sensitive ring of muscle with a thoroughness that felt like being studied, each pass sending a wave of sensation that Levi couldn’t categorize — too intimate to be purely physical, too explicit to be anything else.
Every time Asher’s tongue flattened and dragged over him, a slick, obscene sound filled the room—wet, hungry, and worshipful.
The vibration of Asher’s low, satisfied hums shot straight up Levi’s spine and into his balls, making his cock throb painfully against the cold edge of the desk.
His hips twitched, instinctively trying to escape the intensity, but Asher’s fingers dug into his ass cheeks and yanked him back harder, spreading him wider.
Then Asher’s tongue pushed inside.
A broken, humiliating moan ripped out of Levi—loud, guttural, almost a sob. The sound bounced off the walls and he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. His forearm flew up to muffle the next one before it could escape.
Asher pulled back, the loss of that wet heat so devastating Levi’s body betrayed him instantly, his hips shoving back for more. A soft exhale ghosted over his hole. “Arm down. I want to hear every single sound you make.”
“I don’t want you to hear me,” Levi snapped, his voice muffled against his own skin.
“I know.” Asher pressed a lingering, almost tender kiss to the base of his spine. “Arm down, Levi. Or I stop. And we’ll sit here in the dark with your needy hole twitching around nothing until you decide you’d rather moan for me than keep your pride.”
Levi’s arm dropped.
“Good boy,” Asher breathed before he dove back in like a man starved, his tongue no longer teasing.
He licked him open with filthy, purposeful strokes, alternating between broad, wet drags and sharp, pointed thrusts that speared inside him.
Every moan Levi failed to choke down earned a pleased growl from Asher that vibrated directly into his core.
Ask a question. Use your mouth. Say something, you fucking idiot—
“B-before I got to the campsite—” His voice cracked as Asher’s tongue probed deeper, curling, searching. “What did you—oh fuck—what did you do every single day?”
Asher pulled back just enough to speak, lips brushing against Levi’s soaked rim with every word. “Is that really what you want to ask me right now?” His breath was scalding. “While I’m finally getting my mouth on the best meal I’ve ever had?”
“Yes,” Levi panted, forehead pressed to the desk, drooling.
“I’d wake up,” Asher chuckled as he dragged his tongue slowly from Levi’s hole all the way down to his balls, sucking one into his mouth for a moment before releasing it with a wet pop.
“I’d walk to the campsite. Sometimes I’d watch them for a while…
sometimes I’d kill them immediately.” His teeth sank into the meat of Levi’s inner thigh, sharp enough to make him jolt.
“Then I’d go back to Riverbend to sleep.
And I’d wake up the next morning and do it all over again. ”
His cock leaked steadily against the desk, balls drawing up tight with that sharp, electric edge rushing toward him—until Asher pulled away again, leaving him gasping. “Asher—”
“Not yet.”
Asher took him right to the razor’s edge, his tongue and lips working him mercilessly, sucking on his rim like he was trying to pull Levi apart with pleasure—only to stop the second Levi’s moans turned truly desperate.
Levi’s fist slammed against the desk, pain flaring bright through his damaged hand. He snarled through gritted teeth, “Stop fucking doing that.”
“I’m savoring you.” Asher rested his wet chin on Levi’s lower back. “You taste fucking incredible, by the way. Sweet. Salty from how hard you’re sweating for me. I could eat this pretty hole for hours.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
Asher smiled against his skin. “You’d miss me too much.”
He rose. Levi heard him spitting into his palm, then two thick fingers pressed against his entrance. The first one sank in with a slow, inexorable push. Levi’s breath hitched hard at the stretch, his body fighting it even as his mind remembered exactly how good it felt.
“Tight,” Asher groaned, his free hand stroked reverently down Levi’s spine. “I get to be your first. Every. Single. Time. Do you have any idea how happy that makes me?”
“That’s because my body—”
Asher crooked his finger and found his prostate with devastating accuracy. Levi’s back bowed violently, a raw shout punching out of him as blinding pleasure ripped through the burn. Asher’s palm pressed between his shoulder blades, forcing him back down onto the desk.
“The first time I killed you,” Asher continued calmly even as his fingers stroked that spot mercilessly, “I went back to Riverbend and slept. Just like all the other times.” A second finger joined the first. “The next time you died, it felt empty…I didn’t like that. So I killed myself right after.”
A third finger pressed in and Levi’s vision whited out. A broken, wrecked sound tore from his throat—half-sob, half-moan—as the brutal stretch mixed with the relentless assault on his prostate.
“Every time since then,” Asher whispered, fingers pumping deep and steady, “if you die and I’m not with you… I find the fastest way to follow.”
Levi’s fingers scraped desperately against the metal desk. “Why?” he choked out.
Asher leaned over him, lips brushing the shell of his ear, three fingers still buried to the hilt and stroking. “Because I refuse to wait one more second than I have to before I can taste you again.”
“Fuck… fuck, fuck, Asher,” Levi gasped, shamelessly pushing back onto the three fingers stretching him open. The burn was vicious, but the need to cum had grown teeth. His brain was fogging over, his thoughts fracturing. “Please—mmnh—keep going—”
Asher’s palm cracked across his ass in a sharp, testing slap. The sound echoed. Levi’s whole body jolted, clenching hard around the invading fingers. “Interesting.”
“Don’t—”
The next slap was harder. A vicious crack that lit up Levi’s skin like fire. Heat bloomed instantly across his cheek, the sting sinking deep. His cock jerked hard against the desk, leaking, and Asher groaned. “Very interesting.”