Chapter 7 #2
He withdrew his fingers, leaving Levi clenching around nothing.
Before he could protest, strong hands gripped his hips and flipped him onto his back, the cold metal of the desk biting into his overheated skin.
Levi’s hands flew up to cover his burning face, but Asher caught both wrists and slammed them down beside his head, pinning them hard.
“I want to see you,” Asher said, his eyes gleaming with something feral. “Keep your eyes open. Don’t you dare look away from me.”
He released one wrist only long enough to rip his shirt off in one rough motion.
The low light carved over the lean chest, the shift of muscle as he shoved his uniform down.
The fabric hit the floor with a loud rustle.
Levi looked—because he was ordered to, and because some broken part of him wanted to see how hard Asher was for this.
Asher’s cock was flushed dark, curving up tight against his stomach. He spat loudly into his palm, making Levi’s stomach twist, then stroked himself slow and slick.
The blunt, wet head of Asher’s cock pressed against Levi’s twitching hole. Not pushing in. Just resting there. Teasing, like he was letting the anticipation chew Levi apart. Then Asher rolled his hips forward in one steady, merciless thrust.
The stretch was brutal. Levi’s body fought it like it did before—muscles clamping down, resisting the thick invasion even as his mind screamed at it to relax.
The burn was white-hot and immediate, sharper than any memory could prepare him for.
His mouth dropped open on a strangled cry that Asher caught with a deep, hungry kiss, swallowing the sound like it belonged to him.
“Breathe,” Asher growled against his lips, still pushing deeper, not stopping until his hips were flush and Levi was stuffed impossibly full. “You’re so fucking perfect like this. You have no idea what it does to me.”
“It hurts—” Levi hissed through clenched teeth, eyes stinging.
“I know.” His thumbs stroked over the insides of Levi’s pinned wrists—one gentle, one deliberately grinding into the deep bruise, sending fresh sparks of pain up Levi’s arm with every heartbeat. “I know it hurts. But you’re taking me so well anyway. You’re such a good boy for me, Levi.”
“Stop praising me while you’re—”
“While I’m what?” Asher pulled back slowly, then slammed back in with a brutal snap of his hips. Levi’s back arched hard off the desk, a broken moan tearing out of him as the burn twisted into something electric.
Every thrust made the pain in his wrist flare brighter where Asher kept it pinned. Levi’s legs wrapped around Asher’s waist, his heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper despite himself.
“That’s it,” Asher panted. “Look at you. Pulling me in like you were made for this.” His eyes darkened. “Open your mouth.”
Levi barely had time to obey before Asher leaned in closer, lips hovering just above his. A thick strand of spit slowly dripped from Asher’s mouth, landing hot on Levi’s tongue.
“Swallow.”
Levi did, the shame burning hotter than the pain in his ass or wrist. The moment he did, Asher rewarded him with another slow drool of saliva, this time letting it drip messily across his lips and tongue before kissing him hard, tasting himself inside Levi’s mouth.
“Fuck, you should see your face,” Asher groaned between kisses, hips snapping harder. “The way your eyes go glassy when I’m fucking you open. The way you moan when it hurts…”
“Shut up—”
Asher bit down on Levi’s lower lip hard enough to sting, then soothed it with his tongue. His free hand cracked against the side of Levi’s ass again—sharper this time—making him clench violently around the cock buried inside him. Asher hissed in pleasure. “Do that again.”
He slapped the same spot twice more in quick succession, each crack louder than the last, until Levi’s skin felt raw. The pain blended with the relentless drag of Asher inside him until Levi couldn’t tell which sensation was making him shake harder.
Asher stopped suddenly, buried to the hilt, both of them panting into each other’s mouths.
Strong hands slid under his back and thighs, lifting him effortlessly.
Levi’s arms locked around Asher’s neck on pure instinct, his legs tightening as the shift in position drove Asher deeper.
The sudden vertigo of being held while still impaled made his stomach flip.
“What are you—”
“Moving,” Asher answered, already walking toward the bunk.
Every single step jolted through him, his own cock painfully hard and leaking, rubbed against Asher’s stomach with every stride, leaving a slick trail between them.
The evidence of how desperately he wanted this made his face burn with humiliation.
He tried to adjust his grip on Asher, but ended up rolling his hips, sinking further down and a loud, humiliating moan tore out of him.
“You’re actually trying to fuck yourself on my cock while I carry you,” Asher huffed against his neck, grinning. “That might be the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever done.”
Levi buried his face in Asher’s neck, trying to hide from himself. “Shut the fuck up—”
“Never.” Asher lowered them onto the narrow bunk.
The sudden softness against Levi’s back after the unforgiving desk was disorienting.
Asher’s weight settled over him, pressing him down, and the new angle let him drive even deeper, stealing Levi’s breath.
The bunk frame slammed against the wall like some sort of horrifying, creaking countdown.
“Slow down—” Levi’s hand shoved at Asher’s hip. “That’s too much—you’re being too rough, fuck—slow down—”
“I told you,” Asher snarled, his teeth sinking hard into the side of Levi’s throat until Levi cried out, yanking at his hair to pull him away. “We’re doing this the way I want.“ His hips snapped forward viciously, punching the air out of Levi’s lungs. “And this is me being easy on you.”
“I can’t breathe—” he gasped. It felt good. It hurt. He felt like he was suffocating and breathing too much. Levi pulled his leg back, trying to get some leverage against Asher to make him slow down, but Asher pushed his knee up towards his chest, pinning it there with his shoulder without slowing.
Asher’s hand clamped around Levi’s jaw, forcing their eyes to lock. “This is me being careful because it’s the first time again. Next time, I won’t be careful. Next time I’m going fuck you stupid, and I’ll put you back together while you thank me for it.”
“There’s not going to be a next—fuck—Asher, please—”
Asher changed the angle and Levi’s toes curled, a raw, shocked cry ripping out of him.
“Give me a minute,” Levi gasped, clawing at Asher’s back. “Just—mmph oh god—one minute, I can’t take it—please—”
“No.” Asher’s rhythm stayed punishing, hips driving deep and steady.
His mouth found Levi’s ear, his breath scalding.
“You don’t need a minute. You need to stop thinking and let this slutty little body have what it wants.
I can feel what it wants, Levi. I’m buried inside it. Feel how hard you’re squeezing me?”
His hand slid between their sweat-slick bodies and wrapped around Levi’s cock, stroking him in counterpoint to every thrust. The dual assault shredded what little control Levi had left.
“Please—Asher, please, I need to cum—fuck, I’m so close already—”
“I know exactly what you need.” Asher’s grip tightened. “Cum for me. Keep your eyes open. Don’t you dare fucking close them.”
The orgasm ripped up from the base of Levi’s spine in a white-hot coil that detonated somewhere deep behind his balls.
It felt like every nerve in his body had been rewired straight to his cock.
His back arched so sharply it felt like his spine might snap, legs locking vise-tight around Asher’s waist as thick, pulsing ropes of cum shot between them, splattering hot across both their stomachs.
Each spurt was almost painful in its strength, and he clenched wildly around Asher’s cock like it was trying to pull him even deeper.
“Beautiful,” Asher breathed, stilling as he watched Levi writhe. He lifted his cum-covered hand to his lips, his eyes still locked on Levi’s, as he began to lick his hand clean. “So fucking beautiful when you cum for me.”
Levi collapsed, limp and trembling, trying to convince his mind to work again, but all he could do was pant. But Asher didn’t stop. He started moving again.
“No—no, no—” Levi shoved weakly at Asher’s chest, panic spiking as every nerve ending screamed. “Fuck, it’s too sensitive, I can’t—please stop—”
It felt like his body was trying to crawl out of its own skin. Every thrust sent sharp, crackling jolts racing up his spine and down the backs of his thighs. His cock, still half-hard and twitching, ached with that horrible too-much feeling that made his eyes sting.
“One more.” Asher gathered him closer, arms like iron bands, hips still rolling with cruel precision. Each thrust sent forced sharp, desperate sounds out of Levi. “One more for me. You’re going to cum for me again.”
”I can’t—I fucking can’t, it hurts—please—it’s too much, please—”
“It’s not enough.” Asher’s voice dropped into something low and dangerous.
His hand cracked hard against the side of Levi’s ass—twice, three times—each slap stinging viciously against already sore skin.
The fresh pain made Levi cry out and clamp down around him.
“It’ll never be enough. I could fuck you through every reset until the end of time and it still wouldn’t be enough. ”
His fingers dug bruises into Levi’s thigh as he fucked into him harder. Then Asher leaned in, lips brushing Levi’s, and spat into his open, panting mouth.
Levi choked, his face burning with shame, and he swallowed reflexively before he could tell himself not to swallow.
“Stop fucking doing that—”
Asher laughed, breathless and delighted, then spat into his mouth again, deeper this time, making sure Levi felt every second of it. “Why would I? You keep swallowing like such a good boy.”