Chapter 15 #2
“I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you in the forest,” Asher said against his ribs.
“I want to cover you in my marks. I want to bite your fucking face so everyone sees you’re mine.
” His teeth found the ridge of Levi’s hip, biting down and sucking, and Levi’s hips came off the mattress.
He grabbed Asher’s hair with both hands and pulled, but the pulling just made Asher’s mouth work harder — his tongue tracing the line he’d just bruised, soothing it with a tenderness that sat right next to the roughness.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Levi.” He looked up from between Levi’s hips. “You’ve finally turned off that big sexy brain of yours.”
“Shut up,” Levi panted.
“No.” Asher smiled, and even from this angle, Levi could see it was the dangerous version of his smile. “Your skin is warmer when your brain turns off. Your muscles stop bracing.” He bit the inside of Levi’s thigh and Levi’s moan filled the room. “You stop trying to control the sounds you make.”
He’s right. Every touch was landing at full volume because the part of him that usually sat between Asher and his nerve endings — the part that filtered, managed, controlled — had gone offline with the grief, and apparently Asher could feel the difference under his mouth and his hands and the knowing made Levi’s face burn because he couldn’t even pretend anymore.
Asher flipped him onto his stomach, yanked his hips up until he was on his knees, and before Levi could settle into the position Asher’s hand came down on his ass. Hard. The crack of it was loud, and the sting of it was louder, spreading across his skin and sinking deeper.
Levi’s moan was muffled by the comforter as he buried his face in it.
“There’s my good boy.” Asher rubbed his palm over the sting in slow circles, then brought his hand down again, harder. Levi’s whole body rocked forward as he let out a startled moan. He wanted to say something, but Asher’s hand came down again and again before he could even protest.
Levi clawed at the sheets, his face and ass burning as every strike sent a jolt straight through him that his cock registered as more and his hips registered as again and his brain had no authority over either of them.
“Your body is the most honest thing about you,” Asher said, his palm soothing the area in slow circles. “Your mouth says stop. Your mind says manage this. Your body says —” His hand came down harder on the other cheek and Levi bit his own knuckles in an attempt to stifle his moan “— that.”
Asher’s mouth replaced his hand on the heated skin, lips pressing soft kisses to the stinging flesh at first. Then Asher gripped either side of his ass and spread him open with a firm, deliberate pull.
The first swipe of Asher’s tongue directly against his hole made the transition from sting to devastating so sharp that Levi’s arms buckled and he dropped flat against the mattress, his eyes watering and unfocused because every nerve in his body redirected toward what Asher’s mouth was doing.
Asher took his time, his tongue flat and broad to lap over the sensitive rim, then pointed to tease the tight entrance, circling with teasing flicks that built the pressure until he pressed inside with a slow, insistent push that made Levi’s toes curl.
Levi’s fingers white-knuckled in the sheet, and the sounds coming out of him were continuous, each exhale carrying a moan or a gasp or a word that didn’t have consonants.
“You should hear yourself,” Asher rumbled against his hole, his breath hot and teasing, the vibration of his voice making Levi’s whole body shudder. “The sounds you make when you stop managing them — fuck, Levi. I could listen to you fall apart all night.”
Levi pressed his hands under him, cupping his face, in a desperate attempt to stop the echoing of his own moans, because his body was making sounds he wasn’t sure his dignity could survive.
Asher stopped. “Hands down.”
“I can’t —” Levi shook his head, his words muffled against his palms.
“If you cover your mouth again,” Asher said, his breath warm against the back of Levi’s thigh, “I’m going to tie your hands to that headboard.”
Levi’s body responded before he processed the words — every muscle clenching as his cock twitched. He felt Asher smile against his skin.
“Oh.” The sound was quiet and delighted and hungry. “Oh, Levi.”
“That wasn’t —”
“Your whole body just said yes. I said tie and your body said please.”
“It didn’t —” His face was on fire.
“Not tonight.” Asher sighed, reaching around to stroke Levi’s cock and yank him back against his face. “But next time, baby. We’re adding that to the list.”
Levi cried out, his hands fisting the sheets as Asher’s teeth sank into the left side of his ass.
“Good boy,” Asher said as he pulled back. Levi glanced behind him and watched Asher wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, slowly and deliberately, holding eye contact while he did it. Levi bit his lip and his face burned and Asher grinned because he saw both. “Stay like that, baby.”
He reached over the edge of the bed, fumbling to grab his pants he discarded in a hurry, and then came back with the small bottle of lube from the sanitarium.
Levi stared at it. Then at Asher. “You said you didn’t have it.”
“I said I didn’t have it then,“ he grinned.
“Why the fuck would you lie?”
“I didn’t lie, I just didn’t have it on me. It was in the drawer of the desk I bent you over—”
Levi turned around and smacked him. “You let me think we had to —”
“I wanted to use my mouth,” Asher said, catching Levi’s wrist as he tried to slap Asher again. “I wanted you in that position and I wanted my mouth on you. The easiest way to get both was to not mention where the lube was.”
“The spit —”
“—was because I wanted to spit in your mouth.“ He sucked two of Levi’s captive fingers into his mouth, lolling his tongue around them without breaking eye contact.
“You—you’re—you’re —” Levi’s vocabulary failed him, his outrage and his arousal occupying the same space in his chest and neither one winning. “You are genuinely the worst person alive.”
“And your pretty little cock is dripping on the sheets and you haven’t told me to stop.
” Asher pressed his lips to each of Levi’s fingers, one by one, the tenderness of it obscene after the confession.
“Because you liked it. All of it. My mouth, the spit, the not knowing. You liked it and you’re angry at yourself for liking it, and watching you be angry at yourself is one of my favorite things. ”
“I’m using the lube this time,” Asher continued, clicking the cap open. “Because I want to fuck you for a long time and the lube makes that possible. Not because you asked nicely. Now turn around and show me what’s mine before I get impatient.”
Levi glared at him, not willing to let the subject drop, but Asher smirked and shrugged. Uh-oh. Asher’s hand flew from his wrist back to his hair, twisting him back towards the bed and slamming him face down into a comforter that was already damp with Levi’s sweat and tears.
The first finger was slick and warm and Levi’s body clenched against it immediately.
His jaw went tight and his fingers twisted in the sheets and he could hear his own breath hissing between his teeth.
He knew this part. That was what made it worse — he knew what it felt like, how long it took, how good it would be on the other side, and his body still fought it every single time.
The fighting was its own kind of humiliation.
Asher could feel the resistance around his fingers and Levi could feel Asher feeling it.
“Breathe,” Asher said quietly. “I’ve got you.”
“I know you’ve got me, it’s my own body that’s the — fuuuuck —” The second finger pushed in.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” Asher whispered against his lower back, “even if your body is so determined not to let me in.”
“It’s not personal, it’s the —” Levi choked out as Asher wasted no time pushing in a third finger, his hands pulling the sheets tight enough that the fitted corner popped off the mattress. “Go slower—”
“No.” Asher curled his fingers just right and the burn rewired itself into something electric. Levi couldn’t stop the moan that exploded out of him. “There we go.”
Levi’s body went from fighting Asher’s fingers to chasing them in the space of three heartbeats — his hips moving, pressing back, all resistance gone because the pleasure had overwhelmed it.
Asher’s fingers withdrew after a few more embarrassing moans out of Levi, one hand pressing down between Levi’s shoulder blades.
“They have to have candles in this place,” Asher murmured, lining himself up. “It’s a hotel. I’ll check the front desk —”
“Are you seriously talking about candles right —”
Asher pushed in and the rest of the sentence left Levi’s body as a sound instead of words.
The burn and the stretch hit him at once and Levi tried to pull away, just a bit, but Asher pressed forward in one slow thrust that didn’t stop until he was flush against Levi.
All Levi could do was claw hard at the sheets, crying out and panting.
“Good boy, so fucking good.” Asher’s forehead dropped to Levi’s back, his breath ragged. “You have no idea what you do to me. Every single time.”
The pace was Asher’s — deep and sustained, the rhythm of someone who meant it when he said he wanted this to last. The lube and the angle and the hotel bed all conspired to make the sensation rolling through him almost unbearable, building and building without cresting.
He could hear the slapping of skin, the creak of the bed frame, his own desperate, needy moans as Asher’s hands pulled him into every thrust, and he just… took it.