Chapter 42
Taste Test
Player One
“Stay there.”
Levi was at the sink, heaving into the drain.
Asher tried to feed him, just to make it easier, since Levi still gagged sometimes if he fed himself, but he insisted he could do it.
His body was rejecting things less often after a week of being at Asher’s house, but it still happened.
There was some part of Levi, even subconsciously, that was fighting him, like it was insisting on giving up, and Levi refused to see a therapist about it.
Or talk about it. Or do anything other than choke down bread, and let Asher put the meal replacements through the tube.
But today…today Levi said stay there in a voice that had an edge, thin and tired but present. It was the first pushback Levi had given him that wasn’t the barely-there, empty compliance of a man who had stopped caring what happened to his body.
Levi’s mouth had made those words. Levi’s lips and tongue shaped the defiance and pushed it across the kitchen at him and Asher’s body responded to the mouth before his brain caught up with the words, because he was going to act on the thing he had noticed every time Levi couldn’t make himself eat.
He was holding the spot. Asher’s spot. The place where a marking defied the game’s programming lived for so long. Every time Levi gagged, or threw up, or seemed diminished in some way, he held that spot. He probably wasn’t even aware he was doing it.
But Asher noticed.
Asher crossed the kitchen in four steps.
“I told you to stay —” Levi groaned as he spat into the sink.
Asher spun him around and pressed him back against the counter’s edge with his hips.
“Asher, what are you —”
“You told me to stay,” Asher whispered in Levi’s ear. “I don’t stay.”
Levi tried to duck under his arm. Fast — faster than Asher expected, with a sideways lurch toward the gap between Asher’s body and the refrigerator. Asher caught him by the waist and Levi’s hip hit the counter’s edge.
There. Fight me. Push.
“Let go of me —” Levi’s hands came to Asher’s forearms.
“No.”
“Asher, I’m serious, get off —” Levi shoved at his chest hard. His jaw set, his eyes bright with something closer to anger, the thing in him that said stay there, sharpened into an actual blade. “I said no.”
Levi’s eyes were wide and furious and alive. His mouth, God his mouth was set in a line and the line was no and the no was coming from a real person, not the shell of one. Asher wanted to put his mouth on the no and taste it.
So he did.
He caught Levi’s mouth mid-protest and sealed it with his own, grabbing the back of Levi’s neck to hold the kiss in place. Levi’s next no dissolved against Asher’s lips, but he still shoved at Asher, and Asher kissed him through the shove.
Levi bit him, and it wasn’t a love-bite, it was a fuck you bite, sharp and mean. Asher tasted blood. His own blood. On Levi’s teeth.
His whole body lit up.
Oh, you beautiful thing. You bit me. You bit me, and I can taste it, and you’re so angry, and I love you so much right now I can barely stand it.
“Do that again,” Asher murmured as he pulled back, smiling with blood on his teeth. He cocked his head and looked at his blood on Levi’s lips. “Or you can do something more fun with that mouth. I’ll return the favor.”
Levi glared at him. “Fuck off, Asher.”
“You’re so beautiful like this.” He pushed down on Levi’s neck. “You’re so much prettier when you’ve got that fight in you than when you’re sitting on my couch staring at nothing. This is you. The biting and the shoving and the no — this is the you I missed.”
Without warning, Asher pulled Levi sideways and dropped him.
Levi’s knees hit the cold tile hard. A sharp gasp punched out of him as his hands flew up instinctively, fisting desperately in the loose waistband of Asher’s pajama bottoms instead of pushing him away.
His face was now perfectly level with Asher’s hips, and the glare on Levi’s face fractured—his eyes going huge and glassy as he swallowed hard, throat working visibly.
For once, Levi didn’t look away. Not even when his hands began to tremble violently or when his lashes grew heavy with unshed tears.
“There,” Asher said, soft and almost tender. He brushed Levi’s hair back from his flushed face, fingertips tracing the sharp line of his cheekbone. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”
Levi stared up at him, his mouth a stubborn, sealed line, jaw clenched tight.
“I know you’re scared,” Asher murmured, one hand still cradling Levi’s head while the other slowly pushed his pants down his hip until he sprang free, already flushed dark and leaking.
“You’re always scared at first… and then you’re not.
And then you’re so fucking good for me you forget you were ever scared at all. ”
The fabric cleared his hips. Asher’s voice dropped into a rough command. “Open for me, Levi. Let me see that pretty tongue.”
Levi’s jaw stayed locked. His fingers dug harder into Asher’s thighs, nails biting through the thin fabric like he was fighting himself. Asher had to bite the inside of his cheek as Levi’s fingers dug into the sore beneath the fabric.
He’s not opening.
Asher gripped Levi’s jaw, pressing in where the joint met his skull, and squeezed. Levi’s mouth opened on a broken, helpless sound that shot straight to Asher’s cock.
“Good boy,” Asher growled. “Tongue out. Show me.”
Levi’s tongue slid out, pink and wet, trembling.
The sight of him—kneeling on the kitchen tile, mouth forced open, tongue presented, tears glistening on his lashes—hit Asher somewhere deep, something far beyond mere lust. It filled the hollow place inside his chest with something possessive and devastating.
“Good boy,” he repeated, rougher this time. “Just like that. Let me feel you.”
He guided the swollen head of his cock forward with one hand, the other fisted tight in Levi’s hair. The first touch of Levi’s hot, slick tongue against the sensitive underside made Asher’s entire body lock up.
“Fuck—” The word punched out of him. “Your mouth— Jesus, Levi… close your lips. Tighter. Yeah, just like that—fuck.”
The moment Levi’s soft lips sealed around him in that tight, wet heat, Asher’s mind went blank for several long seconds.
When thought returned, he looked down again and the image of Levi staring up at him through wet lashes, his cheeks flushed dark, lips stretched obscenely around him, burned itself into Asher’s soul.
“Look at you,” Asher rasped. “Those gorgeous fucking eyes looking up at me while your mouth is stuffed full of my cock. You have no idea what you do to me. None.”
His hips rolled forward in shallow thrusts, feeding more of himself into that perfect heat. “Use your tongue. Give me that little swirl you did back in the sanitarium.”
Levi obeyed instantly. The swirling pressure sent lightning up Asher’s spine. “There—fuck, don’t stop—you’re so good for me, baby, so fucking good—”
Levi’s hands moved. One braced on Asher’s hip, controlling the depth; the other wrapped tight around the thick base of his cock. The dual sensation ripped a raw groan out of Asher’s throat. “Your hand—yes, good boy, just like that—”
This mouth was his. This singular image would only ever be his. No one would ever know Levi like this.
Asher’s grip turned punishing. His hips pressed forward harder, sliding past the comfortable depth until the head of his cock nudged the back of Levi’s throat.
Levi gagged as Asher pushed deeper, the sudden stretch forcing a wet, guttural sound from him. His hands shoved frantically at Asher’s hips, but Asher held his head steady with both hands, his thumbs stroking soothing circles against his temples even as he sank another inch.
Asher almost let out a laugh as his cock hit the length of tube in the back of Levi’s throat. Huh. I can feel it.
“Shhh, easy… breathe through your nose. You can take me. Look at me, let me see that slutty little face you get,” Asher groaned as he rocked forward.
Each thrust forced another wet, choking glide, obscene gagging sounds filling the kitchen as saliva spilled from the corners of Levi’s stretched lips and dripped down his chin.
“Fuck, listen to that. Hear how sloppy your throat is getting for me? You’re drooling all over me like you were made for this.
” Asher’s breathing was ragged, his hips stuttering as pleasure coiled tighter.
“You’re doing so well, baby. So fucking well.
Taking every inch like the obedient, cock-hungry slut you are. God, you’re incredible.”
Levi’s eyes streamed tears, but he kept them locked on Asher’s, wide and glassy and utterly surrendered. The sight of his own cock disappearing between those swollen, tear-streaked lips was almost too much.
Asher’s voice dropped into a filthy growl. “That’s it… relax for me. Let me all the way in. I want to feel your nose against my stomach. I want to fuck your throat until the only thing you can taste is me for days.”
He pushed deeper on the next thrust, holding himself there as Levi’s throat convulsed and fluttered wildly around him. The tight, rippling heat and the broken, wet sounds finally shattered Asher’s control.
“I’m so fucking close. So fucking close, Levi,” Asher moaned, barely holding on. “Swallow every fucking drop like the good boy you are.”
The orgasm tore through him like lightning—starting at the base of his spine and exploding outward.
He gripped Levi’s hair with both hands now, hips stuttering as pulse after pulse of cum flooded Levi’s throat.
The feeling of his real throat working desperately around him, the hot tears against his skin, the sounds—it was overwhelming.
Levi swallowed. Again. And again. Every contraction pulled another ragged moan from Asher until his legs were weak.
When he finally pulled back, a thick string of saliva and cum connected Levi’s swollen, glistening lips to the head of his cock for a moment before it broke.