第46章 #2
Asher’s mouth hit his in a kiss that had teeth in it and the sound from Asher’s chest was closer to a growl than a groan.
Asher kissed him like he was trying to get inside him through his mouth — deep, consuming, his hand yanking Levi’s head back by the hair to get a better angle, his tongue and his teeth and his breath and the weight of him pressing Levi into the mattress.
There, Levi thought, and the thought arrived already coming apart. That’s the real one. That’s what I —
Asher didn’t stop, but as his hands slid up beneath Levi’s shirt, there was a pause so brief Levi almost missed it, and then Asher’s kiss gentled. His mouth moved down to Levi’s neck, and each kiss was soft, measured, and entirely wrong.
“Asher.” Levi got a hand into his hair and pulled Asher’s head up. “What are you doing?”
“This is our last first time,” Asher said simply. “You are smaller than you were in there…and you don’t reset anymore. I can’t do the things I want to do to you.”
Oh.
Levi understood several things at once. The carefulness was Asher protecting him, in a way, from the Asher that had no consequences in the game.
He should be grateful. Asher was being considerate and gentle, even if for only a few minutes.
He needed this gentleness the first time.
He probably needed gentleness again, because Asher was right. This would be the last first time.
But nothing that had happened out here was gentle either. Asher was still demanding, still cruel, still needy in ways that overrode Levi’s wants, and Levi loved him anyway.
Fuck that.
Levi’s hands came up to Asher’s chest and shoved him to the side.
Asher didn’t resist, rolling to his side, and Levi shoved him again until his back was flat on the mattress and Levi followed, straddling his hips and pressing his ass firmly against the growing bulge in Asher’s pants.
Levi yanked his own shirt over his head and grabbed Asher’s jaw the same way Asher had grabbed his dozens of times.
“What happened,” he asked breathlessly, “to I get what I want, the way I want it?”
A slow lopsided grin formed on Asher’s face as he looked up at Levi, and it was in that moment Levi began to question his sanity again.
He knew this smile. This smile had too many teeth, even when his mouth was closed.
The smile that heard “save my friends and I’ll let you touch me” and had already figured out how far it would go before ever knowing the rules.
“Well,” Asher said. “I guess we do have two doctors we can call when things go wrong.”
Levi’s stomach dropped.
When, he thought. Not if. When.
Asher removed his shirt as he sat up and pressed the gentlest kiss to the tip of Levi’s nose. “I love you so much.”
Then Asher grabbed him by the throat and Levi was on his back, the mattress bouncing under him. Asher followed like gravity itself had changed direction, knees bracketing Levi’s thighs, mismatched eyes blazing with something that looked like relief and hunger and madness all at once.
Asher’s mouth crashed against the bite mark on Levi’s neck and his teeth sank in immediately, no warm-up, no tracing.
Just a hard, claiming bite that made Levi’s spine arch off the bed with a startled cry.
The pain was bright, immediate, blooming outward like ink in water.
He felt the skin give under the pressure, the familiar wet heat of blood welling up.
“Fuck—Asher, it’s already there!” he cried, slamming a fist into Asher’s shoulder. Asher made a low, pleased sound against his throat and sucked. Hard. The pull sent a bolt of heat straight through Levi’s core, his body traitorously eager for what was happening to his skin.
Asher pulled back just enough to look at the fresh mark, his lips already smeared red. “Mine,” he whispered. Then he was moving again.
Teeth caught Levi’s left nipple in a full bite, sharp enough that Levi’s entire body pressed back into the mattress like he could sink through it as a high, humiliating sound ripped out of his throat before he could stop it. He slapped a hand over his mouth instantly.
Asher’s fingers locked around his wrist like a vice and slammed it back to the mattress beside his head.
“No.” The word vibrated against Levi’s sternum.
Teeth scraped over Levi’s ribs, then lower, finding the sharp cut of his hip bone as Asher yanked off the rest of Levi’s clothes.
The bite there was vicious, Asher’s teeth dragging hard enough that Levi could feel the bruise forming in real time, a deep purple bloom that would ache for days.
Another bite followed immediately on the tender skin just below it, then another on the crease of his thigh.
Each one stung and made Levi’s thighs tremble uncontrollably.
Asher shoved Levi’s thighs wider apart with rough hands, spreading him obscenely.
His mouth found the softest skin on the inside of Levi’s left thigh and bit harder than before, deep enough that Levi’s vision whited out for a second.
The pain tipped over into something nauseatingly good.
He could feel his pulse hammering against Asher’s teeth.
“Stop! Asher, too hard!”
Asher soothed the bite with a slow, wet drag of his tongue, then immediately sank his teeth into a fresh spot an inch higher. His hips jerked up involuntarily, seeking friction, seeking anything to counteract the pain. Shame flooded his chest so hot he thought he might combust.
Listen to yourself. Whimpering like an animal while a murderer bites bruises into your thighs. And you’re hard. You’re so fucking hard it hurts.
Then Asher’s mouth was on his cock.
There was no teasing, no slow lick from base to tip. Just wet heat and suction and the obscene sound of Asher taking him deep on the first try. Levi’s jolted so violently he nearly unseated Asher as a raw, broken moan tore out of him.
Asher pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny with spit and a faint smear of blood that had dripped down. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice low and rough. “Don’t look away. I want to watch your face while I ruin you.”
Levi’s breath hitched. The command burned through him — humiliating, terrifying, and for some stupid reason, impossible to disobey.
Asher took him deeper this time, throat working around him, cheeks hollowing.
Levi couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from his own mouth.
Every time he tried to bite one back, Asher would growl around him; the vibration made Levi’s toes curl and his hips jerk.
Then Asher’s hand moved.
He pulled off Levi’s cock just enough to swipe two fingers through the mess pooling at the crease where thigh met groin — blood from the deep bites, Levi’s own leaking pre-cum, and thick strings of Asher’s drool. The sight of those glistening fingers made Levi’s stomach drop.
“Asher — wait—”
Asher didn’t wait.
He swallowed Levi down again in one smooth motion while his slick fingers pressed between Levi’s cheeks and pushed inside, one finger breaching him without warning, sliding in to the second knuckle in a single deliberate thrust.
Levi’s entire body seized.
“No — wait, stop, don’t—” The words tumbled out in a frantic panic, his hands flying down to push at Asher’s shoulders. “Asher, please, not yet—”
Asher hummed around him and curled his finger.
The panic fractured instantly, replaced by a rolling wave of overwhelming sensation that made his vision spark at the edges.
His protest dissolved into a high, keening moan he barely recognized as his own.
His hands, which had been pushing Asher away, curled into fists in Asher’s hair instead, pulling him closer.
Oh god. Oh fuck. I said stop and my body just—
Asher added a second finger on the next thrust, scissoring gently, stretching Levi while his mouth continued its relentless work.
The dual sensation — wet heat around him and the burning, inevitable pressure inside — short-circuited every rational thought Levi had left and tears prickled at the corners of his eyes from the intensity.
Asher pulled off Levi’s cock again, lips swollen and shiny, eyes never leaving Levi’s face. “There it is,” he murmured as his fingers curled again, brushing that spot that made Levi see stars. “That’s the sound I wanted. Keep looking at me, baby. Let me watch you fall apart.”
Levi couldn’t look away. Couldn’t stop the desperate roll of his hips, couldn’t stop the whimpers that kept escaping no matter how hard he tried to stay quiet.
For thirty endless seconds there was nothing in the world except Asher’s mouth, the obscene stretch of his fingers, the sting of fresh bites blooming across his thighs, and the crushing weight of his own terrifying want.
I can’t take it anymore.
Both hands still tangled in Asher’s hair, Levi yanked hard enough that it had to hurt.
Asher let himself be pulled up, crawling over Levi’s body until their faces were level again.
Their chests heaved against each other. Levi could taste himself on Asher’s tongue when he surged up to kiss him desperately, like he was drowning and Asher was the only air left in the world.
It should have disgusted him. Instead it made his cock throb painfully where it rested trapped between their bodies, still wet from that devastating mouth.
His hands were still tangled in Asher’s hair, tugging hard enough that he knew it hurt, but Asher only groaned into the kiss like pain from Levi was the sweetest thing he’d ever felt.
Asher stayed braced above him, forearms on either side of Levi’s head, caging him in without crushing him like he was physically chaining himself in place.
He’s letting me.
The realization hit Levi like a live wire. He was flat on his back, pinned beneath a man who could break him in half, and yet Asher was holding back. Just watching him with those eyes that looked halfway to ruined.