第46章 #3
Levi’s hand slid between their bodies, shoved Asher’s pants down, and wrapped around his cock.
It was scalding hot, thick and heavy, and the moment his fingers closed around it, Asher’s entire body went taut above him — every muscle locked, breath stuttering against Levi’s cheek.
A raw, guttural sound tore out of Asher’s throat.
“Levi—”
The way Asher said his name, groaning and desperate while hovering over him like this, sent heat spiraling down Levi’s spine and into his toes. He stroked once. Slowly. Testing. Feeling the violent pulse against his palm, the way the vein throbbed under his thumb.
Asher’s arms trembled, his hands fisted the sheets on either side of Levi’s head until the fabric creaked, but he didn’t touch Levi.
This is insane. He’s the one on top. He’s the one who could take everything right now. And he’s choosing to let me do this.
Levi tightened his grip and stroked again, twisting his wrist at the head. Asher’s hips twitched once before he forced them still again. Another broken sound escaped him, closer to a whimper this time. Levi’s face burned.
No wonder he’s obsessed with this. Making me loud. Making me shake. It feels… good. Making him fall apart while I’m trapped under him. It feels like power.
Emboldened, Levi craned his neck upward and pressed his mouth to the side of Asher’s throat — the exact mirrored spot where Asher always marked him.
First he kissed. Then he bit. Gently. Asher’s head tilted, baring more of his neck in silent invitation.
The groan that vibrated against Levi’s lips made his own cock jerk hard between them.
He bit harder.
Asher shuddered above him in a full-body tremor that Levi felt in every place they touched. The hand closest to Levi’s head fisted the pillow so tightly Levi heard threads pop, but still Asher didn’t grab him.
Levi tasted blood.
He’d bitten deep enough. The metallic bloom flooded his tongue, warm and sharp and real.
This mark would still be on Asher’s neck tomorrow and the thought of it made Levi dizzy with something terrifyingly close to euphoria. He sucked at the fresh wound, tasting more, and Asher made a sound that was half growl, half sob.
When Levi finally pulled back, lips smeared with blood, Asher looked at him with awe.
“Fuck, Levi,” Asher breathed, voice hoarse and reverent, blood trickling slowly down the side of his own neck. “You bit me. Right there. You beautiful fucking thing.”
Levi stared at his own work — the perfect mirrored imprint of his teeth on Asher’s throat, bleeding freely. His hand never stopped stroking, slow and relentless.
“Levi—” Asher moaned. “If you don’t stop I’m going to cum just from your hand.”
Levi’s heart hammered against his ribs. The terror and arousal had fused so completely he couldn’t breathe. He tilted his head up again, lips brushing the fresh bleeding bite, tasting iron one more time. “Then stop me.”
The words had barely left his mouth before Asher moved.
It wasn’t violent, exactly, but the speed of it stole Levi’s breath. One moment Asher was braced above him; the next Levi was flipped onto his stomach, face pressed into the pillow, Asher’s full weight settling over his back, one broad hand gripping the back of Levi’s neck, pinning him down.
“Okay, baby,” Asher growled against his ear. “Let’s do this my way again.”
Levi’s face was still shoved into the pillow, Asher’s weight pinning him down, when something cool brushed Levi’s cheek. He turned his head and felt all the air leave his body.
Asher was holding leather handcuffs.
“I told you it was on the list,” he whispered.
“You put those under the pillow before dinner?” Levi rasped. “Before Paul came over?”
“I like to be prepared,” Asher murmured, almost tender. “This is the first time it’s real forever. No resets. I wanted to be ready in case you tried covering your mouth again.”
Levi laughed, almost hysterically, but that dissolved into a whimper as Asher’s cock nudged against him.
Before he could spiral further, Asher hauled him over by the hair. Pain flared across Levi’s scalp as Asher yanked him onto his back like he weighed nothing. Levi gasped, arms flailing for half a second before Asher caught both wrists and pinned them above his head against the headboard.
Asher worked the buckles shut faster than Levi could track, then the short connecting strap was looped over the rail and secured.
Levi pulled, and they did not budge.
Asher yanked his hips further down the bed so his arms were stretched tight above his head, his shoulders already burning, completely unable to protect his face, his throat, any part of himself. The fear that had been simmering exploded into full panic.
“Asher — wait. Wait. I can’t — I can’t move—” He pulled harder against the leather, the soft lining doing almost nothing to cushion the bite of it. “Asher, please, this is too much, take them off—”
“Shh, baby. Look at me.” Asher reached into the nightstand. “You’re so fucking perfect like this. Everything about you is.”
Levi watched him coat his fingers with lube and swallowed hard, unable to close his legs as three fingers pressed against him and pushed in.
Levi cried out against the sudden stretch. “No— fuck— Asher, stop, it’s too much, I can’t take three yet—”
“You can.” Asher’s voice was calm, almost soothing, even as his fingers sank deeper, scissoring ruthlessly.
His hand returned to Levi’s throat, tightening just enough to make Levi’s pulse hammer against his palm.
“Don’t fight me, baby. You’re doing so good.
You’re always such a good boy for me, even when you’re scared. ”
The praise burned worse than the stretch.
Levi’s protests grew louder, more desperate, tears spilling down his temples as Asher worked him open with three thick fingers.
Every sound felt deafening. Every curl of those fingers against his prostate made his restrained arms yank uselessly at the cuffs, the leather digging harder into his wrists.
“Too much…please—” Levi sobbed, hips trying to twist away.
Asher simply pinned one of his thighs down with a knee and kept going, curling his fingers again and again against that devastating spot.
His arms burned from pulling against the unyielding cuffs.
The fear was real and sharp — he couldn’t stop this, couldn’t slow it down, couldn’t hide any of the humiliating noises falling from his mouth.
And yet he was leaking steadily onto his stomach, twitching with every drag of Asher’s fingers.
“You gonna cum on my fingers, baby? Should I even let you?” Asher’s grip tightened on his throat. “You made me wait for so fucking long out here. Too fucking long.”
“Shut up,” Levi gasped. “Just shut—oh god—shut the fuck up!”
Asher stilled for half a second, cocking his head to the side, and made a low, delighted sound. He withdrew his fingers, leaving Levi clenching desperately around nothing. The emptiness ached worse than the stretch.
Asher settled between his spread thighs, one hand still wrapped around Levi’s throat, the other guiding his cock, and he pressed forward in one long, relentless thrust. Levi cried out, his throat raw as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks.
The fullness was overwhelming — too much, too fast, too real.
But it was perfect.
Asher buried his face against Levi’s neck, his arms trembling.
“Levi… fuck, you feel— so perfect. So tight around me. Tighter than in there, fuck—” he gasped. “Oh fuck—mhmm—baby, I’m actually inside you—”
“Sh-shut up,” Levi sobbed, his legs wrapping around Asher’s waist anyway, heels digging into his back. “Just shut up and fuck me.”
Asher made a low, feral sound deep in his chest and drove into him.
The first thrust was too hard and Levi cried out as Asher buried himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke, the sudden stretch tearing a startled “Ah—fuck!” from him.
Every thick inch forced his body open wider than it wanted to go.
He yanked hard against the cuffs, the leather biting into his wrists as helpless, guttural cries spilled out of him with every punishing snap of Asher’s hips.
Asher growled against his neck again, hips never slowing. “That’s it. Let me hear you. Be a good boy for me.”
“Shut the—” Levi yanked at the cuffs again as Asher definitely hit something too deep and too sensitive inside him that stole his breath. “—fuck up!”
“You wanna play like that?” Asher panted, licking at the tears on Levi’s face. “Fine.” He reached for the nightstand without missing a beat.
Levi’s eyes widened as his hand returned with a knife. “No—no, wait!”
The flat of the blade pressed against the side of his throat.
Levi’s breath hitched into a high, startled whimper and Asher dragged it slowly downward as he kept thrusting, the steel gliding over his sternum and his stomach, until it rested against the tender, freshly bitten skin of his inner thigh.
“Tell me to shut up again, Levi,” Asher whispered against his lips as the tip of the blade pressed against his skin. “Do it. I want you to do it.”
Levi shook his head. “No, no, I’m sorry—I—I—”
Asher’s thrusts turned erratic, desperate, hips slamming forward with mindless intensity. His grip on the knife faltered.
The blade slipped.
A bright, stinging line of fire sliced across Levi’s inner thigh.
“Asher, stop!” Levi cried out.
Blood welled up fast and hot, and Asher groaned like the sight alone was enough to undo him. He dropped the knife onto the mattress and immediately swept two fingers through the fresh blood, smearing the warm mess over Levi’s aching length in one obscene stroke.
“Look at you, taking my cock while you bleed. Such a good fucking boy,” Asher panted as he kept fucking him in deep, savage plunges. He pushed his bloody fingers between Levi’s lips. “Taste yourself.”
Levi accepted the fingers, moaning as Asher changed the angle and was suddenly pounding away at his prostate. He sobbed around the fingers. “I can’t— I’m going to— oh fuck, I’m—”