Chapter 4 #2
“I’m not like that, Austin. I’d never point out your flaws.
No one is perfect, and as someone who's just coming to terms with his sexuality over the past year, I would never make you feel bad for not knowing exactly what you're doing. This is all new for you, and I want you to have a fun experience, not one that leaves you feeling like you’ve failed.” I will not cry before sucking a man's cock! Fuck. Yeah. If I didn’t already have plans on keeping this man, this would cement that decision.
“Thank you,” I whisper, pulling Levi’s pants down.
His cock springs free, thick length hanging heavy and pointing right at me, the swollen tip dripping with pre-cum. All mushy feelings are gone as arousal burns bright inside me.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper in awe. “You have a really pretty cock.” I groan, and so does he. It’s long, thick, with a vein that runs from the base to the mushroom head. Yeah, I’m going to need to lick that.
So I do.
Lifting his cock, I lean in and flatten my tongue against the bottom side of his shaft, then lick all the way up to his tip, loving the pulse of the vein against my tongue.
“Oh god,” Levi whimpers, his knees trembling.
“No god here, baby.” I chuckle, gripping his cock tightly, giving it a pump before licking the bead of pre-cum off his tip. “But I can be your god, if you want me to.”
“Austin,” he moans. And fuck me, the way he says my name has me wanting to claim him with my marks all over his body. Soon. Soon I’ll be buried deep in that perfectly tight ass, biting his neck as I cum, filling him to the brim with my release as he screams my name and makes a mess of himself.
The thought has a growl leaving me as I lock my lips around the head of his cock. I suck, using the tip of my tongue to trace around it.
Levi’s head falls back against the door. His needy sounds have me taking him deeper.
“So good,” he groans. “So fucking good. Your mouth feels amazing, Austin. So wet and warm.”
The praise has me sucking harder as I start to bob my head, taking more and more of him inside my mouth.
His hand tangles in my hair as he moans in satisfaction. Once I’ve managed to take all of him, my jaw starts to ache from how big he is. I don’t care. I love it. I love how much he fills my mouth.
When his hips thrust forward, I’m forced to take him down my throat. I gag, and he pulls back. “Shit. Sorry,” he rushes out. “I didn’t mean—”
I put a stop to his apology, because he has nothing to apologise for, as I take him all the way again and again.
I make sure to keep my cheeks hollowed out, getting a good suction on his cock. I bob my head back and forth, using my tongue to massage the bottom of his shaft.
He seems to be loving what I’m doing based on the sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips.
It’s what I need to keep going, to keep pulling those sexy sounds from him. I want more. I want to hear him beg to cum, then cry when he shatters for me.
This time, when he thrusts down my throat, I shove his hips against the wall, holding him still, and swallow around his cock.
“O-oh fuckkk,” he chokes. “D-do that again,” he begs.
I smile around his length and pull all the way off him before taking him again. Burying my nose inside the soft curls at the base of his cock, I swallow again and again.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Levi chants. “Oh fuck,” he sobs.
Forced to pull back and take a breath, I stare up at him, my eyes watering, drool dripping from my chin.
“You're so gorgeous,” he whispers softly as he stares at me in awe. I’m not sure if I was meant to hear that, but it’s like a shot to the heart.
This man is going to be the death of me. In all the best ways possible.
Heart pounding, body tingling, I take him into my mouth again. This time, I don’t stop until Levi is shaking.
“I’m close. So close,” he whimpers as I deepthroat him over and over again. “Fuck, Austin. Oh god. I’m gonna cum.” He tries to pull me off, but I don’t let him.
I want it all. I want every last drop this man has to give me, and I don’t dare dream of wasting any.
“Oh. Shit!” The grip on my hair is painful, but he has me moaning, my eyes rolling back as Levi’s cock starts to jerk in my mouth.
He lets out the sexiest sound as he unloads down my throat.
Watching Levi give into his pleasure, the pleasure I’m giving him, is by far one of the best sights in the world.
His body trembles as I swallow the ropes of hot, salty cum with every spurt. I try to take it all. But there’s a lot. So much it’s fucking sexy.
When his balls are empty and he gives me the last of his release, he slumps against the door, his breathing heavy as he comes down from his climax.
Slowly, I pull back, keeping the suction around his shaft going and making sure I don’t miss a drop of his tasty release. He shudders, most likely overly sensitive from his orgasm.
Getting to my feet, I tower over Levi, proud to be the one to give him that blissed-out look on his handsome face.
His glasses have slipped down his nose. Smirking, I use my finger to push them up. His eyes flutter open, those hazel eyes blazing with something I don’t quite understand, but it’s another shot to the heart, that’s for sure.
“Mhhm,” I hum, a satisfied smirk firmly on my lips. “I think I lied.” I wipe the corner of my mouth, gathering some of Levi’s cum that slipped out, and suck it into my mouth. “This is my new favorite flavor."
He stares up at me with his dazed, sated eyes, lips parted in awe. If he’s not careful, he’s going to give me some hero complex.
“How are you feeling?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything, just continues to stare at me as his chest heaves.
“Good,” he whispers.
“Only good?” I tease, giving him a playful smile. “I don’t know, babe. From the sounds I was pulling from you, I’d say you feel a little more than good.”
Levi’s cheeks go bright red. “It was amazing. Thank you.”
“Anytime,” I chuckle, leaning in for a kiss. Despite the fact that my mouth has the remnants of his cum, he lets me kiss him. It’s dirty and hot, going right to my cock. “And I mean that, Levi. That's the point of being friends with benefits. If you need a release, just call me.”
“Yeah?” he asks like he doesn’t believe me.
“Yes.” My eyes flick between his, letting him know I’m serious.
“You too,” he replies. “I mean, if you know... you want... sex or whatever.” He’s so awkward it’s cute.
His eyes widen, dropping to my cock that's still firmly pressed against my dress pants. “Shit. You. I didn’t even think.. I’m sorry,” he goes to drop to his knees, but I stop him.
“But...” he trails off, looking at me with worry clouding his eyes.
“As much as I’d love to have your hand on my cock, or my cock down your throat right now—and trust me, I could kill a man to get that chance—this here, tonight, was about you.
I wanted to make you feel good. To show you that you deserve to have your needs met.
It’s not always about what your partner needs. ”
His eyes grow glassy, and fuck, I just want to wrap him up in my arms and spoil the fuck out of him.
Yeah, I will definitely be finding Brogan and kicking his ass.
“What if I want to?” he whispers.
I don’t get the chance to answer him when someone walks into the room.
“Oh.” Mrs. Darwood’s shocked expression takes us in. “I didn’t know you two were in here.” She looks between the two of us before smiling. “Well then,” she laughs. “Carry on. Don’t mind me.” She pulls the door shut.
I turn my surprised eyes over to Levi and try not to laugh at his horrified expression.
“Please tell me my mother did not just walk in on us after you just had my dick in your mouth.”
“Relax,” I laugh. “We were done, and it’s put away.” I look down and bite my lip. “Or not.”
“Fuck!” Levi’s eyes snap down to where his dress shirt just barely covers his spent cock. He quickly rushes to tuck himself into his pants.
“Come on,” I chuckle. “Let’s get out of here.”
“But what about you?” he asks, but I can tell the mood was killed by his mother walking in on us. For him. Not for me. I couldn’t give a shit about who watches me; nothing could douse the need for this man.
“It’s okay. She kinda killed my mood.” I lie. My cock is still very much hard.
“Sorry.” He looks genuinely guilty.
“Don’t be,” I assure him, leaning in for a soft kiss. “You can make it up to me next time.” I wink.
“Next time,” he whispers, more to himself, like he can’t believe there’s going to be a next time.
There will be a next time. And a time after that. And a time after that. I’m damn sure of it.
My obsession with Levi Darwood has taken on a whole new level. He’s in my bones now, taking root in not only my heart, but my fucking soul.
This man is mine. He just doesn’t know it yet.