Chapter 14 #3
“Okay, then.” Levi took his hand and they wandered down the hallway to Levi’s room. “One condition,” he said, stopping with his hand on the door.
“Anything,” Caleb agreed, not worrying about what the condition might be. He had Levi in his grasp again. He wasn’t letting go.
“No fucking with your boots on.” Levi pecked his cheek. “Not tonight.”
“‘Kay.” Caleb nodded, still lost in the aftermath of Levi’s kiss.
Inside, Levi led him to the bed and sat him down before kneeling on the floor at his feet.
“What are you doing?”
“Boots,” Levi informed him. “They’re coming off first. Just so there’s no thinking I didn’t mean it.”
“Oh.” Caleb watched as Levi’s limber fingers worked the buckles open and the laces loose. He was just gripping the heel of the first boot when Caleb slammed his foot on the floor. “Wait!”
“What?” Levi eyed him suspiciously.
“What if my feet stink? I’ve been wearing these for hours…”
“Oh my God. Seriously?” Yanking Caleb’s foot off the floor, Levi hauled the boot free and threw it across the room.
“ That is more girly than the skirt, Cally.” He hauled off the other boot as well, and it joined its mate, crumpled on the welcome mat against the door.
“Now.” He rose up to kneel between Caleb’s legs, arms resting on the mattress, hands lightly cupping Caleb’s ass.
“Much as I love how you look in this skirt, it’s coming off. ”
“Calling the shots now, are you?” Caleb asked, attention riveted on the pale blue of Levi’s intense gaze.
“Yes.” Levi didn’t crack a smile, didn’t look away. His fingers tightened where they touched Caleb. “In fact, this is going to be different tonight. My turn. You okay with that?”
Different how? Caleb didn’t dare wonder. He had an idea, but he wasn’t sure he could say yes just yet. He didn’t dare say no. He didn’t want that, either. Instead, he offered a tentative. “Maybe.”
“You trust me?”
“Yes.” He didn’t have a moment of doubt about that. Not anymore.
“Then let me take care of you. You don’t have to be in control of this. I know it’s not what you’re used to, but this is going to be okay. I promise.”
“Okay.”
“Good.” Levi sat back on his heels and his hands drifted from Caleb’s ass to the tops of his thighs, then slid under his skirt.
Caleb closed his eyes, feeling a tremble start in his lower back and spread fast until he was shaking slightly as Levi’s hands moved over his body.
“Scared?” Levi asked quietly.
“I think so,” Caleb answered honestly. “I don’t know why.”
Levi moved his skirt up to reveal the soft lace covering hard cock, and lightly caressed the delicately wrapped package with his thumbs. “I’m not going to hurt you. You know that.”
Caleb nodded. “I know.”
“But tonight is going to be different. You’ll see.” He leaned in close, lowering his face and rubbing his cheek, then his lips in Caleb’s crotch. “I’ll show you. It’ll be good.”
His lips spread small doses of tingling heat as he spoke and Caleb’s shivering intensified.
Levi wrapped his lips around Caleb’s encased cock.
Caleb groaned and lifted a hand to run it through the short blond locks tickling his thighs. “What are we going to do?” he asked, letting his eyes drift closed as Levi nuzzled.
“I’m going to love you.”
The trembling dug deeper, nestling into a steady vibration in Caleb’s gut. Yes was on the tip of his tongue, on his lips. His hand shook in Levi’s hair. Yes was right there, bursting to come out.
“Lie back,” Levi instructed, lifting his head and fixing that intense stare on Caleb again.
With a soft sigh, Caleb gave in and rolled down onto his back, spread his legs a little wider as Levi’s fingers at last slid under the lace and touched skin.
“Lift.” Levi tugged gently at the delicate material and Caleb lifted his hips so he could whisk the garment away.
His cock sprang free and Levi moved his skirt again, keeping it out of the way of the sticky drops slicking the very tip of Caleb’s cock. Caleb drew a leg out of the underwear and gasped when Levi grabbed at his lifted ankle, pushing the foot up onto the bed.
“There you go.” Levi’s hand smoothed up his leg and back down his thigh. “Leave that there.” He continued, stroking between Caleb’s legs, tracing over his cock and balls and moving further, fingers playing gently over his hole.
He clenched. Every muscle in his body went stiff.
“Easy.” Again, Levi leaned in.
Caleb could feel his warm breath on his privates.
“Relax.” His breath became a focused, light blowing over his hole.
Caleb moaned, trying to concentrate on loosening his body and letting the tension flow out of his muscles and into Levi’s hands to disappear in a wave of sweet shivers.
Soft kisses, quick, slippery licks of his darting tongue, and the firm grasp of his hands soon had Caleb more than relaxed.
He was shifting, cocking his hips, searching for just the right touch, just the right placement of mouth and tongue and hands.
When Levi once again played near his entrance, dropping a bit of spit onto his hole, he didn’t tense up.
When Levi’s tongue followed, he groaned.
“Lev?”
“Yeah?” Levi moved his mouth off Caleb’s body, making Caleb shiver for real.
“Don’t stop,” he begged.
Levi grunted and leaned in again, licking firmly over Caleb’s entrance, pushing tongue and spit into his body.
“Oh Jesus,” he whispered as Levi worked him open, quickly following the spearing of his tongue with a gentle finger. He was really letting Levi take control. He whimpered, sounds he was making filling the spaces between Caleb’s uncertainty and his wish to give Levi everything he wanted.
“I don’t know how this goes.” Caleb struggled up onto his elbows to look at his lover.
“Because you’ve never stopped long enough to let me drive.”
“I should know what happens next…” Caleb studied Levi’s face, so soft now, open and waiting for something, only Caleb didn’t know what.
“You do know. You just have to get there.” One hand still hovered by Caleb’s entrance, finger massaging small circles over his pucker, while he reached under the pillow for lube with the other. “Have you never been on this end of things before?”
Caleb shook his head. “Couldn’t, could I? And give guys the idea I was soft? Easy prey…?”
“I don’t think that. I know you. Not soft at all. Just the right amount of hard and tender. I know what I’m doing, Cally. Trust me?”
“Yeah.” With a sigh, Caleb lay back down. “Yeah, I trust you. The lace and the garters and all that shit’s only for you. This”—he shifted, lifting his hips and titling them into Levi’s touch—“only for you.”
The first deep penetration of Levi’s finger was agonisingly slow and careful, and felt odd, but not painful.
Levi was generous in his other attentions, as well, so when a second finger joined the first, the stretch was a weird and exciting mix of right and hurt and completely consuming.
Caleb shook uncontrollably, but not from fear.
The sheer thrill of knowing he was at last letting someone else take the lead—take anything, everything, him—had Caleb gripping the sheets, unable to think beyond the anticipation of Levi’s next touch.
The weight of Levi’s body changing position, climbing up to lay over him, stilled some of the tremors and made Caleb groan with happiness to feel that warmth again.
“How does that feel?” Levi asked, crooking his fingers inside Caleb and whispering a series of kisses over his cheek and neck
“Mm…” Caleb shook his head against the covers. “Don’t… can’t…” He just didn’t have the right words—any words—to explain.
“Ready for more?” Levi asked, not slowing along the path down which he was leading Caleb.
“Yeah,” Caleb managed, blinking his eyes open to find Levi’s face close, within kissing distance. “Please.”
“Anything for you.” Levi took his lips in a masterful kiss that was almost enough to distract him from the sensation below of too much, then Levi’s other hand was stroking over the rest of his body, working him into a writhing mess of need, unsure where to wiggle and unsure what to want beyond everything.
It came as a surprise to realise he was rolling his hips, shoving himself onto Levi’s fingers, trying to take the digits further, deeper, knowing there was more to what his lover was doing than he would ever get from just this.
And then Levi was moving away from him, standing up and looking down on him—that soft, tender expression edged by something sharper, greedier—and Caleb’s blood heated and furled up into his face, setting him on fire.
“What?”
“You.” Levi pushed his pants down and kicked them away so he could stroke his own cock as he gazed down at Caleb. “Just look at you.”
He couldn’t, of course, but Caleb knew he must look a mess, with his jacket spread open and his skirt rucked up around his waist, his legs spread. Maybe it should have been embarrassing, but he couldn’t find it in him to care when Levi was looking at him like that, naked lust in his expression.
“What now?” Caleb asked.
Levi smile and picked up the slick. “Hold out your hand.”
Before he could question why or change his mind, or get himself too concerned about how it was going to pan out, Caleb lifted his arm and held his hand, palm up for Levi to squirt the contents of the tube onto his fingers.
Levi tossed the tube aside, took Caleb’s hand by the wrist and guided it to his cock. “Get me good and juicy, Cally.”
“It’s going to hurt…” Caleb wrapped his slick fingers around Levi.
“Probably a bit, yeah.” Levi rocked into Caleb’s slow strokes. “But not for the whole time. Trust me.”
Caleb tightened his grip and stroked faster.
For a few minutes, Levi gave him this control, tipping his head back and rocking back and forth to augment the motion of Caleb’s hand.
Low, throaty moans spilled out of Levi’s mouth and cascaded over Caleb, giving him a sense of comfort that he could still make those sounds come out of his lover.
He slipped his thumb over the tip of Levi’s erection and pumped harder.