Chapter 49 Levi #4
He keeps stroking, circling the rim without touching it, spreading me wider. My hips push back into his hands, chasing the contact. The muscles in my ass flex and release under his palms. I can feel how ready I am, how the simple denial is winding me tighter than anything else could.
“Dante,” I say again, almost breaking. “I need — please. Touch me. Inside. I can’t—”
Only then does he let one fingertip graze the very edge of my hole, the briefest brush, and I gasp. He pulls away immediately, leaves me open and aching, and reaches for the lube on the nightstand.
He warms the cool gel between his fingers first, rubbing them together until the slick is warmer, thinner.
Then his mouth comes down over my cock, takes me deep in one long slide, and while I’m lost in that delicious heat I feel the first careful press of one fingertip against my hole.
He doesn’t push yet. He just holds it there, circling slow, spreading the slick, letting me feel the pressure without the stretch.
“Easy, baby. I’ve got you.” He keeps sucking my cock in long, slow pulls, tongue dragging the underside, giving me something good to focus on while the finger waits.
“You’re doing good. Just relax this muscle right here.
Push out a little for me. Like you’re trying to let me in. That’s it. Feel how it opens?”
I do. The burn eases as I push, and his finger sinks deeper.
First knuckle, then the second, until it’s seated all the way inside me.
The fullness is intense. I can feel the slight curve of his finger, the way my body has to stretch around it.
Heat spreads from that single point of contact, climbing my spine, settling low in my gut.
“There we go,” he murmurs, pulling off my cock just long enough to speak against the wet head.
“You’re taking it so well. Stay with me.
Keep breathing.” He starts to move it. Tiny, careful thrusts, in and out, never all the way out, just enough to teach my hole the rhythm.
Every time he presses in, the stretch flares and then melts into something warmer.
“Feel that? That’s me inside you. Only me.
No one else gets this. Just breathe and let it feel good. ”
The sensation builds in waves. At first, it’s all stretch and pressure, the strange awareness of being opened.
Then the burn softens and something else takes its place.
A deep, rolling ache that isn’t pain at all.
When he curls the finger slightly, I feel it drag across a place inside me that makes my cock jump hard against his tongue and my hips try to lift off the bed.
He presses there again, and the pleasure is so sharp and sudden I cry out.
He moves off my cock with a loud pop. “That’s the spot that lights you up from the inside. Don’t move. You don’t have to do a single thing.”
He goes back down on me, sucking deep and steady, and the finger inside me starts a slow, patient rhythm — in, curl, press, withdraw almost to the tip, then in again.
Every press against that spot sends a thick pulse of heat through my cock and up into my stomach.
My balls draw tighter. My hole keeps fluttering around his finger like it can’t decide whether to push him out or pull him deeper.
“You’re getting softer around me,” he says between sucks.
“That’s what I want. Keep relaxing. Let your body open for me.
” He adds a little more lube, the cool gel warming instantly against my skin, and the glide becomes easier.
The stretch is still there but it’s sweeter now, a constant low burn that feeds the pleasure instead of fighting it.
When he eases a second finger in beside the first the pressure doubles.
My hole stretches wider, the burn sharper for a few long seconds.
I can’t stop the low, broken sound that leaves my throat.
Dante doesn’t rush. He holds both fingers still, just the tips inside, while his mouth takes my cock in slow, filthy pulls and his other hand strokes the base.
“Breathe through it,” he tells me after a few moments. “Two fingers now. That’s all. No more. Just let them in. Push out again for me. There you go. Feel how easy they slide in that way? I’ve got all night to work you open.”
The second finger seats fully. The fullness is bigger, heavier, a deep stretch that makes me feel split open in the best way.
It’s intense. Not going to lie. He starts to scissor them gently, stretching me further while sucking me again, then curls both against that same spot and the pleasure turns electric.
My cock throbs hard in his mouth. Precum spills over his tongue and he swallows around me, humming like he loves the taste.
“You’re so tight and hot inside,” he murmurs, pulling off just enough to speak against the head while his fingers keep moving. “I can feel you clenching every time I press in there. Stay open for me. You’re perfect like this.”
He fucks me with those two fingers in a steady, unhurried rhythm.
Deep, curling strokes that drag over that spot on every pass, while his mouth sucks my cock.
The dual sensation is overwhelming. Heat coils low and tight.
My hole is stretched around his fingers, every thrust sending another thick pulse of pleasure through my cock and balls.
I can feel how open I am, how easily his fingers move now, how my body has started to push back to meet them.
“That’s it, Levi,” he says, low and rough against my wet cock.
“You have no idea how bad I want you. I want it so much it hurts. I want to fuck my cock into you and stay there until you forget every other man who ever touched you anywhere. But I’m not going to tonight.
Not until you’re ready. You’re worth every single second of waiting. ”
His fingers curl hard against that spot and I choke on a moan. “I’m ready,” I tell him. “Fuck me now. I can take it.”
“No, baby. Not yet. Not tonight. We’ll work up to that.”
He leans down and takes my cock back into his mouth, sucking deep while his fingers keep opening me up. The sensation crashes over me again — fullness, stretch, the constant drag over that place inside me, the wet heat of his throat.
When it finally crests, my cock pulses hard against his tongue, spilling into his mouth while his fingers keep at that spot inside me, milking every last drop.
He eases me down off it slow, still sucking softly until I’m too sensitive, then pulls off and the second I’m loose and shaking he’s up alongside me, gathering me in, my face tucked in against his throat.
“Don’t move,” he says into my hair.
He goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm, wet cloth, and he cleans me up himself.
My cock, my balls, the slick between my ass cheeks.
The mess, all of it, wiped away as one more piece of the taking-care.
On the tour bus, I cleaned myself up alone in a rocking little bathroom with the door locked, got dressed, and went back out to my seat.
Here he does it for me without one word about it, and pulls the sheet up over the both of us after.
Then he settles in at my back, my spine against his chest, his still-hard cock tucked against the curve of my ass, and just holds on to me.
I keep waiting for the arm to lift. He stays wrapped the length of me, his mouth at the back of my neck, his hand flat and warm over my heart like he’s counting it down easy.
“You still with me?” he says against my shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“How do you feel? Are you sore?”
“Wrung out,” I tell him. It’s the truth. “Good, though. Real good.”
I feel him smile against the back of my neck. “That’s the word I was after.”
I roll over in the circle of his arms until we’re face to face. His cock slides against my hip, hot and insistent. I don’t ask. I push him onto his back and climb between his legs.
He watches me. I take him in my hand first, stroke him once, and watch the way his stomach tightens.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this again all day,” I say. “I want to be good for you too.” Then I lean down and take him into my mouth.
“You’re already better than good,” he says on a half-moan.
He’s already leaking, the taste of him sharp and clean on my tongue. I hum around the head and sink lower, until my lips meet my fist. When I pull back, I keep talking, the words wet against his skin.
“Fuck, Dante. I love the way you taste. Can’t get enough of it.” I lick a long stripe up the underside, chasing the taste. “Could live on this. The way you’re leaking for me.” I take him deep again, sucking hard, taking him in long, wet pulls. “Your taste is fucking addictive.”
His hand slides into my hair. I keep going, talking between strokes.
“Love how heavy you get on my tongue. Love how you twitch when I do this—” I hollow my cheeks and drag up slowly, then sink back down until he hits the back of my throat.
“Could stay right here all night. Just like this. Sucking you until you forget every other thing that happened today.”
He’s fully hard, pulsing against my tongue. I keep on him with mouth and hand until his thighs start to shake, until the sounds coming out of him are pure need. Knowing how controlled Dante always is, it lights me up hearing him come undone because of me.
When he finally comes, I stay on him through every pulse, swallowing everything he gives me, not wasting one drop of it. Only then do I crawl back up his body and drop my forehead to his shoulder.
His arms tighten around me. “Now I’ve got you right where I want you,” he says.