Chapter 34
CHAPTER 34
L evi
Relief floods through me as I see Mac pull up outside the house. I’ve been in a state of anxious tension for the last two days, ever since I saw him outside the station. I’ve snapped at customers, which Darla has pulled me up about, and I’ve not been able to focus on my studies. I didn’t know when he’d be back, or even if he would.
The words “I’m sorry” die on my lips as I open the door to him and see the anguish in his face. My stomach drops; it’s worse than I thought.
He walks past me and into the kitchen so I trail along behind. He starts pacing nervously.
I try again.
“I’m sorry.” He stops in his tracks and whirls around. He takes two strides until he’s right in front of me.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” His voice is soft, belying the tension in his body and the bleak look on his face. “I started this. I knew exactly what I was doing.”
He gives me the saddest smile I’ve ever seen. “I knew it was wrong but I wanted you anyway.”
The heavy dread in my core extends its branches and takes root.
“Have we been found out?” I whisper and he closes his eyes for a brief moment.
“No. But I said something I shouldn’t have and it was a close call. I’m not sure Shari really believes me. If it was anyone else they would’ve pressed harder, and I can’t let that happen. Not ever.”
His words sink in, sounding so final that my knees begin to buckle. The table is right behind me so I hoist myself up to sit on it. It feels like the bottom has dropped out of my world.
“So what now?” I force the words out past the knot in my throat.
“We have to stop this.”
His words slice through me, hurt bleeding into my bones and distorting reason. I’m finally getting my life on track. I have my studies, and I’ve found someone I like who for some unknown reason seems to like me too. I want to grab that opportunity with both hands, but the cruel universe doesn’t seem to be able to let me be. Every time I try to raise myself up it wants to kick me down. My blood turns white hot in my veins, anger fuelling me as I jump off the table, the need to release that anger taking over.
Arms catch me and I struggle against them, trying to hit out, but they hold me tight.
“Levi. Levi.” The sound of my own name reaches me and I stop. Mac is so close I can feel his breath on my cheek.
“How can you be so calm?” I almost shout.
Unless . . .
Unless . . .
I don’t mean that much to him.
My shoulders slump and I turn my head away. The intense heat of my anger cools to stone, cold and unyielding. He mutters under his breath but I don’t hear what he says.
He releases me and I lean against the table for support. His warm hand cups my jaw and brings my face back to him, and I allow it but keep my eyes lowered. I don’t want to see the rejection in his eyes.
“Levi, look at me.” I shake my head a little. I can’t bear it. I feel too raw, too exposed. I’ve given a part of myself away and I don’t want to see it being thrown back in my face.
‘Please, Levi.” The ache in his voice that matches my own causes me to look at him.
“It won’t be for long.”
I don’t understand, and he must see the confusion in my face.
“We don’t have to stop seeing each other for long. Just until after the trial.”
His words sink in.
“I thought you meant it was over. That you didn’t want me.”
His face hardens slightly at my words but his warm brown eyes are soft.
“I’ve never wanted anyone more, Levi. But I’m asking you to wait. It’s just for a few weeks, can you wait that long?”
Relief and longing course through me all at once.
I’m not able to speak, unable to say the words. I’d wait forever . But I don’t need to as he folds me into his arms and pulls me into a hug that crushes my breath away.
“We might not have much time, but I want to imprint every part of you on my memory until I get the chance to hold you again,” he whispers into my hair, which sends a shiver down my spine.
He releases me and I follow him up the stairs to my room, and once inside he pulls me close and covers my lips with his. I melt into him.
“I want to undress you,” he says, breaking off the kiss. “Slowly. So I can kiss every inch of you.”
My breath hitches as his mouth moves along my jaw and he kisses down my throat. He eases my T-shirt over my head, and gives me a smile as he casts his eyes over my chest. He picks up my hand and presses his lips to my fingertips, to my palm, and then my wrist. He nips at the base of my thumb and I hiss, the slight pain heightening my arousal. I feel him smile against my skin as if he’s discovered a secret, and he works his way over the snake tattoo that winds its way around my arm and up to my shoulder. He repeats the process on my other hand and arm, pausing when he feels the uneven skin of one of my scars on the inside of my forearm.
“Tell me,” he says quietly, and I briefly tell him of the knife fight. My first, and the one which landed me in juvie. It was defensive but no one wanted to know that; I already had a reputation. I try to pull my arm away, embarrassed of my scars, but he holds on to my hand.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want you to see them, to see what sort of person I was?”
“They’re a part of you. They make you who you are. Don’t hide them, accept them as part of the journey, of you being the incredible guy you are, Levi.”
He pulls my arm back towards him and traces the scar with his tongue. The frayed nerves beneath my skin light up and I shudder, my cock straining hard against my jeans. I watch as he does it again. I never knew a scar could be so erotic, but Mac makes it so, and I reach up wanting to touch him, run my fingers through his hair. He stops abruptly.
“No touching. Not me, not you, not anything until I say you can. Have you got that?” he growls in a low and husky voice that heats up my core.
“Yes,” I say, complying for now.
He resumes working his way up my arm to my shoulder. He kisses into the base of my neck and I instinctively tip my head to allow him access to my neck. His low growl of approval travels straight down my spine and my cock twitches.
“Is it getting tight in there, kitten?” he whispers, placing his hand on the swell in my jeans. I groan at the touch and push against him.
He chuckles lightly and sinks onto his knees in front of me, his hands already unbuttoning my trousers and pulling them down so I can step out of them. I gasp at the sudden relief as he releases my cock.
“Beautiful,” he breathes, before he sucks the head into his mouth. His tongue works over the tip and I have no control over my hips as they thrust forward. He takes all of me and holds me there for a minute before bobbing up and down.
“Jesus, fuck.” It’s too much and I’m going to come, but he doesn’t stop, just keeps up the perfect amount of pressure, swirling his tongue around the head. His hands knead my arse, pulling me deeper into his mouth, and I try to hold off, tensing with the effort. His fingers brush down my crease, grazing over my hole, and it’s enough to send me over the edge. With a cry I shoot cum down his throat. Only when I’ve stopped does he release me from my mouth.
He rises and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
His words spoken in a reverent whisper have me almost half hard again already.
I ignore his previous instructions and grab the back of his neck, mashing my mouth against his, wanting to taste myself on him. Wanting to be closer, wanting all of him. He allows it for roughly five seconds before he picks me up and throws me down onto the bed.
He looks down at me and raises an eyebrow, though the curve of his lips betray his sternness. He quickly strips off his clothes and stands at the end of the bed.
“What did I tell you?” he asks.
“I’m not the obedient type.”
His eyes darken, like molten chocolate, and he gives me a lustful smile as he kneels on the bed, crawling up to cover my body with his.
“No you’re not, you’re my type.”
He leans down and flicks my nipple with his tongue, and I let out a low moan when he takes it in his teeth and tugs, the sharpness pulling another moan from me as my cock jumps, connecting with his. He kisses and sucks across my chest to my other nipple, working his tongue and teeth over it while grinding his hips down, creating friction with his cock sliding against mine.
I feel the sudden loss as he sits back.
“Turn over,” he says, and I do as he asks. I can’t help but give him a slight smirk, and he rolls his eyes while mock growling at me.
He runs his hands lightly down my back, and I can tell from where they are that he’s following the pattern of my tattoos. Arousal makes my skin sensitive and I shiver deliciously as he makes his way down my body. He bends over and kisses and nips my arse, his fingers part my cheeks, and he licks down my crease.
“Fuck!” I say into the pillows as his tongue traces round my hole. I want more and I lift my hips, pushing back. For that, I receive a bite just above my pucker, but it’s quickly replaced by his warm tongue—a sweet caress over the sting. I crave more of it and push again. This time he doesn’t bite me but probes with his tongue, flicking it in and out, and I move my hips further, wanting him deeper. The warm wetness disappears, and I must have whimpered as he shushes me, a hand soothing my lower back. A finger, slightly cool with lube, replaces his tongue and I sigh with relief.
“More,” I beg and he works quickly, adding a second and third finger. I moan over and over with each thrust of his fingers.
“I love the sounds you make.” His voice is close to my ear. “Especially when I do this.” He gives his fingers a twist, hitting my bundle of nerves, and I become incoherent, starting to lose my grip on reality.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispers. Oh god, yes. I nod, speech seemingly too much right now. His fingers withdraw and I lie there, my hole clenching round nothing, but I’m unable to move. I hear him tear open a condom packet.
I can’t do anything to help when he flips me over onto my back, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“I want to watch you,” he says and pushes my knees up. I feel him line up with my hole. He eases in slowly, too slowly, and I beg him to go faster.
“Yes!” I gasp as he bottoms out. The feeling of being so full is wonderful and I smile at him as he rolls his hips. He starts off gently, but it gets stronger and I love it. I’m not going to see him for several weeks, so I need this. I wrap my legs around his waist as he pounds me into the mattress, and his pace becomes more urgent, his face almost animalistic. His eyes flash with golden sparks. I lift my hips higher and he hits my prostate. I arch off the bed.
‘I’m going to come, Mac,” I pant and he grins, leaning down to kiss my shoulder. He nips slightly and I hiss, my hips bucking, and he clamps his teeth into the space between my neck and shoulder. Sharpness explodes in me and I come, the pain heightening my orgasm. Mac keeps up his rhythm, and with a deep groan he comes a few seconds later.
He looks down at me, sweat dripping off him, a tender smile etched on his face. I reach up to touch where he’s marked me. It feels sensitive but the pain has gone.
“Something to remember me by for the next few weeks. So you know you’re mine.”
“I’ll always be yours,” I whisper.