25. Spun a Tapestry
SPUN A TAPESTRY
LEV
“ G o on, Blakely. Show me how sorry I should be.”
As Asher’s eyes darkened, he scooted to the edge of the table, and steered his cock into Lev’s open mouth.
“Mm.” Lev’s tastebuds exploded with the delectable taste of the one man on earth he unequivocally, irreligiously knew had been created for him. He sealed his lips around Asher’s tip and swiped at his slit, wanting more.
“Jesus, Lev.” Asher stroked Lev’s hair like one would a dog. “But I don’t want to come yet.” With a sharp tug to Lev’s scalp, Asher hauled him off of his cock.
Lev sat back on his haunches and looked up the length of Asher’s body, at all the art hung on his toned chest and abs. Afraid he’d get off on the sight alone, he pressed the heel of his hand against the base of his dick.
Asher smeared Lev’s lips with more precum, then pulled back and patted Lev’s cheek. “Take off your clothes.”
“Yes, sir.” Lev pulled off his jumper and shirt. He loved seeing Asher take back his power.
“Why does it sound so much hotter when you say it?”
“Must be the accent.”
“And your pants.”
Lev laughed. “One day, I’m going to teach you the difference between American and English pants.” He dropped his trousers and pants with little fanfare, leaving them pooling around his knees.
Asher’s covetous gaze raked over him.
The longer Asher looked, the more Lev’s cheeks burned.
He knew he was in good shape, but he was so much older than the men Asher had likely dated. Gray hair intermingled with his ginger bush. His bollocks had always been bigger, but did they sag? Oh, come off it! Of course they sagged. All bollocks did. Still, what if he disappointed the lad?
“You’re staring, Blakely.” He’d kept his tone light but inside he was spiraling. “Do you find me lacking?”
Asher’s gaze bounced to him. “No! You’re better than my fantasies. It’s just…” He swallowed. “I knew you were big, but I didn’t know you were that big.”
Lev grinned as relief filled him. “Fret not, darling. I won’t put it into you until you’re good and ready.”
They’d have to work up to it. Lev couldn’t wait to stretch him with his fingers, adding one, and then another, and another, until Asher could take him. Fuck, it would be so hot.
“I think I can take you. I’ve had a bit of practice.”
Lev stifled a growl. “I hate the idea of anyone fucking you.”
Asher laughed. “You know dildos exist, right? I haven’t fucked anyone in months.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel any better? I haven’t fucked anyone in five years.”
Asher blinked. “What?”
“It doesn’t matter. Please forget what I said.”
Shame settled into his gut, the reminder of his agoraphobia rendering him impotent—figuratively, and literally as his erection flagged. He’d tried to leave Lichenmoor repeatedly, but he froze every time he reached the property line.
After a long pause, Asher nodded. “Okay.”
“Thank you. ”
Without segue, Asher patted Lev’s cheek, this time with the head of his cock. “Open your mouth and be a good hole.”
Fuck. Me. That was hot.
Asher guided his cock back to Lev’s mouth and smeared precum over his lips before sliding it in.
Lev hummed in satisfaction while his desperate hands explored, testing the weight of Asher’s bollocks with one hand, while the other traced a path down his cleft, stopping before he reached his hole, and lingering there, stroking his tailbone in small circles.
“Fuck, Lev.” Asher’s voice was raw as he dragged out the three letters of his name.
Lev sucked Asher’s cock like he was an alcoholic who’d fallen off the wagon into a bottle and wanted to drown, swallowing him down with a masochistic gusto that surely bruised the back of his mouth.
Tears and spit dripped down his face, but he made no move to clean himself.
He couldn’t look away. He wanted to memorize every single moment of Asher’s rapture. He needed to show him the remorse in his gaze. His regret.
Asher tangled Lev’s hair in his hands, holding him in place, and battered his way deep into Lev’s throat.
“Fuck,” Asher said on a thrust. “I love how strong you are.” Thrust. “How rough I can be.” Thrust. “How well you can take it.” Then he pulled out and tilted Lev’s chin up so fast he had whiplash. “I want to kiss you again.”
Lev gripped the edge of the table on either side of Asher, and stood, sliding his cock against Asher’s abs as he reached his full height.
Tangling their tongues, Lev hoisted Asher onto the table again and encircled their dicks with one hand, fucking his fist and jerking them both.
Glasses tipped and broke. Plates fell and shattered.
The great oak table groaned against stone with each thrust. The chairs on the opposite side fell backward.
Lev couldn’t care less. A king tide could swallow Lichenmoor Hall and drag it out to sea, and Lev would still chase his pleasure with Asher. Ecstasy coiled at the base of his spine. His balls lifted.
“Ash, I’m gonna come.” He couldn’t believe he’d lasted that long. Five years with no dick aside from his own.
“Me too.”
Asher hugged Lev to his chest and dragged his nails down his back. The pain, the thought of the marks Asher had likely left, the art all over his chest, the wonder of the warm, beautiful man in his hands who painted miracles, and somehow wanted him—all of it coalesced.
Gentlemen came last, so he stacked both of his hands, and surrounded Asher’s cock from root to tip. Asher’s back arched, and he came, a single word on his lips like a curse.
“Lev.”
And with one last almighty thrust, Lev’s pleasure crested too, and he barreled through his orgasm with a word of his own.
“Ash.”
Lev was breathless and spent, but he wasn’t sated. Not yet. He curled over Asher’s stomach and lapped their mixed come from the gutter of his abs and traced the lines of his tattoos with his tongue. Goosebumps erupted across Asher’s skin. His muscles tensed.
“That tickles.” Asher laughed and tried to shove Lev’s head away, writhing to free himself, dragging his sticky cock deliciously up and down Lev’s chest and stomach as he struggled.
“Hush. I’m almost finished.” Lev grazed Asher’s sensitive skin with his teeth. “Done.” He lifted his head and kissed Asher on the lips, sharing the spicy combination of them.
Asher moaned into his mouth, eager cock already hardening again.
“You’re insatiable.”
“Worried you can’t keep up?” Asher teased, grinning.
“Please, I’m forty, not seventy. Besides, my dick isn’t required to get you off.” Not when his mouth and hand were more than willing. “And I’m insatiable for you too.”
Lev kneeled again and laved Asher’s bollocks with long licks.
He sucked first one, and then the other into his mouth, and detoured to lick and nip at the lines where his thighs met his pelvis, before burying his nose in the curls at the base of his cock and inhaling.
He neglected Asher’s cock as it grew rigid and ruddy and bobbed with each heartbeat.
“You’re so mean,” Asher whined, his legs shaking.
“Am I?” Lev nipped the crest of his hipbone and sucked another hickey, then stood and tapped his arse. “Turn around and face the table.”
“Oh.” Asher eased down until his feet touched the floor.
“Good lad.” Lev bent him over the table until his chest was flat against it. “There we are.”
Asher looked over his shoulder with lust-glazed eyes and shifted his hips as if to emphasize his perfectly fuckable predicament.
“Don’t tempt me, Blakely.”
“What do you mean, don’t tempt you? You’re the one who bent me over a table.”
Lev looked up at the timber pitched beams to marshal his strength, and notched his cock between Asher’s cheeks, grateful he wasn’t hard enough to sink into him yet because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to resist.
“I need to taste you here.” Lev flattened his palms over Asher’s arse cheeks and lowered to his knees.
Asher’s breath hitched, and he lifted his arse like he wanted to be bred. So eager. Smirking to himself, Lev took a detour and licked a path to the twin dimples on his back.
His black-cat of a lad practically mewled his displeasure. “Lev, please.”
“You’re only ever this polite when we’re alone. Why can’t you be like this all the time? ”
“Fuck you.” Asher writhed, and squirmed, fighting for friction.
“Not today, I’m afraid. I don’t break my toys.”
Asher scoffed. “I’m not easily broken.”
“Such a greedy, impatient thing, already got off once and demanding seconds.” Lev parted Asher’s cheeks with his thumbs and ghosted his breath over his hole. “You’re so pretty here. Press your cheek to the table and let me take care of you.”
Goosebumps ignited across Asher’s skin as he did as he was told.
“Mm. Look how obedient you can be.” Lev kissed Asher’s tailbone and descended to his hole, sucking and licking as he devoured him, angling his head up and down and side to side, desperate to taste all of him, while somewhere above Asher spun a tapestry of filthy compliments.
“Fuck, Lev. You don’t know how much I’ve jacked off to this, how much I’ve wanted this, wanted you.”
With a muffled moan, Lev took Asher’s cock in his fist, and stroked him slowly while he fucked his tongue into his hole, ignoring the ache as his frenulum stretched and nearly tore.
Lev pulled back enough to press the pad of his finger to Asher’s entrance. “Ask me nicely.”
“No,” Asher snapped, ever the brat.
Lev removed his finger and mocked a frown. “That’s a shame. I’d hoped to get a preview of your tight hole sucking me in.”
“Okay, okay, okay,” Asher said in a rush. “Please put something inside of me, preferably your cock, but I’ll take whatever you’ll give me. Please.” He dragged the last word out.
Lev laughed. “If you insist…” Lev spat onto Asher’s hole and pushed inside, stopping at his first knuckle as Asher rose onto the tips of his toes.
“More. I need more.”
“Not yet.” Lev licked around Asher’s hole, drifting his finger in a lazy figure eight without removing it, easing him open enough to accept the widest part of his finger.
He advanced until he’d pushed past the second knuckle. Asher’s prostate was easy to find, already swollen with arousal and one orgasm under its belt. He massaged the spongy tissue, and Asher whimpered again.
“Fuck, Lev. Oh fuck. That’s too much. I can’t… I…” Asher’s teeth chattered. How cute. Lev couldn’t wait to see the tremors he’d elicit when he seated his cock inside of him.
Sweat darkened the roots of Asher’s hair. His eyes had closed, face contorted in painful nirvana, cheek as scarlet as if Lev had slapped him. Would the red ever fade, or would it stain forever? A scarlet letter telling everyone what they’d done, the pleasure Lev had wrought?
Hopefully.
Asher’s eyes found his. “I’m gonna…”
Lev’s stomach somersaulted in excitement. “Do it. Come again for me. I want to see you come with my finger in you. I want to feel you clench around me.”
Asher’s body tautened like a bowstring, and he cried out an indecently loud, prolonged moan that rivaled the force of the storm. Good. Let the others hear. Let all of Lichenmoor know. Blakely was his, and he’d defend him from any foe.
Asher’s muscles slackened, and were it not for the table, he’d have fallen to the floor. Lev removed his finger and curled his body over him, stretching to kiss his lax lips.
Asher laughed weakly. “Holy fucking fuck, Lev.”
“Now you know who you belong to, and that I belong to you too.”
But that’s not what he wanted to say. Instead of something trite and possessive, he’d wanted to confess that he already was addicted to him. One taste and he was gone.