33. Feel You Everywhere
FEEL YOU EVERYWHERE
LEV
“ I told you I couldn’t sleep, so I got myself ready for you.”
All cogent thought fled Lev. He toppled Asher off of him and flipped him onto his back, then pushed his knees to his chest. Lev had to see, and there it was—a plug nestled inside his arse.
Lev stared, transfixed by the way Asher’s sexy hole stretched around the toy, then looked up. “What a slutty, needy hole you have.”
Asher bit his bottom lip and nodded.
The thought of Asher prepping for him in the bathroom, of him playing with his hole next door, all while Lev slept none the wiser, was so filthy he was about to burst.
Asher wanted this. He’d planned for this.
With the age gap and teetering power dynamics they were still trying to balance, Lev had wanted to wait, but Lev was…
Well, he was no hero. And Asher had given him tangible proof of consent, of premeditation.
This wasn’t a rash choice made in a haze of lust or an attempt to please the man who held his future in his hands.
Lev stroked his beard. “I don’t recall rescuing this from the ocean. ”
Asher blushed, demurring his gaze. “I forgot it underneath the bathroom sink the night I tried to leave.”
“Thank God.” Lev held the back of his hand to his forehead like he’d nearly fainted with relief, and teased, “I feared you’d borrowed it from Theo.”
“No more joking,” Asher said, breathy and impatient. “I need you.”
Lev swallowed hard and sat back on his knees, so enthralled by Asher’s confession. “I’m here, baby. What do you need?”
Asher gazed down at his chest, face flushed. “Can I… Can I suck your dick while you check that I’m ready?”
Gooseflesh prickled across Lev’s body at the suggestion. “Of course.”
Lev wrinkled his nose. What kind of man replied so stiffly to an offer to blow him?
But Asher didn’t seem to care, which Lev appreciated because Asher had far more recent sexual experience and Lev was developing a touch of performance anxiety.
“Be a good lad and lay on your side, hm?”
“Okay,” Asher said, voice a touch shaky, like he was a little nervous too.
Once they’d positioned themselves in a sideways sixty-nine, Lev opened Asher’s knees like a book.
Asher clutched Lev’s hips and pulled him closer, then the warm, wet ecstasy of his mouth enveloped him with hungry impatience, tongue tracing his crown and exploring his foreskin, toying with it like he hadn’t sucked an uncut dick before.
“That’s perfect,” Lev praised. “Yes. Like that.”
Blinking back sunspots of pleasure, Lev lapped up the precum leaking from Asher’s slit, gripped the base of the plug, and pulled back only enough to tease him, hoping to take his time.
Asher moaned around Lev’s cock .
“Fuck, Ash. That feels so good. Make all the noise you need to so I know how much you love sucking me.”
Asher hummed his acknowledgement like the perfect lad he was.
Lev’d had his fair share of excellent head, but there was something to be said about being sucked off by a man so fanatically obsessed. The sheer enthusiasm…
The perfect student, the perfect man for him.
Lev wished he could see Asher’s face. He wanted to watch Asher swallow him. Did his lips strain to fit all of Lev inside or was that luscious mouth, so rarely widened in a smile, big enough for him?
“How long have you wanted this, Blakely?” How long had he wished the toy was Lev?
Asher didn’t answer, focused on his task, too intent to prove his worth, as if Lev had ever needed that, as if Lev hadn’t been wrapped around Asher’s finger all along.
It was Lev who needed to prove himself, Lev who needed to show Asher that every man he’d ever fucked had all been a prelude to being fucked by him. What if Lev failed to measure up? What if he failed to please him?
Asher sucked hard and jerked Lev faster. If he didn’t get inside him soon, he wouldn’t make it, and Asher would never let him live it down. He wasn’t playing fair though, attacking Lev with the temptation of his plugged arse and oral sex.
Lev took the base of the plug in hand and twisted side-to-side, slowly, pulling the plug out as far as he dared before pushing it back in, careful not to force the flange. Asher’s moan was so deep and guttural and long it ricocheted through Lev’s cock.
Asher’s mouth went lax around Lev’s cock, all his muscles tensed.
Lev removed his hand. A distant voice reminded him that if Asher came, he might be one of the many men he’d fucked who were hypersensitive after getting off, but a louder voice in Lev’s head volunteered to forfeit penetrative sex for the chance to scoop up Asher’s come and fuck it back into him with his fingers, plug him tight, and tease him for hours before finally fucking him.
Cold air on Lev’s cock was like ice water dumped over his head as Asher spat out his dick and wriggled out of the pretzel they’d made of their bodies and onto his back.
“Did I hurt you?” Lev asked, heart sinking as he sat up.
“No.” Spit shimmered on Asher’s swollen lips. “I need you inside me. Now.”
“Christ, Blakely.”
Lev crawled up his body, hard dick swaying heavily between his legs, and kissed Asher, licking inside his mouth. He wanted to take Asher like this, close and intimate, splayed out beneath him as he kissed him.
“Please tell me you packed a rubber? You strike me as the plan-ahead sort of lad.”
“I did, but…” Asher pinched his lip. “But I got tested. I’m good. And you haven’t had sex in… Fuck. Five years is a long time.”
“Yes, Blakely, I’m well aware of my tragic celibacy, and would rather not delay it further. I’m negative too.”
Lev gripped Asher’s ankles loosely, then pushed his feet toward his arse, and butterflied his legs open.
“Still, I could go get a condom?” Asher joked.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
Dimples flashed on Asher’s cheeks. “I like this side of you.”
He squeezed Lev’s arse and guided his hips into a rolling rhythm, sliding their cocks parallel, teasing Lev into a frenzy.
“Hop off,” Asher said. “I want to ride you, at least at first.”
Lev would fuck Asher upside down, underwater while singing the American anthem if that’s what Asher needed. Asher’s submissive tendencies didn’t weaken him. Lev surrendered all his power to him. He was Asher’s to command.
But as he traded spaces with Asher and leaned against the headboard, he tried not to think too long about why Asher had suggested the position change.
Was it because he wanted to control his descent down Lev’s thick cock, or because he needed control to feel safe?
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Asher murmured, thick lashes dancing as he drank in Lev’s body.
“Nor can I. Are you sure you want to do this?”
Asher’s tattoos shuddered with his hastened breaths, bringing Lev’s art to life. “I want this more than anything.”
Asher braced his palm on Lev’s chest and held his gaze as he reached around and pulled out the plug. Lev wrapped his hands around him and parted his cheeks to help.Then it was out.
Asher’s breath caught on a soft gasp, a wrinkle furrowed his forehead, like he hated to be empty. He tossed the plug aside, and Lev rushed to feel the gape, wishing he could see inside, see everything, commit it to memory.
“I wish you had let me stretch you with my fingers over days to be certain.”
Asher scoffed. “You have so little faith in me.”
“I’ve been told I feel bigger than I look.”
Asher rolled his eyes, but he listened, and squirted a pump of refined coconut oil into Lev’s waiting hands. Lev wasted no time slicking up his cock and Asher’s hole, while Asher lowered until he hovered a breath away from penetration.
“Easy does it,” Lev coached as his tip pressed against Asher’s hole. “Relax, love. Let me in.”
Lev slid in a few millimeters at most. Asher’s eyes closed.
“That’s it. You listen so well.”
Asher paused, inhaling sharply, and opened his eyes, locking on Lev with a wrecked look.
“It’s alright if you can’t take me today.” Lev rubbed up and down Asher’s arms. “Or I could stretch you some more first?”
They hadn’t even reached the widest part of him. Topping with a bigger cock wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had to turn back the way he came.
Asher shook his head. “I’m fine.” His hole relaxed, allowing more of Lev in.
Preferring to err on the side of caution, Lev stopped him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing at all.” Lev reached for the bottle of oil and kissed Asher, slathering more oil between them. “Take your time.”
“Thank you,” Asher said against his lips with more weight than a simple thanks for not tearing me open .
“Did Ben rush you? Hurt you?”
“I didn’t say that,” Asher said, sinking down slowly. “This starts now, with us, remember. That goes both ways.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Lev tabled the discussion for later. Surely, Asher hadn’t meant that they could never talk about their pasts again.
Asher’s flush spread from his cheeks to his chest as he let gravity push Lev’s crown slowly past his sphincter—and into nirvana.
Had it always felt this good? Or was it because he was with Asher?
Beneath Lev’s hands, Asher trembled like wind-rattled trees. Lev rained down accolades, stroking him, praising him for feeling so good, telling him he was nearly there, that he was taking him so well, until Asher seated himself fully.
It took all of Lev’s strength to remain still.
“It feels like you’re everywhere,” Asher said in ecclesiastical wonder.
“Mm. If I could, I’d be your air.” Lev tugged Asher by the back of his head until he was close enough to kiss. “You did so well.”
The kiss started tender, lips murmuring mutual adoration, but that didn’t last long, and soon their tongues tangled, and Asher sucked his tongue like a cock.
Asher broke the kiss and leaned his lithe torso back, highlighting all of Lev’s art, then braced his hands on Lev’s legs and rode his length upward .
“Christ, you’re a sight. So perfect, no one else could compare.”