Chapter 44 Dante #2
The dip of his collarbones gets the same treatment—slow licks, gentle bites against heated skin, my hands bracketing his ribs to feel every tremor.
On the flat of his chest, I linger, pressing open kisses right over his thundering heart while muscles twitch under my mouth.
I move down along each firm ridge of his ribs, down to his stomach, tasting the clean salt of his skin mixed with the faint trace of bar smoke.
The dark line of hair below his navel brushes against my cheek like an arrow pointing down.
My cock is so fucking hard now it aches, straining against my pants, but I ignore it. I want him more. I stop just above his waistband, press one last kiss there, and drag my mouth back up his torso.
“This is why I stayed away from you,” I say, lifting my head to meet his eyes. His pupils are blown wide, his lips swollen and shining. “I knew what you would do to me.”
I close my mouth over his left nipple and suck hard, teeth grazing sharp enough that his body jerks under me. He arches, letting out a fractured curse, but I switch sides, flicking my tongue over the right peak before taking it between my teeth.
“Sensitive here?” I murmur, biting down just enough to make him gasp. “Every time I do this, you make that noise.”
He moans louder this time, thighs spreading wider to pull me in. His hands slide down to my ass, tugging me tighter while I alternate between deep pulls and sharp little nips at his chest.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, sliding my free hand down to cup him firmly through his jeans. He’s rock-hard, and the second I squeeze, he bucks up into my palm. “Those sounds you’re making for me. Tell me how it feels.”
Levi’s answer is more moan than words. “Don’t stop.”
I give him exactly what he’s begging for—teeth and tongue on his chest, steady pressure through his jeans, every desperate sound feeding the fire under my skin.
Then I force myself to pause. It takes everything I’ve got. Mouth wet, pulse hammering in my ears, I push up onto my elbows. Levi’s chest is rising and falling fast, flushed and marked. He blinks up at me, dazed.
“We need to stop a sec. Before this goes any further. Have you been tested lately?”
He stares for a second like he doesn’t understand, then a short, breathless laugh escapes him.
“Yeah. They test me all the time for everything. Big life insurance policy on me. They don’t fuck around.
” He reaches for the floor where his jeans pocket is half-hanging off the bed, digs out his phone, and pulls up his portal.
He turns the screen toward me—recent results, negative across the board. “Is this what you need?”
I glance at the screen, relief flooding through me. “Let me show you mine.”
Levi grabs my arm before I can reach for my phone. “No need. I trust you, Dante. You wouldn’t screw around with that.”
“Then help me get your damn jeans and boots off.”
He doesn’t hesitate, hands going straight to his belt while I sit up to give him room. The buckle clinks open, leather ripping free, zipper rasping sharp in the quiet room.
Shifting back between his spread thighs, I grab one boot heel, tugging until the heavy leather slides free, then the other. Socks follow in two impatient pulls. Levi lifts his hips to shove his jeans down, and I drag them the rest of the way off, tossing them aside.
He’s left in dark boxers, the thick line of his cock clearly outlined against the fabric, a patch of moisture already at the front. My mouth goes dry.
I stand just long enough to kick off my shoes and step out of my pants. Stripped down to my boxers, I climb back over him, knees bracketing his hips.
The first brush of his bare thigh against mine makes us both suck in a breath. I settle my weight down, feeling the hard length of his cock press up against mine through the thin fabric.
“What did I tell you about your hands, Levi?”
His hands slide up my sides, palms hot, fingers digging in. I roll my hips once, slow, and the sound that leaves him is low and wrecked.
“Do you like that?” I ask. “That day you walked into the kitchen wearing only a towel, all I could think about was how you would feel under my hands. Just like this. I would’ve given anything to touch you.”
I tip his chin up, kissing him deep while I grind down again, the wet heat of us soaking through our boxers. His hands grow bolder, tracing the ridge of my spine, closing over my shoulders, then cupping my ass to pull me tighter until friction has us breathing hard into each other’s mouths.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers. “These next. Can I take these off? I need to hear you say yes.”
Levi’s answer is immediate. “Yes. Fuck, yes, take them off.”
I drag them down his hips in one pull. His cock springs free, thick and heavy, the smooth head flushed dark and slick.
“Jesus Christ, Levi,” I breathe, staring. I toss the fabric aside and wrap my hand around him, testing his weight and heat. Stroking once, base to tip, another clear bead spills over my thumb. Levi’s hips jerk.
“Look at you,” I murmur, tightening my grip as I stroke him again. “Leaking all over my hand. I want to taste you.”
I lay an open-mouthed kiss along the side of the shaft, tasting salt and heat, then another right under the head while my hand keeps up long, slow pulls.
Levi fists his hands in the sheets, then reaches for my shoulders, gripping hard as his hips roll up into my fist.
I keep stroking him, firm and steady, his breathing ragged as he arches into my grip.
“Dante, please—” The plea cracks, his hand dropping to cover mine on his shaft, holding on like an anchor. “Stroke me harder. Please. Don’t slow down.”