Chapter 44 Dante #3
I give him what he’s asking for, drawing longer, stronger pulls. I drag my tongue up the underside of his cock, then take just the head into my mouth and suck. Levi’s body jerks and he cries out.
His hand slides down to the elastic of my boxers, fingers tugging restlessly. “Can I take yours off too?” he asks hesitantly. “I need to feel you.”
I pull off his cock with a wet sound and look up. His eyes are dark, lips parted, cheeks flushed.
“You want these off?” I ask, rolling my hips so he can feel how hard I am against his thigh.
“Yes,” he whispers. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you since the first day I saw you. Please, Dante.”
I push up onto my knees. “You can take off anything you want, cowboy,” I say, letting out a laugh.
Levi drags my boxers down over my hips and thighs in one urgent pull. The second I’m clear, he wraps a hand around my cock, and strokes the full length of me.
The first firm pull makes me groan low in my chest. He’s hungry—tight grip, long strokes, thumb spreading our shared slickness.
I drop forward, bracing over him, and match his rhythm with my own fist on his shaft.
Our hands move together, skin sliding on skin, both of us panting as I lean down to kiss him.
“That’s it,” I rasp against his lips. “Touch me just like that.”
Levi’s grip tightens, stroking faster as his hips thrust up into my fist. “Please don’t stop,” he begs between kisses. “Feels so good.”
I reach for the nightstand, fumbling the drawer open to grab the bottle of lube. The second Levi sees it, his eyes go wide and his hands still. He hesitates, breath catching.
“Dante, I need to tell you something.” He’s quieter now, nervous, eyes glassy. “Dante… there’s things I’ve never done. I’m not as experienced as you.”
I freeze, reading the sudden tension in his frame, then understand. Setting the bottle down, I cup his face with both hands.
“What? No, Levi.” I shake my head, thumb brushing his cheek. “We’re not doing that tonight. Too soon, baby. We’re going slow.” I grab the bottle again and flip the cap. “This is just for us.”
Relief washes over his face so visibly it pulls at my chest. I pour a generous amount over both our cocks where they’re pressed together.
The cool gel hits hot skin and Levi shudders hard, a grateful moan spilling out of him.
Tossing the bottle aside, I wrap one big hand around both of us at once, squeezing our shafts together.
The slick heat turns every pull seamless. I start pumping us in long, steady strokes, twisting just enough that the sensitive undersides drag together.
“Feel that?” I growl against his lips, eyes locked on his. “Just this. Just us. No pressure. I’ve got you, Levi. All night.”
“Fuck, Dante,” Levi says, his hand dropping over mine to help stroke us. His hips roll up, thrusting into the tight circle of our combined fist, panting wildly into my mouth.
“Want to come like this?”
Levi’s answering moan is raw. He fists a hand in my hair and kisses me open-mouthed while we stroke together.
I keep the rhythm tight and slick, feeling his shaft throb against mine.
“Dante, I’m close. Fuck, I’m so close.”
“Me too,” I rasp against his mouth. “Come with me. Right now. Let me feel it.”
I tighten my grip and stroke faster, twisting over both heads on every upstroke. Levi’s whole body goes rigid. His back arches off the mattress, thighs trembling, and a cry rips out of him.
“Dante, ah, fuck.”
His cock jerks hard against mine, pulsing hot over our joined hands. I watch his face as his eyes squeeze shut, mouth open on a long, shaky moan as he comes, body twitching under my palm.
The sight of him so open and wrecked pushes me straight over the edge. My own orgasm crashes through me. I groan into his mouth as my cock throbs, heat spilling over our fingers and joining his. I keep stroking us through it, slowing the movement to a firm, gentle milk until the aftershocks fade.
Levi’s chest heaves, soft sounds spilling out of him as his hips give little involuntary jerks. His eyes open finally, staring up at me with an expression that is completely unguarded and stunned.
I slow my hand until I’m just holding us, both of us spent.
“My God,” he whispers, hoarse. “Dante.”
I pull him close again, both of us slick with sweat and breathing hard. “Still okay with this?” I whisper against his temple. “With me?”
Levi doesn’t answer with words at first. He leans over me this time and kisses me deep and tender, his lips soft and lingering. His fingers brush my hair back from my forehead with surprising gentleness, thumb tracing my cheekbone.
“I can’t believe you’re letting me touch you,” he murmurs, eyes searching mine. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. This doesn’t seem real.”
“We’re real, Levi,” I tell him softly, cupping the back of his neck. “Don’t doubt it. Now come here and let me hold you.”
I pull him fully against me. For a while there’s just breathing—slow, shared inhales and exhales that gradually sync up.
His leg slides heavy and warm over mine, anchoring us together as the sweat on our skin cools in the humid air.
I lay my palm flat on his chest and feel the heart beneath it come down slow, beat by beat.