12. Levi
TWELVE
Levi
I wake up in a huge, comfortable bed. It’s my second time today waking in a bed that’s not mine, but this time is different. I’m different.
Ethan is gone, but he was here, with me. He was… inside me. I’m not a virgin anymore. I’ve been… fucked.
Under the covers, I reach behind myself, slipping my fingers between my cheeks to touch my hole. I explore the unfamiliar tenderness. I push inside a little and shudder as arousal spills warmly into my groin.
Ethan fucked me. It made me come, more than once. I didn’t even know that was possible.
Other things happened too, but my mind can’t seem to hold onto them.
Everything is centered on the memory of him inside me.
The way he moved. The way he wanted me. I felt it.
I had to feel it because I couldn’t see it.
Even when it was over, he stayed with me.
He took care of me. I fell asleep with him holding me. I don’t know how to comprehend that.
He’s gone now, but I can still smell his clean, masculine scent. I’m alone, but I can feel everywhere he touched me. I need it again. I need him.
I slide out of the bed and look around. The room is probably ten times the size of my whole apartment. It’s a little bare, but it’s beautiful and clean, and the floor-to-ceiling windows frame the city in a way that makes it, too, look beautiful and clean.
I think I am in another world. It’s like I’ve gone through a portal into an entirely different reality. I could be anyone here.
I walk into the bathroom in a sort of daze. My mind feels open in a way that I’m not used to. My body feels fluid in spite of its soreness. More than fluid.
Alive.
Even peeing feels different. I feel aware of my body as a physical thing. I feel aware of it as a sexual thing. Even now, my cock is slightly engorged.
I wash my hands then comb my hair with my fingers, staring at myself in a large, crystal-clear mirror.
My eyes are different. I touch my throat, remembering the strap there.
I trace the faint line on my chest. I thought he cut me, but he didn’t.
There are red marks, though, between my legs.
I squeeze them, remembering. More blood flows to my cock.
I walk out of the bathroom and through the bedroom to the door. I open it. I’m at the end of the hallway that I explored a little this morning when I was looking for Ethan. This time, I know where he is. I can hear him in the kitchen.
I walk that way, emerging into the penthouse’s huge, open space to see Ethan, in gray sweats and a white T-shirt, chopping tomatoes at the kitchen island. I halt.
Ethan looks up, dark eyes locking on me. His wavy dark hair is a little messy and very sexy. I understand that word now. Sexy. His lips tug to one side.
“There you are,” he says and motions for me to come.
I walk toward him, aware of the increasing heaviness of my cock. It bobs slightly with my movement.
Ethan sets his knife aside and swipes his hands on a towel. As I round the island, I find my eyes dropping to his groin, where I can see the fat length of his cock pressing against the material. He must not be wearing the cage. He took it off to fuck me. My own cock twitches, thickening further.
Ethan walks toward me, stopping mere inches away. His fingers play under my jaw as though to tilt my head back, but it’s already back. I’m staring up at him.
He asks, “Did you notice that you’re naked?”
I shiver. I don’t know how to reply. I’m simply not thinking like that.
Ethan’s other hand reaches down and wraps around my cock. I gasp at the contact. I moan when he strokes me.
“This is dangerous,” Ethan rumbles. “We have to get you something if you’re going to work in here.”
I don’t even try to understand. I’m in a wonderful place where I don’t have to.
Ethan releases me. When he walks away, I follow him.
He reaches around a doorway into what looks like a pantry.
He grabs a white apron and puts it on me.
I close my eyes, shuddering, as the cloth brushes my stiff dick.
Ethan crosses the ties behind my back and pulls them around front, securing them in a bow.
Below that, my dick is tenting the fabric.
I feel like I’m in someone else’s body. Or maybe… I’m in my own body for the first time.
Ethan guides me back to the island. His hand is on my bare lower back, fingers brushing the curve of my exposed ass.
“We’re making brunch,” he informs me, directing me to a place beside him, where a carton of eggs is waiting beside a large glass bowl. “Start cracking.”
I get to work on the eggs while Ethan goes back to dicing tomatoes. There are a lot of other vegetables sitting out too.
I do a bad job. I’m messy and get a lot of shell pieces in the eggs. I can’t focus. As I’m trying to fish out bits of shell, Ethan moves the bowl away from me and cleans my hands with a damp cloth.
He says in a low, rough voice, “I’ll help you. Take this.”
He hands me another towel, a clean one. There’s a whole stack, like there will be lots of messes.
Ethan tugs my hips back and says, “Bend over.”
I lean down against the counter, gripping the edge of it with the towel still in my hand. I hear a crinkle, like a packet of something being opened, then there’s a sloppy, squelchy sound. I start trembling. My hole clenches involuntarily and my cock twitches up, rubbing on the apron.
Ethan grabs my hips. His cock pushes between my cheeks. I gasp as he nudges my hole, forcing it open with his cock. I moan and shudder in pleasure as he pushes into me. It’s easier than last time, like my body has reshaped itself for this.
He grabs my right hand, the one with the towel, and pulls it away from the counter, guiding it under my apron to my cock.
“Come in that,” he says gruffly and starts to fuck me.
I moan. I brace against the counter, pushing back to feel the full impact of his hips smacking my ass. It’s noisy. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard because I don’t just hear it, I feel it, every thump against me as his cock tunnels deep into my body.
I have the towel held against my own cock. Every thrust has me rubbing the cloth. I’m leaking into it.
Ethan pulls my hips back farther and shoves a hand against my lower back, forcing an arch into it. I cry out as pleasure explodes inside me. I felt this before too, the sweet, overwhelming burst.
My eyes roll back in my head as Ethan pounds that sweet spot. I’m making loud, ugly sounds. Ethan starts fucking me harder. I’m clenching on him, whining and straining. My balls are heavy and aching. They feel tight and full.
I gasp, “I’m—oh my God—”
Ethan’s hand presses on my back again, deepening my arch, making his cock thrust harder against that place inside me.
I scream as my whole body seizes and my cock starts spurting into the cloth.
I clench on Ethan’s cock as I thrash. He holds me tighter and keeps fucking me as I strain through the harsh waves of my orgasm.
I feel his cock pulse as his cum shoots into me.
“Fuck,” he grunts, straining into me as his cock kicks and releases hotly inside my body. “Jesus—fuck!”
I collapse against the counter, weak and shaky. Ethan holds me up, still buried inside me. He’s breathing hard. I can feel him shuddering.
He pulls out of me. I cry out, clenching at the sudden emptiness.
He tugs me upright, wrapping his arms around me.
His right hand slips under the apron to cover mine.
He takes the cloth from me, along with the mess of my cum.
When my eyes drift toward it, the slightest discomfort moving through me to disrupt the bliss, Ethan nips my jaw.
“It’s mine,” he says, like he’s claiming my release.
I sigh and lean back against him. He’s pulled up his sweats, but through the cloth I can feel his dick, still slightly swollen, like he could fuck me again. My hole clenches at the thought, and I feel the slickness of lube between my cheeks. His cum, though, is still inside me.
Ethan leads me over the sink so I can wash my hands but offers me nothing to clean up the rest of myself. He puts the towel somewhere then washes his own hands. Then we go back to work.
We’re making a veggie scramble with avocadoes and toast. Ethan starts the coffeemaker. I’m hard again, leaning against the counter to watch him. He comes back to me, turns me around, and fucks me again while the coffee brews.
My hole is sloppy with cum, and the sound of his cock plunging in it is so filthy and erotic that I clench on him in a swift, hard orgasm.
Ethan keeps fucking me. I spin out of myself, losing control. I’m not sure if I keep orgasming but it feels like it, even if I don’t ejaculate. I’m loose, almost boneless when Ethan strains with a harsh nnnnh and comes inside me.
This time when he pulls out, cum drips from my hole and runs down the inside of my leg. He takes off my apron because I didn’t have a towel this time, and the inside of it is a mess. I’m a mess.
Ethan’s fingers push between my cheeks to play with my hole. More cum leaks out, running over his fingers and down my leg.
“That’s staying,” he tells me firmly. “Nod if you understand me.”
I nod.
“Good boy,” he says and pets my hair with his clean hand.
My hands are clean because I never touched anything. The mess is all between my legs, and it’s staying there. Ethan wants it there.
After washing his hands and getting rid of the apron, Ethan leads me around the island to a chair, helping me up then leaving me there while he starts pouring coffee.
He makes mine just like I make it. When he brings it to me, I say, “You were watching me. This morning.”
“Yes.”
“And last night,” I add.
“Did you like the picture?”
“It didn’t look like me.”
He frowns. “What do you mean?”
“It was beautiful.”
“Because you are beautiful. I told you that I would show you to yourself. That’s what you are. What did you do with it?”
“I hid it. Under the mattress.”
His frown deepens. “Why?”
“I’m not sure. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry.” He pets my hair again. “Drink your coffee.”