12. Levi #2
I sit there in a mess of cum, drinking coffee while Ethan goes back to working on the food. I watch him as he cooks the eggs and toasts the bread. This is the best day of my life.
Ethan looks over at me, but I don’t look away. I meet his dark, intense gaze. I take it into myself.
When the food is ready, Ethan sets a plate in front of me. I stare at it, mouth watering, unable to comprehend something so amazing. He made this for me.
“Eat,” he says as he comes to sit beside me with his own plate.
I start with the toast, closing my eyes as I bite into the thick, tangy sourdough.
When Ethan’s hand settles on my thigh, I realize that I’m moaning.
I cut myself off and look at him, but I find him watching me with a strange expression.
There’s heat in it, but there’s a softness I’ve never seen in him.
I have felt it though. I felt it this morning when he carried me into the shower. He took care of me. He’s taking care of me now too.
I eat my toast and the eggs. I eat everything.
I’m drinking another cup of coffee when Ethan’s phone buzzes.
He snags it from the counter. He scowls as he reads whatever message he just received.
He stares at it for a long time. Then his eyes slide to me.
They’ve gone cold, almost suspicious. Goosebumps form all over my body.
Ethan blinks and the suspicion clears, but I’m still chilled, and I’m aware of myself again, like I’ve suddenly woken up from the dream I’ve been in. I realize, quite abruptly, that I’m naked and dirty. I’m gross.
Ethan sets his phone down without responding to the message. He gets up and starts cleaning up the kitchen. I should help, but the mess between my legs keeps me where I am.
Ethan notices. He comes back to me and takes hold of my hair, pulling my head back.
He speaks in my ear in a soft but angry voice. “What’s going on? You’re upset.”
I just pant. I don’t know how to respond. I’m both thrilled and terrified that he noticed.
He pinches my right nipple hard enough to make me yelp. “Answer me, Levi.”
“I don’t know.”
He pinches my left nipple, eliciting another cry. “I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t know!”
He yanks me out of the chair and spanks my ass. I cry out at the shocking sounds as much as the sting.
“Figure it out then,” he demands and spanks me again.
Blood is rushing to my cock, stiffening it.
“That’s the wrong answer,” Ethan says and spanks me again, harder and harder, until I’m shaking and crying and my cock is fully erect. Ethan reaches between my legs and grabs it, pulling it back until it hurts.
“You don’t get to hide anything, Levi. Do you understand that? I will break you down until you’re raw and vulnerable and your basest, truest self. So answer my fucking question: why did you get upset?”
“I felt gross!”
His fingers spear into my ass, pulling me open, letting more cum drip out. “You think this is gross?”
“No!”
“But it was gross a minute ago. What’s the difference now?”
“I don’t know! Please! Stop!”
He releases me and orders, “Turn around.” When I don’t comply immediately, he spanks me again. “Now!”
Trembling and overwhelmed, unable to think, I turn to face him. His eyes are blazing on me. His jaw is clenched. He grabs my ass and lifts me off my feet. He sets me on the counter. He yanks down his sweats, giving me the briefest glimpse of his huge, hard cock before he pulls me off the counter.
“Legs around me,” he orders.
When I comply, he reaches under me to grab his cock and line it up with my hole. I gasp as he penetrates me. I’m still shaking. I look away, close to crying. Ethan grabs my jaw and makes me look at him.
“Was I not paying enough attention to you?” he asks in a low, dark voice.
Tears spill from my eyes. He thrusts inside me. “Ooh,” I breathe, relieved.
“Did you forget that it was my cum leaking out of you?”
I nod a little.
“You’re going to have to get used to it. You’re going to have my cum inside you and all over you all the fucking time. And you’re going to come too, again and again.”
He curls his hand around my cock and strokes it. I curl toward him, my stomach contracting as precum leaks from my slit.
“My poor lonely boy,” Ethan murmurs as I grip his shirt. “Put your arms around me.”
I do as I’m told, holding onto him as he fucks me. For some reason, when I come, I start sobbing. It makes Ethan hold tighter to me. It makes him gasp and ejaculate, straining into me as he fills me again.
He lifts me off him and sets me on the counter. I’m leaking everywhere, and I can’t stop crying.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble. “I don’t know what’s happening.”
“It’s okay. Here.” Ethan pulls off his T-shirt and uses it to clean the cum from my stomach. “We’re done for the day. You’ve had enough.”
That just makes me cry harder, so Ethan pulls me off the counter. I wrap my arms and legs around him again, and again he carries me through the penthouse to the master bedroom and all the way to the shower.
He lets me down as he turns on the water. He shoves down his sweats and steps out of them, pulling me with him into the shower.
This is my second shower with him today.
I wasn’t really aware before. I’m still not very focused, but I take in a little more.
I see his body. He’s so big and strong and beautiful.
I can tell he works out a lot. A line of muscle cuts from his hip to his cock on each side.
My eyes lock on his cock. He’s not hard now, but he’s still big.
I stare and stare at what’s been inside me, fucking me, filling me.
I want to touch it, but I don’t. I just look at him while he washes me.
I start to pull back when he soaps my sensitive dick, but he stops me and finishes his work.
I bite my lip as he washes between my cheeks, prodding my hole, cleaning away what leaks from me.
I don’t know why, but it makes me start crying again.
I’m quiet about it, so I don’t expect Ethan to notice, but the way he washes my face, touching me constantly, makes me think that he does notice.
His eyes are intense the whole time, but his hands are gentle. Maybe that’s why I’m crying.
After the shower, he dries my hair. It’s a strange thing to watch, standing in front of the huge mirror in his huge, fancy bathroom, both of us with white towels around our waists.
I can’t comprehend it, the sight of him brushing and drying my hair.
My thoughts go away. If he would spank me, pinch me, fuck me, my thoughts might come back.
But he just dries my hair then ushers me out to the bedroom.
He makes me sit on the bed. He says something, but I don’t hear it, then he leaves me there, walking to the door. I stare at the red lines on his back, seeing them for the first time. I feel the image go into my brain, but that’s all it does. No thoughts form around it.
Then he’s gone, and my heart starts thumping. I feel it, and I feel myself stand up, but I’m disconnected from the action. Even when I hear a strange whine that I know I’m making, I feel removed from it.
I’m at the door when he comes back. He frowns at me.
“I told you I was coming back.”
I just stare at him. For a second, I wonder if he’s real. I reach out and touch his chest and find warm skin and firm muscle. He watches me, confused but not angry, so I step closer. I rub his nipple and watch it harden, then I put my mouth on it and suck.
He jerks in surprise. He starts to pull away, but I latch onto him. I nuzzle at his chest and suck on his nipple.
“Fuck,” he mutters as a shudder goes through his body. He tugs me closer, arching slightly, pushing against my mouth.
I switch to his other nipple, whining as I suckle.
He’s breathing hard now, and his dick is pressing against me through the cloth of both towels.
As I lick and suck and nuzzle him, I feel a strange, painful, unclear emotion expand inside me then dissolve.
I sigh in relief and lean against him, resting.
Ethan’s cock is rock hard. I’m hard too, and I half expect him to fuck me again, but he doesn’t. He helps me into the sweats and T-shirt that he brought from my room. He gets me into the bed. His bed. He doesn’t get in with me, but he doesn’t leave either.
I listen as he goes into the bathroom and dries his hair.
I watch as he emerges, fully naked and still erect.
It’s my first full, clear look at his hard cock.
It’s huge and thick, jutting out harshly from his body.
It bobs heavily as he walks to the closet.
The flared head is dark and engorged. My mouth waters.
My own cock throbs. I grind it against the bed, clenching my sore hole.
Ethan vanishes into the closet and emerges a minute later in black sweats and a black T-shirt. He’s still hard, but he doesn’t come over to me. He sits at a table and opens a laptop.
When I whine, he looks over at me and says, “You need to rest. You’ve had enough.”
He turns his attention to the computer. I watch him. At first, I feel upset, but I start to relax. I realize how tired I am. I close my eyes and listen to him typing until I drift away.