Chapter 19 #2
Snatching it, I licked the steel, coating it in a layer of saliva as I hummed. Hunting was something I liked, but this? This feeling of devouring another willing soul? It was indescribable, and the chase was as fun as the catch.
I placed my hand on the railing as I ascended to the next level: the office space. Fairly plain, I glanced at the desk and chair, flicking my eyes to the bathroom.
Twirling the knife, I cocked my head. “Little fox, where did you go? Come out so I can mix my spit with your blood.”
Silence.
Somehow, my cock twitched at his lack of response. Reaching behind my back, I tugged my shirt over my head, tossing it somewhere in the room. “Mmm, keep hiding, because the moment I find you, I’m fucking you with your goddamn tears.”
Swiping my tongue over my teeth, I opened the door to the bathroom. Finding it empty, I swiveled around the room, locking eyes with a wooden dresser.
He wouldn’t…
Adjusting the hilt, I stalked over to the piece of furniture with the trained grace of the soldier I had become. Just as I wrapped my hand around the handle, the door burst open, a foot colliding with the center of my chest with enough power to send me stumbling.
Levander slipped out, darting back down the stairs with ease. “You wanted a challenge, Harveil!”
A devious smirk crossed my features as I bolted after him. Jumping over half the steps, that part of me ignited as I closed the distance in seconds, ramming my shoulder into his back.
It sent him flying over the couch, landing face down against the cushions as my palm greeted the back of his head. Taking my time admiring the artwork on his skin, I studied what I now could identify as a raven.
Poised to strike, its dark eyes glared at me, wings spread with dominance.
Blood coated its black feathers, trickling down his porcelain skin in such a way that it appeared realistic.
Talons open, its sharpened nails popped off his back in a way that made it feel vivid, its parted beak no exception.
The piece itself was large, spanning the entirety of his back, and considering the shading it was packed with, I knew he loved the sensation of pain.
Shoving him against the fabric, I pressed the blade against his ass, running the blunt end over his briefs. “I’m cutting these fucking things off.”
With a skilled twist of my wrist, the fabric tore, splitting in the middle as my free hand ripped the ruined cloth away. Revealing all that awaited me beneath, I set the knife beside me.
Palming his ass once, I slapped it after, turning the skin instantly red. He tensed, a hissed breath coming from between clenched teeth as he squirmed against my hold. Mouth watering at my handprint, I did it again, loving the way he scooted forward as if he could get away from my punishment.
“A-Ah fuck,” he grunted, shifting against me once more.
Rubbing over my marks, my fingers lightly brushed over his hole, and a muffled groan slipped through. “Fuck, you’re already twitching.”
Ass instinctively raising, he chased my touch. “Mmmf… shit, Matthew.”
“God, keep saying my name like that, and I’ll cut out your tongue so no one else can fucking hear you speak such beautiful things.”
Craning to look at me, a light blush dusted his cheek. “Please, fuck me, Matthew.”
Releasing my hand from his head, I quickly undressed, hooking my thumbs beneath my pants and briefs, exposing all of me with one tug. Kicking my clothes to the side, my palms greeted his ass once more as I spread his cheeks apart.
Collecting saliva, I leaned over and spit. It dripped down, coating his entrance in a thin layer. Groaning at the sight, my finger swirled the liquid, rimming him twice before burying my finger up to the knuckle.
His chin jutted skyward, a moan tumbling from his parted lips. “Oooh… fuuuck…”
“Oh? You’re that fucking greedy?” Slipping in a second, he took it with ease as I curled them.
Gasping, he buried his face in the cushions, a slew of muffled curses quick to follow. Pressing against his walls, I lingered for another second before removing them.
“Shit… I need to prep you further, but I can’t wait.”
Stroking myself once, I positioned my crown at his hole. I would stretch him, hell, possibly make him bleed, but even that turned me on. With a shuddered exhale, I slid the first inch inside.
The muscles in his back tensed, the raven’s wings reaching for each other. “Fuck…”
Tight. So fucking tight.
“Shit, Levander. I need you… need you to fucking relax if you’re going to take all of me.”
“S-Sorry…” he breathed, attempting to follow my command, but notably struggling to do so. “Trying…”
Gliding further, I paused, allowing him to adjust around me. I was thick, and if I wasn’t careful, I would rip him apart, and not in a fun way. “How… How does it feel?”
“It hurts… but… feels good too…”
“Fuck. Feels good for me too.”
Holding onto his hips, I rolled forward, at least another three inches still to go. “Breathe.”
God, he’s acting as if it’s been a minute since he’s gotten fucked.
He inhaled deeply, lids fluttering as he sank into the cushions. With his head craned to the side, I watched his brows pull together as I slipped in another inch.
“Good boy.”
A whimpered exhale followed as his ass loosened a little more, his fingers curling against the back of the couch until his knuckles whitened. “Oh, fuck… Mmmph.”
With that resistance gone, I slammed into him until my base rested flush against his ass. “Fuck, you’re tight.” Breathing through my nostrils, I grabbed his hips, but paused. “I-I want to look at you.”
“Look?” he asked, dazed.
Slipping from him just enough to twist Lev to face me, I slid an arm beneath his back as I straightened him. Lowering my hold, I hauled him into the air, cock burying deeper as he wrapped his legs around my waist.
“Like this. I want to see your fucking face when you cum.”
Lids fluttering, his blown-out pupils found mine. “F-Fuck, Matthew—”
My lips crashed against his as I thrust into his ass. Releasing a groan, he parted further as the sweet tang of his essence mixed with mine. Lapping at his molars, I claimed every inch he offered, slowly falling into the chaos that was him.
Pulling away reluctantly, my heightened pants mingled with his. “God, everything about you is fucking maddening.” Slipping my hand between us, my fingers curled around his length, but the instant I did, I paused.
Flicking my gaze down, the sight of his cock pleased me first, but it was the seven barbells running up the underside of his shaft that had me nearly blanching—a Jacob’s ladder. He was pierced seven fucking times.
“What?” he asked, glancing at me. “I-Is everything… Is everything okay?”
Rubbing my thumb along each one, my head nestled against his shoulder. “Fucking… Fuck.”
I caught the buck of his hips as I bumped over them again, a shuddered breath rolling through his chest. “Mmph… Fuck, Matthew.”
“You’re perfect.”
Thrusting, I stroked his shaft with a firm grip. Earning a moan from him, I did it again, roughness mixed with heightened euphoria as I rammed into him without restraint. He’d loosened completely, and I wanted nothing more than to ruin him, the rolling of my motions more desperate, needy, feral.
Back arching, his head dug into the cushions, Adam’s apple on full display. It bobbed once, a deep groan of pleasure escaping his parted, panting lips. “Right… Right there. Oh, shit. F-Fuck!”
“Keep singing for me, just. Like. That.”
Angling my hips, I shifted slightly upward, and his resounding response let me know I found it. Smirking, I repeated it, thriving off the way his legs shook with each press.
Eyes rolling, his palm slapped my arm. Fingers curling around it, his nails dug into my flesh as a cry of pleasure followed. “Shit… I-I’m close. Oh, fuck, Matthew!”
Grunting at the influx of pain, I dipped my chin, stuttering breaths lengthening. “Fuck, me too, beautiful. I want you to milk every drop.”
As if my words were his encouragement, his brows pulled together, face twisting as his mounting orgasm swept over him.
His toes curled, body tensing beneath me as he fisted both my wrist and the cushions.
Coating his stomach in his essence, his lips parted, but no sound slipped from between them.
Instead, rasped exhales stacked on top of one another, no inhales following as the intensity of his peak stole the air from his lungs.
“Fuck…”
Thrusting once more, I spilled my seed into him, pumping languid strokes to force it even further. “God, even… even after, you’re swallowing every drop. Such a good boy, taking my directions.”
His bottom lip quivered as he finally sucked in a mouthful of air, a whimpered groan serving as his reply.
Slowly pulling out, he winced with my exit as I glided my fingers over the sheen coating his stomach. Flicking my gaze to his, I licked the digits, a deep moan tumbling from my lips. “S-Shit. How are you this fucking addicting already?”
He was dangerous because the ravenous possession taking root in my heart wasn’t normal, and not something I ever delighted in after just one encounter. But this fucking redhead? God, I was destroyed.
Shifting slightly, he whined a little. “I-Is that… a good thing? Was it… Was it good?”
“Was it good?” Cocking my head, my tongue darted out to slide against my bottom lip. “Beautiful, that was… amazing. Fuck, I’ve never…”
Eyes darting to his entrance, my words stopped at the sight of crimson. Lowering further, the same red coated my cock, and my breathing halted completely.
Finding his attention once more, that pained expression remained, but he was trying to hide it terribly. “You… This isn’t your first time… Right?”
A wave of nervousness painted his features. “I’ve… experimented with ass play before, but is it my first time with… with a man? Yes.”
Fuck.
Running a hand through my hair, I exhaled. “Why didn’t you tell me? Oh God, I fucked you over a couch. We should’ve… I should’ve been more gentle.”
His brows furrowed, and he went to sit up, but stopped abruptly, his lips pursing with affliction. “I didn’t think… I didn’t think it mattered?”
Shaking my head, I folded my arms beneath him as I hauled him to my chest. Legs dangling, I carried him toward the bed.
“No… It… It doesn’t matter, but I would’ve liked to have known. I would’ve… Fuck, I would’ve taken longer to prep you so you didn’t bleed.”
“What’s a little blood?” he crooned, exhaustion prevalent in his voice as he tucked his face into my neck.
“Are you… hurting?”
Gently laying him on the bed, I propped his head on a pillow before taking a step back. I needed a towel to clean him, but if I hurt him…
“Hurting?” He looked up at me, his olive irises seeming more… blue? “I mean… I’m sore, but nothing a little cream can’t fix.”
Huffing, I plastered a hand on my hip. “God, just how young are you? Cream?”
“Preparation H?” He lifted a brow. “I’m twenty.”
Twenty.
Twenty.
I fucked…
Oh, fuck. Fuck, goddamn motherfucking me.
“Well,” he continued, “freshly twenty. My birthday was last month.”
Attempting to swallow the dryness in my mouth, it caught in my throat as I grabbed the headboard to keep myself from collapsing. Wood groaned, the weight of my stupidity colliding all at once.
His brows furrowed in confusion. “Are you… Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” Avoiding his gaze, I pushed strands of hair behind my ear to keep myself from fucking losing it.
“I’m sorry if I said something wrong or if I…
if uh, it wasn’t good… I’m also sorry if my age is a problem.
I should’ve disclosed it, clearly, considering your reaction.
I guess I just… uh, don’t really think about it?
Because of my… title and everything? If that makes sense?
Oh God, I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense.
I just… I mean, a lot of people tell me that I seem older than I am, so I don’t really…
Think about it?” Rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, he loosened a breath. “That sounded fucking stupid—”
“You’re… You’re okay.” Exhaling, I bent down until my eyes were level with his.
Brushing locks of red from his face, I couldn’t stop my thumb from swiping over his cheek.
“You were amazing, and you didn’t do anything wrong.
Is… Is it a shock? Yes, but I don’t regret it, because that was the best sex I’ve ever fucking had, beautiful.
But… I’m not close to you in age at all. ”
He bit his bottom lip, nodding. “I understand. It’s alright.
” Clearing his throat, he shifted, pushing himself to stand as he slipped from my touch.
“I’m uh… I’m going to rinse off and stuff, but…
Thanks for stopping by? And for giving me advice for the next time I have sex with a man.
Of disclosing my age and experience… and all. ”
“Wait, that’s not what I was saying, Levander. I meant—”
“No, truly. It’s okay.” Offering me a half-hearted smile, he stopped in the doorway of the bathroom, the numerous scars covering his pallid skin illuminated. “I hope you uh… get some rest before tomorrow, since we have a lot to handle. But thank you, Matthew. Thank you for being my first.”
Opening my mouth to offer to help, he shut the door with a click. Blowing out a steady stream of air, I lingered for a second, long enough to hear the water turn on. With nothing left to do, I headed to the front, snatched my shirt and jacket, and exited with a deepened weight on my shoulders.
I needed to fucking talk to Thorne.