Chapter ThirteenInto Hell
Chapter Thirteen:
Into Hell
Sidney
Ihave to be dreaming. There’s no way this is happening — I didn’t go from raging mad to touching cocks with the love of my life in reality.
Yet as his hand wraps around both of us, it’s so.
.. warm. I can feel the callouses on his palm from years of drumming, see the flecks of yellow in his stunning green eyes.
My imagination isn’t this good. It never has been.
Without asking, I roll my hips and dig my nails into his shoulders to keep myself steady. “I’m sorry,” I whisper quickly. I want this too badly and I never have control after I’m edged like that. “I... I’m not gonna last long.”
Levi’s chuckle is so deep I feel it vibrate out of his chest. “That’s okay, Sid. Neither am I. Look at how good our dicks look together.”
I’m almost afraid to look away from his face. If I do, he might become someone else. If I do, my brain might stop tricking me into believing I’m finally giving in to Levi Cross and getting what I’ve always wanted.
But I have to see.
Glancing down, my cock leaks as it slides against his and I hit the point of no return. My hips move faster even as I beg myself to slow down, to savor this, and then his words from the video hit me again.
I can’t come yet.
I didn’t earn it.
Whimpering, I meet Levi’s eyes again and find him staring at me as though he can read my mind, and then suddenly his mouth is on my throat. “Sidney,” he moans, his hips bucking up into his fists. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Oh, god. I’m not gonna survive this, not with him. My cock throbs so violently at his words that it makes me grunt, makes my vision blur. “Levi, please,” I rush out, eyes fluttering as he bites my skin. “Please tell me I can come.”
“So pretty when you beg,” he rasps against my pulse point, hand twisting so perfectly I almost lose it. “Come for me, Sid. Cover my cock in your cum so I can use you as lube.”
And there it is. Gasping, I clench my thighs around his and hold his gaze as I let out weeks’ worth of cum.
“Fuuuck!” he growls, his cock pulsing along with mine and his strokes become louder as I cover his fist, but that’s nothing compared to the mess we make when he begins to come too.
His whole body stiffens, and I feel his cum shoot up onto my chest as he continues to work us through it, and not for the first time, I find myself regretting my last rule.
I want to kiss him so badly it’s painful.
To distract myself, I scoop up some of his cum and lick it off my fingers, blushing slightly at the intense way he watches me. “Does my boy love the taste?”
He holds out his covered hand for me and wiggles his fingers, which I take as permission to keep going.
Sucking each of his fingers into my mouth, I clean up the mess and get a little lost in it as he feeds me more from my chest, our cocks, and his other hand.
Some people hate it, but I can’t get enough — I don’t stop until I’m a little cumdrunk and we’re both clean.
Reality slowly starts to seep in afterward. After years of yearning and longing, I finally got my first taste of Levi Cross, but what happens now?
“Yes, I love the taste,” I say lamely, focusing on the skull tattoos sprawling across his chest instead of his face. “Yours might be my favorite.”
“Yeah?” Slowly, he lifts me up and lays me back on his bed so he’s looming over me. “Well you didn’t save any for me, doll. Looks like I’ll have to get some for myself.”
He begins kissing and licking his way down my body, and I nearly panic when I realize what he’s about to do. I always seem to end up with tops who don’t give head, so it’s been a long time since I’ve felt someone’s mouth. I’m about to make a very bad impression when I blow in seven seconds.
“Levi, I... Oh, god.”
I stare down at him as he flicks his eyes up to mine with a smirk, and that first swipe of his tongue from my balls to the tip has me so hard I could probably beat him to death with my cock.
It’s Levi.
It’s not a stranger, not someone who only sees me as a side piece, not someone I’m only mildly interested in. It’s Levi. After all the fantasies, all the late nights listening to him with others, it’s finally my turn.
Please don’t say “I love you” out loud.
“Ohfuckthatfeelsgood,” I rush out. “Please.”
When he sucks my whole cock into his mouth I stop breathing entirely, and when his hands pin my hips in place so he can have full control I finally let myself just relax. Levi has me, and this isn’t a trick or a dream or anything of the sort. He wanted me too.
Tangling my fingers gently in his hair, I let him go until I start to feel myself losing control again. “Lee, can I come in your mouth?”
He doesn’t pull off to answer. “Mmhm.”
He nods his head once and sets the most perfect pace as if he’s done this for me a hundred times, and allowing myself to let go has never been easier.
I’ve absolutely earned these orgasms through years of taking care of him, holding him up, making sure he was okay, and constantly being on the back burner. So yeah, this one I’ve earned.
As it pulses again and again, Levi gulps me down and moans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
As the body tingles subside, he ensures he swallows every drop before he pulls his mouth off of me, and when my cock oozes another drop he laps that up too before grinning up at me.
“That was a whole lot of cum for a fuck doll. You got more for me or is my baby boy spent?”
He kisses the tip as I huff a quiet, sated laugh.
“You can call me whatever you want as long as that wasn’t a one-time thing.”
“Not even close.” Levi moves to collapse on the bed next to me with a cocky smile on his lips. “You can come use me any time.”
He probably shouldn’t tell me that. I have a wildly obsessive personality — at least when it comes to Levi specifically — and I’m also very aware of the fact that we just started a timer.
I don’t know how long it’ll last, but eventually, either he’ll get bored with me or I’ll do something stupid like beg him to marry me.
I have to take what I can get while I can get it.
“Same.” Shifting a little closer, I touch his pinky with mine. “Do you feel better?”
“Loads better, literally.” I know that was a joke, but my brain short-circuits when he hooks our pinkies together.
“I didn’t really think the doll I brought through.
I thought it would help me stay out of your trailer this tour, but that shit is actually really hard to clean. It’s almost not worth it.”
This tour?
I lock my eyes on the ceiling and try to keep my voice steady and curious. “How long have you been doing it?”
I feel him tense when he realizes what he just said. “Uh... just this tour?”
The lie is so obvious I almost decide not to push it, but I really am curious. “It’s okay, you can tell me. I won’t be mad.”
Sighing, he takes a moment before responding. “I uh... the first time was during the Midnight Rain tour.”
Midnight Rain? That was the first tour Bash brought me on and the trailer wasn’t even officially mine yet. That means Levi has been using my space to jack off for years.
“Was it just convenient because I wasn’t in it very often? I didn’t even want the damned thing at first, Bash was a mess and I needed to basically be on top of him 24/7.”
“Something like that. Did you really never notice?”
Shrugging, I loop my ring finger with his too. “No. Not until the tissues anyway, but I guess I was a little distracted. It’s not an easy job keeping both of you in line.”
He chuckles softly and moves our hands so every finger is laced together. “I bet. I couldn’t do what you do... neither can Carter.”
“I know. It used to really irritate me that I had to do his job for him, but... I like taking care of you. And since we’re in a confessing mood, I actually told the label that Carter was doing a great job so they wouldn’t fire him.
I was afraid if they brought in someone better, you wouldn’t need me anymore. ”
His grip tightens around mine. “Nah. I’d refuse a new handler. I only keep Carter around because I know he has nowhere to go. I don’t want him getting wrapped up in drugs anymore than he already is, but if they sent someone new? I’d make them quit. No one can take care of me better than you.”
My stomach squirms with hope that shouldn’t be there. This is just an arrangement, it’s not real... but it feels real.
“Do I need to start taking care of Carter too?” I joke.
“No.” It’s more clipped and stern than I expected, but there’s something in his tone that has my mind racing. Was that... possession? “If it was up to me you wouldn’t take care of Bash anymore either. I need you more.”
“Theoretically, it is up to you,” I say without thinking. “They’d give you whatever you wanted. Bash probably wouldn’t like switching, though. He doesn’t think very highly of Carter, not that he really needs a handler anymore anyway.”
I feel him nod against my shoulder as if his face is turned toward me now, but I continue staring at the ceiling like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. “I wouldn’t do that to Bash, I don’t know why I said that.”
I’d do it to Bash. Not two years ago, but now? He hasn’t actually needed me to do my job at all since he met Alaina. “Yeah, me either. Things are working the way they are.”
“Especially now.”
I finally turn to look at him and find his eyes closed, looking more relaxed than I think I’ve ever seen him.
There’s color in his cheeks again which gives me an almost irrational hope that he’s actually laying off the drugs, but it also might just be slight embarrassment.
Confessing is never easy, which is exactly why I can’t bring myself to tell him how I really feel or that each rose I have tattooed on my body is a reflection of a time he hurt me.
I have a feeling that’s one secret I’ll take to my grave.
“Well, you know that whether I’m your official handler or not, you can always call me.”
He hums, rolling onto his side to toss an arm over my torso and pin me there. “Publicly? Or behind closed doors?”
“You saw what happened when you held my hand on the bus,” I remind him. “Do you want to explain to all of them that we’re not together, I’m just accepting a third job on this tour as your fuckdoll and my payment is orgasms?”
After a moment he shakes his head. “Yeah, I hear you. I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
Now it’s my turn to do that, because for some stupid reason I thought if we ever ended up fucking, he’d realize he has feelings too, but he just confirmed again that’s not what this is.
I guess the confessions are over for today.
“I should go shower,” I say softly. “But I’ll come back about an hour before the show tonight in case you need more human connection. ”
It comes out sharper than I wanted it to and I can feel myself getting emotional, so I get up, throw his shirt on so it’s long enough to cover my ass, grab my clothes and let myself out.
I wonder if my tattoo artist is free.