Chapter FifteenRomance
Chapter Fifteen:
Romance
Sidney
I’m so fucking horny and desperate to come that I think I’m sweating. Every little movement, every dance move, every shift reminded me that my ass was stuffed full, and then that reminded me that I’m finally going to have Levi fully tonight.
Well, not fully. I won’t be able to kiss him and something tells me I’ll be the one giving aftercare thanks to the drugs in his system, but it’ll be as close to the real thing as I’ll probably ever get with him.
This isn’t how I pictured it, but if I waited for him to open his eyes and fall in love with me, we wouldn’t get together until our deathbeds.
He wants to use me, so I can use him too.
With that in mind, I waddle back to his trailer and knock with my heart somewhere in my throat and my cock so hard I can’t see straight. “Lee? Are you in there yet?”
When the door flies open, his hair is still wet from his shower, but his eyes seem more alert than they did before the show. Does that mean he didn’t do anything else?
“I’m going to have to get you a key. Get in here.”
He tugs me in by my shirt and immediately backs me up against the closed door, his lips ghosting along my neck as he presses his body against mine. He isn’t wearing anything but boxers, so just this act alone has me feeling everything.
I guess we’re getting straight to it. “A key would be good,” I gasp out, whimpering when the plug shifts again. “You were amazing tonight.”
“That was for you.” Kissing my jaw, he backs up slowly and beckons me forward. “And I’ll get you that key before you leave.”
My feet move before I consciously decide to move forward, following him like a lost, horny puppy. “You’re not disappointed that you have to skip the afterparty?”
“Not even a little bit.” It’s hard not to believe him when he says it so matter-of-factly. “Are you?”
I only ever went for you.
I want to say it, I do, but I have to remember what this is. Fuckdolls don’t have emotions, they have orgasms.
“No, I’m not.”
“Good.” When I reach him, he grips my hips so hard I gasp, but he lets go almost immediately to pull my shirt over my head and strip me. “How did it feel for you while I was playing?”
“Surreal,” I admit, grunting as he helps me out of my pants. “I’ve seen you play hundreds of times and it’s always good, but knowing I was finally the one you’d be with after?” Fuck, I shouldn’t have said finally. “I mean... Good, it felt good.”
“It felt surreal for me too,” he admits as he stands up straighter again, and when he reaches up to tug my head back by my hair, my cock twitches. “Knowing you had a plug in... knowing it was for me. Fuck. I could hardly focus.”
His other hand ghosts its way behind me to press on the plug, and my cock jerks so hard it smacks him.
“Levi, I’m dying,” I whimper. “I’ve never worn one this long before.”
“No?” In seconds, I’m being tossed onto his bed and his boxers are hitting the floor. “Spread for me. Let me see.”
Every part of my body comes violently to life, reminding me of things I haven’t felt in years. I’m not recommending that you fall in love with someone who keeps you on the back burner for years, just simply stating that when you finally get them, the feeling is unmatched.
Letting out a breath, I lift my legs and spread them so he can see the little green jewel peeking up at him. It’s almost the same color as his eyes.
“Goddamn, Sidney. Do you even know how beautiful you are?”
He reaches out to hold my cock as he leans in to lick my balls, making me gasp and clench around the plug. “Maybe. Feel free to keep telling me though.”
Chuckling, Levi sucks my cock into his mouth and teases the plug, pulling off to mutter permission before he goes right back to taking me apart with his mouth. “Come for me, then you can have my cock.”
I’ve been teased this fucking long, what’s a little longer? Growling with a little bit of desperate frustration, I roll my hips and grip the sheets on either side of me. “Do you promise?”
After a quick nod, Levi groans when I hit the back of his throat, and as he slowly pulls the plug from my ass I have to remind myself that Levi is different. My orgasm doesn’t have to come last with him, and he’s already proven it’s okay for me to have more than one.
The weird sense of security that gives me helps me get out of my own head, and it only takes a few more seconds to let go for him.
His eyes lock with mine as he swallows me down, and when he pulls off of me, he shows me more cum on his tongue before he swallows that too. He replaces that plug with his fingers, teasing me even more. “I don’t know how you taste so damn good.”
If he doesn’t fuck me in the next five seconds, I’m going to hit him again.
“I don’t know, but I need you. Please. I’ve just had five hours of prep, I’m ready.”
“I just wanted to feel you.” He winks at me as he pulls his fingers out and grabs lube from his nightstand. “Say please one more time.”
“Levi, please.”
I don’t think I’ve ever sounded so desperate in my life, and it works. Levi visibly melts and immediately climbs on the bed, his cock rock hard as he lubes himself up.
“I want you like this.”
And I want him however I can get him. I’ve pictured this moment a thousand times in dreams, fantasies, and nightmares, but it’s never been this intense. This real.
“So take me, Lee. I’m all yours.”
His eyes briefly flutter closed like he felt those words, and when they fly open I see nothing but raw desire burning inside them. “Mine.”
He braces one hand next to me and lines himself up, and when the head of his cock touches me for the first time, I try to memorize every feeling. It’s better than my fantasies, better than any of my dreams, because it’s real. Real and hot and... oh god, he’s so much bigger than that plug.
Gasping, I reach out to touch him as he slides deeper. “Don’t stop. I want it all.”
“You’re so tight, baby boy.”
His breathing is labored as he continues to sink inside, and I feel him trembling as though he’s fighting the impulse to bottom out in one thrust because he doesn’t want to hurt me.
It’s almost surreal after all the pain he’s caused me outside of the bedroom, and especially after all the times I’ve told him I like a little pain.
Pressing down on my lower stomach, I wrap my legs around him and nearly break my last rule. I want to kiss him so bad it’s fucking maddening.
Instead, as Levi finally bottoms out, I trail my lips down his jaw to his neck.
“Fuck,” he growls, head tilting to the side to give me more access. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined this?”
Not as many times as me, but before I can say that Levi starts a slow, deep pace that has my eyes rolling back.
“How- how many?” I gasp, biting a little harder on his collarbone. Maybe it’s stupid, but I need to hear him say it.
The sting of pain makes him grunt and slam into me harder. “Too.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Many.” Thrust. “Multiple times a week since I first laid eyes on you.”
Each thrust becomes more brutal than the last, and after that admission, Levi sits up to wrap both hands around my throat so he can fuck me even harder.
My cock slaps off my stomach in the most deliciously tantalizing way as the blood flow slows to my brain. This is stupid, I should tell him how I feel. I should. But I haven’t had enough of him yet and if it goes badly, I’ll lose him forever.
I will tell him. Just not yet.
Pushing into his hand, I rasp, “Harder,” as he picks up speed. “Ruin me, Lee.”
“Yeah? You want me to ruin you, doll?”
Levi slaps my cheek and wraps it back around my throat so quickly I blink in surprise, but it feels so goddamn good I think I die a little.
Most guys hesitate or pull back because they don’t believe me when I say I like it, but not Levi. “Fucking perfect,” I mumble as my cock leaks on my stomach. “You’re perfect.”
That brings a smile to his face. Despite how gorgeous Levi is, he isn’t called perfect often. “You liked that, didn’t you, beautiful?”
This time he slaps the head of my cock, making me clench, and I swear I see stars. “Yes. I deserve it, don’t I? I’ve been teasing you for years.”
“Such a fucking tease.” He slaps my cheek again and grips my jaw. “Open.”
When I do, he spits down into my mouth and I swear I fall in love all over again. My hand flies to my cock to squeeze it as it throbs, but I don’t stroke. I don’t need to.
Swallowing his spit, I smirk up at him as I show him my tongue. “All those nights I fucked myself thinking of you instead of just letting you have me. How dare I?”
“How fucking dare you.”
I’m already addicted to goading him because I’ve never seen him this way before.
Angry, sure, but this is something else entirely.
His bright green eyes are almost manic as he fucks me, wide like he doesn’t want to blink and miss even a second, and when he grabs my nipple and twists it I nearly come.
But not yet.
“I won’t do it again,” I promise breathlessly, squeezing myself harder. “Unless you’re busy.”
“I’m never too busy to fuck you, baby boy.
I don’t want anything in this ass but my cock.
” His fingers dig into my hips as he pins me down to take it, and every thrust sends me a little closer to the edge.
I’m throbbing in my hand, stuck in that delicious limbo as his name falls from my lips over and over again.
“I — oh, fuck, I need to come.”
Levi’s hips still, his cock buried deep inside of me as he tilts his head.
His cheeks are flushed, hair is a mess, but somehow he’s never looked more beautiful.
Or menacing, and I don’t know what that says about me.
“You want to come? That didn’t sound like you were asking for permission, Sidney.
It sounded like a demand. Are you in a position to demand, doll? ”
He slaps my hand off my cock and squeezes it himself, harder than I was. It makes me clench so hard even he grunts, but I love it.
“I wasn’t demanding, just communicating,” I moan, wishing he’d say my name like that again. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
“You’ll be a good boy for me?” My eyes flutter closed until he pops my cheek again and grips my face. “Eyes here. Watch me take you apart.”
Good boy, needy boy, desperate boy, dirty boy, I’ve been all these things for him for years, it’s just nice that he’s finally an active participant instead of a grainy image in my mind. “Is that what you want, Lee? You want me to be a good boy?”
“Only for me. Give the rest of them hell.”
Sitting up, he puts my legs on his shoulders and starts fucking me again, watching my neglected cock bounce with every thrust. Each time it slaps my skin, it makes me whimper, but I stretch my arms over my head to show him how good I can be.
“Look at you.” His cock throbs inside of me. “Fuck, Sidney. You want to come?”
More than anything, but if I come again, he might too, and then this will be over. He says he’s not going anywhere, but is he? What happens when this is out of his system?
I try to stop the panic from crossing my face, but don’t think I succeed, so I bluff. “Yes,” I gasp. “It hurts, Lee. Please let me come.”
I must be convincing enough because he nods feverishly and softens. “Come for me, baby. Come with my cock buried in your ass. Eyes here,” he repeats, like anything could make me look away.
He’s right, it’s his cock inside of me. His hands pinning me down, his spit in my mouth, his eyes devouring me. Not someone else. Not someone who thinks he needs other people to keep him satisfied.
Him. Levi.
And he’s not wearing a condom.
The thought of Levi Cross coming inside of me takes hold so hard, I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm this powerful.
It leaves me spent and practically in tears, and as anticipated it makes him lose control.
How relentlessly he fucks me as he chases his release fulfills all of my fantasies, but that’s nothing compared to the way he moans my name when he finds it.
Levi groans, burying himself so deep I cry out, but from this position I feel every single throb of his cock as he fills my ass to the brim.
I get so close to kissing him our lips brush, but I pull back even though it makes my chest ache.
I should just tell him to screw that rule, because while yeah, I want to save something for the man who actually falls in love with me, Levi will always be the exception to every rule I have.
When this ends, will I ever forgive myself for not kissing him?
Probably not, but I already know it’ll turn into a twenty minute conversation of ‘are you sure?’ and ‘are you really sure?’ because even though I already gave him cart blache to fuck me whenever and however, he still asks permission before he touches me.
“Finally,” I whisper instead, a sated, lazy smile on my face.
Nodding, he tucks his face into my neck and places a trail of kisses along it as he catches his breath. “Finally,” he parrots. “And I’m far from fucking done with you.”
My stomach squirms with hope and relief, but also a little trepidation.
I’ve been so worried about Levi getting bored or changing his mind that I never stopped to admit to myself how much harder it’ll be for me to walk away now.
I couldn’t even manage to get over him before I ever touched him, but now?
No one else will ever be good enough.
“Can I stay for a little bit?” I ask almost too quietly. “Please?”
“You better. I still gotta get you clean and hold you until you fall asleep.”
My heart skips a beat. I’ve been on the business end of many of Levi’s excursions and he’s never bothered to take care of anyone after. He comes, they leave, end of story. I expected the same treatment, but there’s nothing but desire in his voice. This isn’t just for me, he needs it too.
Maybe I should just tell him.