143. Lazarus #2
My teeth scrape the lobe of his ear. “To string you up like my personal marionette.”
He growls a needy curse as I suck the lobe into my mouth.
“To tease you and torture you in equal measure until you fucking beg for me.”
His hips thrust against mine when my fangs graze the sensitive flesh of his throat.
“To fuck that sardonic, grumpy attitude away.”
I sit back on my heels guiding each of his heavy, muscular thighs to part wider, and I’m pleased to find that he’s neatly groomed–like me.
Curling one fist around his base, I hold his gaze. “And now you’re mine.”
Levi watches with held breath as I will a petite, glass, jewel-shaped bottle of lubrication into my free hand, depressing the lever on the bronze lid to carefully pour a generous amount directly onto his cock until it drips beyond his balls.
My hand curls around him to administer a few feather light strokes to his crown and frenulum. Levi gives a needy, whimpering moan.
“Fuck, Laz..."
A wicked grin of satisfaction parts my lips as I will the bottle away.
“What did I say?”
A mesmerized Levi’s gaze leaps from my hand still working over his glistening limb.
The anticipation I find there seems to make the slick noises between us that much louder.
It seems I’ve rendered my soulbound speechless.
“You’ve never been breached before have you?”
His throat dips even as his cock spasms and hardens further. “No.”
The possessive side of me trills at his admission, but...
“Not even with a toy?”
His lips press into a hard line as though trying to hold back a laugh. “I stole a woman’s butt plug once.”
My head tips back with full-body laughter, and he joins me.
The sound of which loosens something in my chest. Pries it free. Like a lock on a treasure chest shielding my vulnerability–my heart–and flings it into the aether.
“I love you.”
The cadence of my words belies my surprise at my own declaration.
Something in Levi’s gaze softens, eyes still crinkling at the corners from our shared laughter. He remains silent for a few moments, studying me.
Fuck, I’ve ruined it.
Revealed too much. Too much of myself. My mind. My heart. And just how too much I feel towards him. “It’s ok, you don’t have to say it back.” I return my focus to my now rapidly softening cock as I try to quell my shame, panic, and the desperate need to sink into the floor and–
Levi’s sonorous voice turns soft. Softer than I’ve ever heard it. Not in volume, but in tone.
“When my mind is lost..."
My entire being stills as his poem echoes in my mind—and makes me realize how foolish I’m being.
Gaze lifting to his, I see every ounce of the love I feel for him reflecting back at me through his eyes.
“Simply saying I love you fails to describe the depth of what I feel for you, but yes—I do. Wholly, irrepressibly, and without condition.”
My mouth is on his in the next moment, and I swear I hear fireworks going off somewhere in the far reaches of my mind. My soul, perhaps.
My cock slides against his, sending a tingling lick of pleasure through me. I reach between us to tease his tight ring of flesh, blessedly slick with lube.
Levi groans into my mouth as I slide the first finger in and begin gently working it in and out.
Sitting back on my heels, I give a low hum of pleasure as I watch Levi slowly come undone from the single digit as I caress his prostate through his wall, adding just a little extra oomph with a hint of my magic.
Shock widens his gaze briefly as a breath of air punches from his lungs. “Oh-my-fucking-god.”
A soft smile of anticipation teases my lips. “We’ve only just begun, darling.”
Lips parted on panted breaths, his heavy lidded gaze holds mine in a way that sends more of that sticky warmth spreading through my chest.
His hips begin to rock in counter to my finger, encouraging me to add another.
The sight of his untried hole stretching around my thick fingers makes my cock ache with need.
Cum slowly leaks from his cock as his body trembles.
I increase the pressure of my fingers to better milk his prostate.
“Look at what mess you’re making already, sweetheart.
” Wearing a look of something like confusion, his brows knit together and his hands ball into fists in his restraint. “Oh fuck, I’m... cumming?”
Satisfaction and adoration suffuses me as I get to watch Levi’s back arch, thighs parting wider, hips rising higher, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he experiences the long, steady, and fiery full-body wave of euphoria rising from the very tips of his toes to the crown of his head—the sort of climax that comes solely from stimulating this hidden, sacred part of him.
The leather of the straps at his wrists creaks as a low guttural moan of complete and utter surrender escapes him.
My voice is a low, possessive sound; the words spoken are cool.
Measured.
Matter of fact.
“You’re mine, Levi... In a way that no one else can obtain. Do you understand?”
Tendrils of my magic, cradle and caress his prostate as my fingers work his hole. Levi’s cock forges a steady, thick stream of cum through the many valleys of his tense abs, barely managing the words, “Fuck... Yes.”
I reply with a thoughtful hum, not entirely satisfied. “I want you to say, yes, sir.”
An appreciative grin curls a corner of my mouth as Levi nods and whimpers, “Yes, sir.”
His chest heaves as finally starts to come down from his peak. As though he’s seeing me for the first time, the expression on his face says many things at once.
Shock.
Bewilderment.
And even a hint of fear.
It’s the sort of look that settles upon you when something deep inside you has been irreversibly altered.
I am pleased.
Holding his gaze, I gingerly withdraw my fingers. “Shall I reward you now?”
Levi’s dick twitches in reply. Unlike a male orgasm that is stimulated externally, which requires a refractory period, an internal one doesn’t.
Wrapping one hand around my length, I administer a few cursory strokes as I allow him to catch his breath. “Have you ever taken a male in your mouth?”