Page 46 of Perfect Storm (Toronto Thunder #1)

It wasn’t like they hadn’t had plenty of sex. They had—basically every night found them pulling their clothes off during a makeout session that ranged from sweet and gentle to hot and frantic.

Even though they weren’t exactly denying themselves, it didn’t matter. It was like the fire between them just kept getting stoked hotter, and this time Aidan had been the one to light the match.

“Fuck,” Levi groaned as his mouth slid down, mouthing at the stubble along Aidan’s jawline, then lower, to his neck, and then lower still, teeth grazing at his collarbone.

Aidan felt lightheaded and could only hold on—grabbing at Levi’s broad shoulders, warm and solid under the cotton of his T-shirt. He needed skin too. Wrenching his mouth away for a second, he pulled the shirt off and dug his fingernails in.

Didn’t care if they left marks. They’d fade by their next practice day or, if they didn’t, maybe Levi would wear them with pride.

“Gotta get you ready. I’m gonna just explode if I don’t.” When Levi pulled back, his pupils had swallowed nearly all the honey brown of his eyes and his expression was full of desperation.

Levi shucked his sweatpants on the way to the bedside table to grab the bottle of lube. Aidan watched him go, enjoying the flex of his ass and his thighs as he pulled his own briefs off. He couldn’t help the question that tumbled out of him.

“Why? You’ve done this before, yeah?”

“Sure,” Levi said, returning to the space between Aidan’s legs. “But I’ve never done it to you.”

Aidan wanted to ask more, wanted to interrogate Levi on exactly why that was. What was it about him that made Levi unhinged like this? And was it maybe the same thing that kept catching Aidan by surprise, that feeling lingering at the base of his stomach?

But before he could get his shit together to do it, Levi was pressing two wet fingers between his legs, not pushing them in but caressing with just enough pressure Aidan was already wild for him to do it.

He’d wanted it for so long. Couldn’t say that the guy he’d pictured doing this to him had always been Levi, but since July—since that first kiss—the guy in his fantasies had always, always worn Levi’s face.

Desire wore his pride down to practically nothing, and it felt way too easy to just beg. “Please, please,” he murmured.

“I got you,” Levi said. His other hand stroked Aidan’s thigh sweetly, almost possessively. Maybe Aidan was imagining that, a fever dream brought about by the white-hot desire surging through his blood, but he liked thinking it.

Liked being wanted this much.

The first inch of his finger that slipped into Aidan’s body made him swear. Forcing himself to relax, he felt more of it slide inside.

“That’s it,” Levi crooned. “You got this, baby.”

It felt the same as Aidan might’ve expected it to, but wildly different too.

He felt another pressing against the first, suddenly full in a way that made it hard to even catch his breath.

But that fullness slowly melted into pleasure.

Easy, languid, everything in him loosening.

Then Levi did something new, crooked his fingers, and Aidan was gasping with the sudden spiky thrill of it.

“God, yeah, that’s it.” Levi was still murmuring to him, talking him through it. Sweet words, sure, but sexy words too, about how good Aidan looked like this, and how much better he was going to look on his cock.

Aidan couldn’t quite get a breath now, desire flaring and catching fire inside him, and he hadn’t been sure he would like this, no matter how much he wanted it, but now there was no question.

Another finger nudged up against his hole and Aidan groaned.

“You can take it,” Levi coaxed. “One more and then you can have more.”

“Want it,” Aidan panted.

His cock was untouched, the tip bouncing against the planes of his stomach, leaving trails of wetness, and Aidan wanted nothing more than to reach down. Close his hand around it, let himself be taken by the force of his orgasm.

But he bit down hard on his self-control and kept his hands where they were—one curled around Levi’s shoulder and the other clenching in the bedspread like only its existence was keeping him grounded.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Levi said, voice rough now. “God, I want you.”

“Feeling’s . . .uh . . .” Aidan gasped as Levi’s fingers went deeper, harder. “Feeling’s mutual.”

“Good.” Levi sounded so smug, and it shouldn’t have been a turn-on, but at this point, it felt like everything about Levi was a turn-on.

Just looking at him in the morning, with bed head from the pillow and Aidan’s fingers, shirtless and drinking coffee in Aidan’s kitchen, made him want to drop to his knees.

That couldn’t be normal; Aidan didn’t feel even remotely normal about it. But then maybe this wasn’t normal. If it wasn’t, Aidan didn’t even want normal anymore.

Aidan gasped when Levi pulled his fingers out. “We should use a condom,” Levi said.

That seemed like the smart thing to do.

But Aidan shook his head insistently. “You said it. We’ve both been tested,” he insisted. “Come on.”

“Are you—”

Aidan kicked him with his foot. “I swear to God if you ask me if I’m sure, I’m sure. Come on, Banks, fuck me already.”

Levi squeezed his eyes shut and then he was pushing Aidan further up on the bed. Tucking a knee tight against his chest. “It’s uh . . .not as easy like this, the first time,” Levi admitted softly, gazing down at Aidan, “but I want to see your face.” He paused. “It’s such a good face.”

“Yeah,” Aidan said, because anything more was beyond him at this point. He’d used up the remainder of his coherency on the condom argument. Now he just wanted to get fucked.

Despite how thorough Levi had been with his fingers, it was a stretch when Levi slid into him for the first time.

“Fuck,” Aidan groaned, head falling back against the mattress. He wanted to keep looking at Levi, at the particularly warm look in his eyes, but it was almost too much.

“Just breathe.” Levi’s voice wobbled.

Aidan got it. When he’d first slid into Levi’s tightness, he’d just about died and gone to heaven. Not thrusting away immediately had been a serious test of his self-control.

But he’d hung on, just like Levi was doing now.

Levi pulled back a little and thrust again, grinding deeper, and Aidan gasped.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it.” Levi crowded in closer, the whole of his big body surrounding Aidan.

He’d never imagined he might like that, but he loved it.

“Kiss me,” he begged, with his last little bit of brainpower as Levi began to thrust quicker. “Fuck, you gotta kiss me.”

“I got you,” Levi said, and he did.

Levi’s kiss was intense and hot, lots of tongue pushing into Aidan’s mouth, kind of the way Levi’s body was currently sliding into Aidan’s like it was meant to be there.

Was it any wonder that Aidan felt like he was being possessed from the inside out? Like after this experience he might never be the same again, not after he’d finally, finally gotten this?

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Levi rasped out against Aidan’s mouth, barely kissing as much as them just breathing into each other’s mouth in a way that shouldn’t have been sexy but was unbearably hot anyway.

“I’m . . .” Aidan groaned again. His cock kept rubbing up against Levi’s stomach, against the hot muscled plane of it, and it was sending him closer and closer to the edge. He didn’t want to come and let this end, but it was beginning to seem like a question of if not when.

Levi’s cock was lighting him up inside, and every time he thrust, the hair of his happy trail pushed against him in exactly the right way.

“Yeah, baby,” Levi murmured and kissed him harder.

He’d apparently been erring on the gentle side of the spectrum, because then he really put his strength into it, and Aidan lost it three thrusts later, tilting his hips up, cock catching just the right way against Levi’s stomach, and he was gone. Coming harder than he’d ever in his entire life.

If this was sex, truly he got it now.

Why people would go to war for this. Would betray friends. Would fly across the country for a hookup.

Because when it was good, it was extraordinary.

Levi shuddered over him, mouthing at his neck, and finally his hips stuttered to a slow insistent grind as he worked them both through the remainders of their orgasms.

“Shit,” Levi groaned. “So good.”

That felt like an understatement and Aidan suddenly, stupidly, needed to know if he was downplaying how good it had been for him.

He was new to this. Maybe just getting your dick wet wasn’t the be-all and end-all.

“Just good? ’Cause I’m thinking like . . .worldview changing,” Aidan asked softly. He could hear the thread of worry in his own voice and hoped that Levi wouldn’t.

Levi lifted his head, eyes meeting Aidan’s.

Maybe he shouldn’t have worried. They were blown wide, and as Aidan looked at him, it felt he saw whole universes in Levi’s gaze.

“Uh, yeah? Same,” Levi said. He pulled out, a careful and tender hand on Aidan’s hip. Flopped over next to Aidan like he wasn’t worried about the state of the bedding. Like his mind had been so blown he couldn’t be bothered to even think about such an ordinary concern.

“But you’ve done this a lot.” Why was Aidan bringing that up? He ignored the surge of jealousy he felt, because it was stupid. But he was thinking it, wasn’t he? Surely he—a gay-sex newbie—couldn’t measure up to all of Levi’s legendary hookups.

But Levi nuzzled closer, lips against Aidan’s shoulder. He didn’t seem particularly perturbed by Aidan’s questioning. “Yeah, so? It’s not about the act, it’s about the person.”

For Aidan, it was definitely about the person.

Aidan nodded. “Yeah, um. Couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.” Even Mo, he didn’t say, but he hoped Levi got what he wasn’t saying.

“Good,” Levi said.