Page 15 of Requiem Of Him (Of Solace And Sin #1)

CORTLAND

‘Intoxicated’ Warren Zeiders

A scrap of fabric is all it takes to get me on my feet.

It perfectly bisected the two mouthwatering ass cheeks in front of me, making them look even rounder.

The black straps nearly disappear into the ink scrawled across Levi’s hips and flanks.

I don’t know what I was expecting to find beneath his clothes when he started pulling them off right in front of me, but this was so much more.

I wanted to take my time looking at every single detail of the artwork blanketing his skin to unravel even a fraction of who he’d become, but that was for another time.

Like a magnet, I can’t resist being pulled in his direction.

Before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m standing behind him, and it feels like déjà vu except this time I won’t be fumbling and rushing in the dark where everyone can see Levi come apart at the seams for me.

My hand dwarfs his hip as I pull him against me until my pelvis meets his ass.

An animalistic groan punches its way from my throat at the contact, and all I can do is ride out the pleasure and pain as Levi grinds into me.

After watching him strip down to nothing, my cock is painfully hard.

But getting even the smallest glimpse of his cunt made me feel like a starving man.

Even as I back off to find some relief, Levi chases the loss of contact like he can’t get enough.

My fingers intertwine with the strips of fabric resting on his hips, and I pull, watching my fingers and the skimpy material bite into his supple flesh.

The contrast of his skin against mine is unlike anything I’ve experienced. I can’t even begin to explain it.

Where mine is worn by necessity, his is worn by choice.

Levi could’ve chosen anything, but he still chose competing in some aspect of his life with the same level of risk and dedication while getting his hands ravaged by metal and gasoline.

It’s no secret I’ve had my share of partners over the years, long before Levi and after him, yet he’s always been the mold, the impossible standard, and he doesn’t even know it.

“Vi,” I manage between uneven breaths as I struggle to get my skyrocketing heart rate under control. “Fuck, what you do to me.”

It doesn’t make sense. No matter how badly I want to sink into him, I feel frozen.

There’s nothing holding me back in this moment other than the consequences.

Too many variables rolling around my mind to think straight, and Levi grinding into me like his life depends on it isn’t making it any easier to untangle the mess. A mess we’re the nexus of.

His head rests on my shoulder, exposing his throat to me.

Like a moth to a flame, I bury my nose in the delicate skin, inhaling until I can’t pull in anymore of his delicious scent.

My lungs burn while I attempt to hold as much of him inside me as I can, letting him brand me from the inside, before letting go.

Not to purge my system of him, but so I can go back as many times he’ll let me.

Not a day has gone by that I don’t miss his banter or his sharp tongue, but most of all I miss the way he always smelled of peaches, mint, and horses.

The smell had become so ingrained in his cells he couldn’t get away from it—now the rich essence of baled hay, grain, and leather was replaced by gasoline and nicotine.

Levi lets out a startled yelp as my arms band around his torso, lifting him off the ground, and I drag him over to his bed.

Without ceremony, I toss him onto the mattress still covered in sheets stained by cum and sweat.

It would’ve been depraved and utterly emasculating to most men, but I don’t give a shit.

Levi won’t be able to look at his bed and think of anyone other than me when I’m done with him—I’ll make sure of it.

He doesn’t bother with a facade of guilt or shame when he settles into the sheets. He just lets his thighs fall open, and I’m rendered speechless.

A glimpse wasn’t enough. Miles of creamy flesh unblemished, uninterrupted like a quiet morning before the world wakes up and wreaks havoc.

Closely trimmed, fine black hair dust the mound of soft flesh hidden between his thighs and I want nothing more than to bury my face in his crotch, suffocating on his scent.

His cunt drips with need as a tremor breaks out across his body while my gaze rakes over him. I study him, like I have so many times before, and it won’t ever be enough. Nothing inside me ever felt satisfied, even when Levi gave me what I wanted. I still want more. Crave it. Him.

My mouth waters at the very sight of him, his hardened cock jutted from his slit, swollen and flushed.

So pretty . He could easily ignore me, take matters into his own hands, but instead his hands remain fisted at his sides like the good boy I knew he could be.

It’s overwhelming—restraint and need at war within me.

“What are you waiting for, cowboy?” Levi taunts, his voice taking on a higher pitch as his frustration comes to the surface.

My pulse thrums, heart pounding. Control slips away from me, the edges of my vision blurring, narrowing as I stand between Levi’s waiting thighs.

He reaches for me, and I go willingly. His touch scorches my skin each time his nimble fingers brush against my abdomen while he pulls my shirt over my head.

It looks like he’s swallowed his tongue when he glances in my direction, doing a double take after tossing my shirt aside.

Levi’s eyes immediately fall to the brand on my left pec before stumbling over his words. “What the fuck?” He looks up at me in shock, mouth hanging open, waiting for some explanation. A tentative, unsure hand reaches out to trace the scarred tissue, his eyes turn blue from unshed tears.

“You never asked, baby.” I knew what he meant, but I wasn’t in the mood to get sidetracked, so I nudged his chin, closing his mouth before covering it with my own.

I can taste desecration on his lips, and it has never been so sweet.

I listen to his whimpering for a moment before swallowing them down until there is no protest left in him.

His tongue probes against my lips, and with no other warning he plunges his way into my mouth, reacquainting himself.

My jaw clicks the further he pushes into my mouth, covering every inch he can reach as though he’s trying to erase anyone who came before him.

I wonder if he realizes he’s doing it although it’s unnecessary.

We may have done this before, but there is a different significance now that neither of us would be ready to acknowledge any time soon.

What ifs plagued both of us, but I’d nurtured the level of mistrust Levi felt toward me.

Even as I grip his waist and lift, shifting him further up the bed until my body covers his with ease, I know he would run again.

His lips brush my jaw, teeth grazing the skin.

My cock twitches from the sudden pain and precum drips onto his thigh.

Without thinking, I swipe up the precum and shove my forefinger into his mouth just to chase it with my own, to get even the slightest taste of me on his lips.

He cranes into me and kisses me until the air in my lungs burns.

Chest heaving, I slip my hand between his thighs, dipping the same finger inside of him before spreading his slick over his cock.

I slot my forefinger and middle finger on either side and slowly stroke his cock until he mewls beneath me.

“Harder, fuck, Cortland,” he demands in a breathy tone.

“Say please, boy,” I purr, lips brushing over the shell of his ear, making him tremble against me.

Levi shakes his head and let out a cute, pathetic whine. I ignore him, lightening the pressure, only teasing the tip of his pretty little cock. He wrenches his eyes open, furious, and levels me with a glare.

“Say it.”

He huffs indignantly. “Please.” And rolls his fucking eyes.

I slap his cunt, making him squeal like a bitch and draw his legs closed. I shove his legs apart while he fights to keep them clamped together, caging him against the bed before doing it again. “Say it, Levi. Again.”

A whimper escapes him, and emerald irises snap to mine, his eyes red and glassy.

“Please.” He pleads again and again until I kiss his sweaty temple, soothing him.

I palm his pussy, grinding the heel of my hand against his cock and sinking two fingers inside of him.

I stretch him just enough, his cunt already sloppy and wet, before adding a third.

I massage his inner walls until he quiets a moment.

A tremor runs through his body, and he bows off the bed as I pull and press my fingers into the front wall of his hole.

He keens, his teeth sinking into his lip.

His cunt drips slick, but I want more. I grab the bottle of lube still sitting on his nightstand and pop the cap.

“Relax for me, peach.” I say, my voice dripping in lust. I withdraw my fingers from inside him and drizzle lube onto them before sinking inside of him again. He whines at the intrusion but presses into me. I add a fourth finger and kiss his neck, encouraging him.

“I can’t. I can’t, Cortland. Please.” He rambles, but I don’t let up. I watch as his breathing hitches, and he rocks his body slightly, but he doesn’t tell me stop.

Levi gives himself over to the pleasure and pain as my knuckles slip inside of him.

“So gorgeous.” The words fall from my lips without permission as I stare down at our connection, entranced by what’s in front of me.

His hole was clinging to nearly all of my hand, the inflamed tissue stretched, glistening and pulsing around me and trying to suck me deeper, and I couldn't tear my eyes away even if I tried.