Page 16 of Requiem Of Him (Of Solace And Sin #1)

I dip down and suck his neglected cock between my lips, pulling it between my teeth.

His hands find their way into my hair and fist the strands, pulling until my scalp burns as I sink my tongue beneath his cock, giving him one last nip of my teeth, and it earns me a shrill scream that warms my chest.

He squirms against me as I work my tongue inside him alongside my fingers, soothing the inflamed, reddened tissue.

His scream mellows into a staccato of moans as he floods my mouth and drenches my chin.

I pull my fingers from his hole, watching it clench around nothing while he writhes beneath me.

Not even bothering to wipe my face, I lean down and slant my lips over his, giving him a taste of himself, and he groans.

Levi's tongue finds my chin, his teeth nipping me until I move how he wants me, and he cleans my face. Broad, firm strokes of his tongue along my jaw, lips, and chin, heat settling in my groin and forcing my attention back to my cock, throbbing and heavy between my legs.

He swallows thickly around a moan he tries to stifle, but I rip it from his throat, his cock trapped between the knuckles of my middle and forefinger, and he screams so beautifully for me.

His abdomen concaves, and he dips his hips further into the mattress, trying to run from me, but I can’t have that.

My cock rubbed against the back of his thigh, and I nipped his bottom lip, “You can take it for me, Levi.”

A small mewl, almost a whimper, drips from his lips, and his eyes turn glassy and unfocused, but his body relaxes, legs falling open beneath me, and I lick into his mouth, tasting his cries.

His taste on my tongue is like a kill switch, emptying my mind until all I see is him—until all I feel is his heart beating for me.

I glance down between us, his cunt weeping and puffy from the abuse, and his cock throbbing so hard I can see it pulsing, almost quivering.

I use his slick that dripped between his ass cheeks to force my thumb into his asshole.

My fingers stretch him to the point of pain, but as I pull on his rim, his legs start to shake uncontrollably.

His body seizes, and I move between his legs, shouldering them apart and latch onto his pussy until his piss fills my mouth.

An almost earthy yet musky essence coats my tongue as I drink everything he has to offer, and I can’t get enough.

He was the only one I’d ever tasted like this, even when I’d been tempted by a partner in the past and no matter how much they begged, I’d only indulge it with Levi.

It’s bittersweet, trying to reconcile with myself that I made the right choice eight years ago to let him go just to have him like this beneath me, knowing I could be leaving him wide open to those who would rather see him six feet under than breathing by my side as the person he was always meant to be—my heart almost couldn’t handle it.

There isn’t much that could make me question my choices, but Levi would every single time.

Too many what ifs screamed in my mind, and if I let them get too loud, too painful, I’d lose everything, including him.

Many times, I’d wanted to cut and run, leave everything behind to bring Levi home, but the risks were too high, and he deserved to live—with or without me.

But now that I had him again, I refused to entertain what my life would be like without him.

It was a constant war within my mind, and eventually it was going to play out in front of me. It was just a matter of time.

But for now, my hands would stay glued to him if my lips weren’t already.

Levi lets out a sigh of relief and starts to draw his legs closed as my fingers leave his abused holes, his eyes drifting to mine for a moment before sinking closed.

He looks so peaceful like this, almost like a sleeping cat you ought not mess with, but I’m not done.

My hand comes down on his inner thigh, striking the soft flesh hard enough to leave a mark but also to bring his focus back to me. He yelps, pathetically, and a laugh rumbles in my chest. His hand comes up abruptly, and I lean out of his reach before it connects with my cheek.

“Oh, peach. You can do better than that.” I say as I snatch his wrist firmly, the tendons and bones rolling beneath his flesh. His emerald irises flare, and he shoots up from the bed nearly knocking me off balance, his chest heaving.

Before he has a chance to fix his mouth to say something bratty, I let go of his wrist in favor of his throat and squeeze, my thumb digging into his carotid.

He snarls, his lip curling, and I kiss him anyway.

It’s a mess of teeth and saliva, but he becomes pliant under my hands like an obedient little thing.

He goes willingly when I nudge him to turn over onto his front, and I can’t stop myself from kneading the soft expanse of his thighs, holding him in place for a moment.

His ass hikes up in the air, hips swaying while he looks over his shoulder, eyes burning with lust.

Unable to resist the sight in front of me, I bury my face in his pussy, nuzzling his saliva, piss-stained flesh, and inhale.

He starts to squirm, tilting his hips to get away from me, but I hold him there until I’ve had my fill of him.

I slowly lick around his cock before dipping my tongue inside him again, his tissue swollen and tender from the rough treatment I’d already given, and he tries to pull away.

I give him a light slap on the back of his thigh, and he settles against me, giving me access to him without complaint.

He lurches forward in surprise as my tongue circles his deprived asshole but chases the sensation when I go to pull away, and I laugh into his damp skin, making him groan from the unexpected sensation.

His rim starts to give under the pressure of my tongue, and I slide my tongue inside him—unable to stop myself, I groan along with him.

His hips start to rock against me when I start stroking his cock in time with my tongue fucking into his ass, and he’s right where I want him before I pull away completely, leaving him gasping at the sudden loss.

“Don’t get too comfortable. I’m not done with you yet, boy.” His body goes stock still, rigid beneath me before I even follow through with delivering another slap on his already bruised ass cheek.

I loosen my hold on him and let him fall into a heap.

He curls in on himself and averts his gaze.

This isn’t a drop like any I’d experienced before; this was something else entirely, and I don’t know if Levi was even conscious of what was happening now.

I wait for a moment, waiting for him to say something or to even look my way, but he clams up even further.

His body trembles like he caught a chill, and his breathing becomes thready, much too thin, even with his chest beginning to heave like he’s trying to pull in any amount of air he possibly can.

Rather than give him space, I curl myself around him, leg thrown over his hip and my arms pulling his body into me.

I whisper for him to calm his breathing, to count any random objects in our vicinity until his breathing evens out and he turns in my arms, burrowing into my chest. With the lightest touch possible, I stroke his side, hoping the repetitive movement can somehow ground him.

He looks up at me for a moment, his pupils dilated with welled tears lining his lash line and his scleras nearly beat red from the blood vessels agitated from stress.

It doesn’t last longer than a minute before he nuzzles into me, trying to hide from the world.

I don’t know how long we stay like this, but if he needs it, I’ll give it to him.

I was aware of how his father treated him before he ever came out, but he never told me anything about it.

..I just saw the bruises that he tried to place off as riding accidents and other bullshit excuses that never added up.

He was a flawless rider, and the bruises almost always looked like they were handprints seared into his skin.

Sometimes there were welts from the ring his father always wore.

Levi bristles against me, my hand stilling along his ribcage, and a whine breaks free from him when I start to pull away. He instantly wraps himself around my body to prevent me from moving, and I let him.

When lips wrap around my nipple, my body immediately jerks, and I look down to find Levi with his eyes closed and his mouth firmly suctioned to my chest, sucking and pulling until I groan.

Before I question it, I support his head right below his occipital bone, holding him closer.

I ignore my stiff length, cursing myself for getting hard while he's using my body to seek comfort.

My dick is beyond angry at this point, having ignored it for God knows how long now, but whatever is going on in Levi's head, whatever made him clam up, would always be more important.

My eyes sink closed while I allow him to soothe himself, hard-on be damned.

Tentative licks rouse me again, and the little fuck looks up at me, arousal flaring in his eyes. He knows exactly what he's doing and doesn't even bother to look guilty.

"Keep fuckin' with me, Levi, and you won't like where you end up by the time I'm done," I threaten, though it sounds weak to my ears as a groan creeps up my throat, and my hips rock into him.

Levi arches a single black brow then sinks his teeth into the oversensitive bud, earning a moan from me.

He pops off with a loud smack and licks his lips slowly like a cat who got the canary.

Cold hands wrap around my cock and give a firm tug, my body crashing into his for a moment.

He strokes my cock until precum stains his abdomen.