Page 17 of Requiem Of Him (Of Solace And Sin #1)

A grin splits his handsome face as he swipes up every drop onto his fingers. I expect him to lick his fingers clean, but what he does instead would drive even the sanest man to his knees.

I watch his precum drenched fingers dip inside his pussy, mingling with his slick before he brings them back to his swollen cock. He strokes my cock in time with his own. His chest heaves as he sucks in a deep breath, his abdomen concaving and hips sinking further into the mattress.

"What was that, cowboy?" He exhales, his cadence shuddering as his body quakes.

His hand tightens almost painfully around my cock, nearly pulling my orgasm to the surface.

He abruptly lets go and snakes his hand to my balls, giving them a rough tug.

A wicked smirk plays on his swollen lips, and his knee connects with my ribs, shoving me off him until I end up on my back beneath him.

As my back hits the mattress, I frown at him, lips parting in confusion for a moment.

Levi straddles my waist, and he looks down at me, triumphant.

He looks like a damn angel. With no other warning, he pushes my cock inside his dripping cunt.

He opens up around me, inviting me in so easily, hot and wet.

I plant my feet on the mattress, and I snap my hips up each time he starts his descent.

He finds a rhythm, rising and falling on my cock, intent on breaking me.

My teeth set under the pressure mounting inside me while I stave off my impending orgasm that’s been creeping its way up since he grabbed me by the balls.

“You’re so quiet, baby. What happened, hmm? Cat got your tongue?” He teases, all while his voice is shattering on each syllable.

He sinks down on me, slowly, resting a hand on my chest for support and uses it to his advantage.

His cock grinds into my pubic bone, allowing him to deepen his pleasure without asking for more from me.

I watch as the angel I thought he looked like for a moment turns demonic, his pupils swallowing emerald, blackening his eyes, and the tendons in his neck sharpening.

My hands find their way onto his hips, gripping the supple flesh and pulling his body further into mine, his lips landing on mine.

I swallow his moan as his free hand encases my throat, and he squeezes, my pulse jumping in anticipation.

He sits back up, body quivering, and undulates his hips, pulling me in further.

His velvet walls cling to my cock, dragging against the swollen tissue, and he slaps my chest, biting his lip to contain the pitiful noises he can’t seem to get a handle on.

“What’s wrong, peach? I thought you could handle it.”

His movements come to an abrupt stop, and he clenches around me, effectively shutting me up, only hurtling me closer to my own orgasm.

He seems to sniff it out as my hips stutter, and he plants his left hand on my thigh, nails digging into the muscle just enough to distract me.

His other hand massages my balls, almost petting them, before he tugs them sharply—he's good at ruining orgasms it seems, the fucker.

I watch my length disappear inside of him, over and over. It’s hypnotizing to witness, and I don’t want him to stop. His body consumes mine so readily, like it was made for me.

He doesn’t bother with finesse. It’s messy and disjointed as he chases another orgasm, and my body is just here to facilitate it. He hasn’t looked at me once, his head thrown back, exposing the vulnerable expanse of his throat to me as more needy moans and whimpers float around us.

I keep my hand at the small of his back, and with the smallest amount of pressure, I tilt his pelvis into mine, forcing his neglected cock to absorb each slap completely each time I drive my hips into his.

His hand tightens around my throat, and his nails bite into my skin as his pussy clamps onto my cock, pulsing around me while he comes, drenching my cock and pelvis.

Levi’s head hangs between his shoulders, his eyes glazed over, and his ass rocks into me despite the duality of pleasure and pain igniting in his eyes.

The walls of his pussy tighten around me, spasming and pulling me deeper.

I grip his hips, holding him in place as I snap my hips up once more, making him take all of me.

A familiar tingling at the base of my spine is the only warning I have before I spill inside of him, groaning as my cum paints his walls.

His pussy slackens, releasing its hold on me, but I don’t pull out.

I stay inside him, not wanting to lose the connection.

He collapses in a heap on top of me, his damp breaths tickling my chest while he pants, unable to get his breathing under control as he comes down from the high. I rub his side, and because my control is shot at this point, I kiss his head, gathering him in my arms and turn over.

As his breathing evens out, I look down at him, memorizing every piece of him while he’s softened in my arms. It shocks me for a moment, him trusting me enough to allow me to see him in such a vulnerable state, but I’ll take it.

His warmth surrounds me, sleep sneaking up on me, pulling me into its depths until I surrender to it.

I jerk in my sleep, a buzzing vibrating through my sternum, needles pricking my chest repeatedly. Awareness claws at my mind, the sensation of being watched overwhelms my senses, but sleep pulls me back under as my body settles into the warmth of my bed.

Just a few more minutes. I need just a little bit longer before waking up to the nightmares around me.

A weight settles in my stomach like a ton of bricks, making breathing nearly impossible, heat flaring across my skin as needles dig into my chest again before releasing, only to sink deeper a third time.

My eyes snap open, light blinding me almost immediately before my eyes have time to adjust. The room is bathed in shadows and pre-dawn light where the curtains have been drawn by someone. Oxblood walls surrounded me, adorned with ornate frames and oddities on every manageable surface.

The realization hits me a second too late—I’m not in my hotel room; I never made it back to Atlanta last night. I was in Levi’s bed, basking in the comfort of his scent.

Amber eyes sear into me atop my chest, soft fur brushing against my skin, tickling my stomach.

Again, claws dig into my skin, ripping me open wider than they had before.

I stay perfectly still, my breathing slowing until the creature staring into my soul stops moving, and I wait for him to move first.

A dark chuckle meets my ears from somewhere in the room, but I don’t see Levi, at least not immediately. I look in the mirror hanging above the chest of drawers and see him leaning against the doorframe at the threshold of the en suite.

“Are you fucking scared of cats, Thierry? Seriously?” He jokes, his laugh grating my nerves.

“No, I’m not scared of them. I just don’t mess with them if I don’t have to.” I grumble like an errant child that had been caught doing something they ought not be.

He steps further into the room, his long legs eating up the distance until his thigh brushes the edge of the mattress, and he has the nerve to pet the creature still perched on my chest, completely unbothered by the predicament I’m in.

Levi coos at the devious bastard while he slowly blinks at me.

His purring radiates through my bones as Levi runs his fingers through his dense fur.

They’re so much alike when they receive affection, chasing it as soon as they get the barest amount.

I watch each time Levi starts to pull his hand away from the greedy little thing, but he immediately sought out Levi’s hand, not to be deterred.

“You’re staring, cowboy. Didn’t your momma tell you that was rude?” Levi says, his voice filled with humor. He lifts his gaze from the feline and meets mine head on, and his eyes soften for a moment before his walls erect back into place.

“Probably. Knowing her, she always had rules I never followed, so why start now?” He slaps my thigh playfully with the back of his hand and rolls his eyes, fighting the smile pulling at the corners of his decadent lips.

“Spade will keep you occupied, but do get out of my bed. I have things to do, none of which involve you.” With that, he leaves me and walks back to the bathroom.

Spade–that’s the little shit’s name–peers down at me before stretching his long body, clawing my chest yet again and making me gasp at the stinging pain. His long tail nearly whips me in the face when he jumps down, slinking off to who knows where.

I force my old bones to move and grab the first pair of sweatpants I find in his drawers, pulling them on quickly and following him into the bathroom.

He doesn’t acknowledge my presence while he undresses and steps under the boiling water, steam wafting its way through the spacious bathroom.

I watch as he goes through each step of what I assume to be his routine in the shower and wait for him to turn back around.

“You’re staring again. It’s unseemly at this point. You should be embarrassed.” He purrs, taunting me. It doesn’t stop him from glancing over his shoulder, his hand snaking its way between his thighs, cleaning himself while my eyes feast on every bit of naked flesh in front of me.

I was going to get him dirty again, but he was already in the shower, and I’m not complaining, especially when I get to watch the water slide over his flesh, washing away the suds that coat his body.

What started as a mundane task devolved quickly, sexual tension saturating the air between us.

He isn’t going to invite me in, but he knows he has me by the balls.

“Levi, get on your knees,” I say, my voice raspier than normal, even to my own ears.

He cocks his head to the side and arches a brow in my direction. “Can’t seem to control yourself, huh?” It wasn’t a question. We both knew it was a fact.