Page 18 of Requiem Of Him (Of Solace And Sin #1)

I shove my borrowed sweatpants down my hips just enough to get his attention and start stroking my cock to motivate him. I jut out my chin to remind him of exactly what I want and wait.

The hunger in his eyes is undeniable as he watches me fist my length, and I suppress a groan from working its way up my throat the moment he starts watching me.

What could I say? I’m a sucker for this man’s eyes to be on me at all times.

When he finally obeys, he takes his fucking time, torturing me as he eases down onto his knees.

He’s not modest, but he keeps his knees together and simply grins.

Soap is still lathered over his skin, dripping down between his thighs.

It's all I can do not to walk over to him and kick them apart so I can see every part of him on display for me.

Fuck it.

“You actin’ all shy ain’t gonna work with me, boy,” I murmur as I continue working over my cock without looking away from him for even a second as I make my way over to the shower. His grin grows wider somehow—completely maniacal and unhinged, just the way I like him.

For a moment, I stay rooted in place, leaning against the cool tile of the shower wall admiring everything he is.

I’d already seen every part of him, from head to toe, but it’s like I’m seeing him for the first time again.

He couldn’t be more perfect. The scar running down the left side of his face from a trail accident, the slight bump at the bridge of his nose from the time he’d got bucked from the same horse in his family’s arena, and somehow each piercing and tattoo flowed effortlessly down to the ones covering his boney feet.

Even the scars he was so afraid for me to see–whether he would admit to it or not, I knew he was terrified.

Every inch of him trembling as he stripped down in front of me, though he has nothing to be ashamed of, least of all with me.

And he should know by now I would remind him with words, with touch, everyday if I thought it would soothe his anxiety.

Faint scars etch into the skin of his chest beneath his pectorals—they’re subtle, hardly even there, but I know they mean more than that to him.

They’re not just haphazard. It wasn’t a decision he made irrationally.

He made it so he was able to breathe, able to look at himself in the mirror and know who he was looking at without any doubt in his mind that the person looking back at him is worth every loss, every sacrifice, he made to live.

He was as breathtaking then as he is now but having him on his knees for me when he’s whole and so sure of himself is more than I ever thought I would be capable of having when I finally laid eyes on him again.

Without a word, I kick open his legs and step between them, making him lose some of his balance, and he immediately recenters himself to stay upright.

His knees skid across the shower tile, squelching along the slick surface, but his cock is swollen and throbbing anyway.

I knew he loved humiliation, but I’d been careful yesterday not to send him running.

Now, he’s getting what he craves, and I have no intention of holding back.

My hand shoots out to grab his jaw, keeping his eyes on me.

“Never hide what’s mine from me again, peach.

I want unfettered access at any time, and I intend to keep it that way with or without your say,” I promise, just shy of threatening him.

The ligaments of his jaw tense beneath my hold, but I don’t ease up, not even a bit.

He whimpers, pitifully, as he strains against my legs still keeping his knees apart, preventing him from relief. His lip trembles while he looks up at me.

He looks so adorable when he’s frustrated. Like an enraged kitten, so small but ready to spit nails.

“Is that all you got? I thought you’d at least try a little harder than that to get what you want, but that was pathetic, peach.

I expected more from you.” I sigh, barely containing the laugh threatening to escape.

I want him to fight. I want him desperate enough that he’ll shatter into a million pieces when I finally give him just an ounce of reprieve.

Levi holds himself together a bit longer before making another weak attempt to force me to give in to him.

He tightens his thighs once more, and while it doesn’t get him anywhere near where he wants to be, it exhausts him enough to make him just a bit more pliant.

The grind of his muscle and bone against mine grounds me enough to drag this out a while longer than either of us wants.

A symphony of his heavy panting and whimpering echo off the marble tile while he struggles against me, and I can’t resist fisting my cock, stroking it over his face until he starts to thrash uncontrollably.

My little peach tries to get closer. A desperate moan meets my ears when I lean out of his reach, and a grin tugs at my lips.

His glassy half-lidded gaze lands on me, green eyes turning blue like an enraged tidal wave, and his brows furrow like he might have something to say just to be spiteful.

There’s a sweetness to his fight that I’ve never been able to get from anyone else, and it ignites something within me that I can’t quite place.

Even though I’ve been in this exact position with many other men, even women, something about it being Levi makes everything fall into place like it was always meant to.

“Now, I want you to listen to me very carefully, yeah?” Without hesitation, Levi nods, keeping his emerald gaze on me. “Keep your knees apart, put your hands behind your back and tilt your head back for me. Don’t move from where you’re kneeling. And always, keep your eyes on me, peach.”

I take a step back and study each movement, committing them to memory as he does as he’s told. He knows what’s coming. His body is already vibrating from anticipation, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have some level of doubt going into this.

I saw the way he reacted to Nyx, and it made me curious.

Hell, I watched him practically huffing the scent of me from Nyx’s sweaty, piss stained skin while he was holding him up.

I felt bad for the kid, but Alessio wasn’t planning on letting him go before each of us had a turn on him that night.

By the time I’d gotten my hands on him, I’d wanted to give him a break, but I knew better, and deep down I didn’t care enough to walk out.

Nyx was already high out of his mind by then after snorting multiple lines of cocaine Alessio had given him, but he was too agreeable, too compliant, for it to have ended with just the cocaine.

White residue dusted his nostrils as he’d been looking up at me while he’d drank every bit of what I’d given him like it was the first liquid to touch his lips in days.

Whether Alessio slipped him something else at any point before he arrived, I don’t know.

I didn’t fucking ask either. The impression I had was Nyx had consented, and it wasn’t my place to question Alessio.

When Jameson showed up, not a single person was surprised by the state of Nyx. Levi hadn’t been either.

Their nonreaction spoke volumes.

I never claimed to be a good man, and I wasn’t, but I never thought I’d question my own morals in favor of guaranteeing the safety of those I’d loved.

Alessio had me by the balls, and we both know it.

While Levi didn’t ask me about that night, I wonder what went through his head, if he knew what I’d done to keep him and my family safe.

And if he did, would he still look at me like I was worth something?

As I look down at him, in this very moment, I know I would sacrifice any piece of me if it meant he was still breathing, with or without me. I would do it every single time.

A slight blush creeps up Levi’s neck under the weight of my gaze, but he doesn’t say anything—he just waits.

The level of trust he seems to still have in me feels too good to be true.

I keep waiting for him to wake up and realize I couldn’t be a worse choice for him, that he deserves better than me, but I’m too damn selfish to even put the idea in his head.

I don’t even bother with a warning. Levi gasps as my piss hits his collarbone and his pupils dilate. I watch in rapt fascination as it trickles down his chest, meeting the beads of water from the shower, but it doesn’t satiate the burning need to mark him the way I so desperately need.

I want to curse the water for washing away any remnants of my scent on him. I want every inch of him to smell of me, leaving no one to question who he belongs to.

He doesn’t flinch as urine hits his cheekbones and drips down his chin—he chases it.

His pink tongue tentatively peeks out of his mouth before he tries to swipe up what remains and like he already knows what I want, he adjusts his posture without much movement and keeps his mouth open for me.

I rest my forearm on the tile above his head and shift my hips enough to fill his mouth with my cock.

He doesn’t suck, just holds my cock in his mouth while I flood his waiting mouth.

The convulsion as his throat works to swallow every drop of piss I give him forces him to suck, and my fist slaps against the wet tile as my cock hardens in the warm depths of his lush mouth.

Levi moans and the vibration along my shaft pulls a groan from me. It’s almost painful how hard he makes me every damn time. He doesn’t even have to try. It’s just Levi.

“Don’t waste it, peach. Every drop,” I say, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. I palm the back of his head, winding the messy black curls between my fingers and jerking him closer, my cock nearly bruising the back of his throat before pulling back as he swallows around me.

My hips drive forward until I meet resistance, and I wait a moment for his throat to relax enough to accommodate my cock.

With the last spurt of piss leaving my bladder to settle in his throat, I lean down to lick into his mouth, swirling my tongue around his and licking every inch of him I can reach.

The musky, almost malted essence of urine remaining on his tongue overwhelms my senses.

His teeth shutter, grazing the side of my tongue as I lick across his gums before sucking his lower lip into my mouth.

His chest heaves as he whimpers into my mouth, desperation bleeding into his thready cadence, “Cortland, please.”

I hum under my breath as I break away from him and give him one lasting stroke of my tongue up his chin, leaving him with a kiss on his forehead. “Mine.”

No longer holding him steady, he drops to the floor, gasping once more.

I watch as he curls in on himself, thighs shaking from the effort of holding himself together for me, his knees reddened by the individual honey-combed tiles digging into his flesh, leaving the pattern branded on him.

A sharp whine leaves his swollen lips. It’s almost shrill, deafening, but mellows after a moment.

I sink to my knees in front of him and pull his body into mine. His legs wrap around my waist while my hands knead the soft expanse of skin just above his hips bones, pulling him closer until there is no discernible way of telling us apart. We devolve into silence, observing one another.

In our reprieve, we linger. He doesn’t push for more even though I see it so clearly in his eyes—he’s aching.

“Please,” he sighs against my lips once more, his eyes red rimmed and glassy. “I need it.”

“Need what, hmm? Tell me, Levi. Use your words.” I muse, wanting his words. I need to hear it in his voice.

“Your mouth, cowboy.” His voice shatters on my name, his teeth chattering as he tries to get closer.

I place a hand on his chest, pushing against his sternum until his shoulders meet the tiled floor, carefully lifting his hips as his legs unwind from my waist. His eyes sink closed on a moan as I close my mouth over his pussy.

I flatten my tongue beneath his swollen cock, gathering salty fluid and swallowing him down.

His nails dig into my thigh, biting into the muscle as he shakes.

“Look at me or I’ll stop.” I threaten, his eyes snapping open at my roughened cadence.

Levi covers his mouth as he struggles to keep his on me, trying to dampen the sounds shattering the silence around us.

I push my tongue inside him and watch as he comes apart in my arms. His lashes flutter along his tear-stained cheeks, teeth sinking into his bottom lip and tearing at the soft tissue until a bead of blood came to the surface.

His cock pulses against my tongue, throbbing with need.

My mind goes quiet as I suck him into my mouth, listening to his whimpering turn guttural when I slide two fingers deep inside him and press against the front wall of his cunt.

I didn’t wait for him to adjust before grinding my knuckles into the soft tissue protecting his urethra until his screams took over and his legs began to shake, flooding my mouth for what felt like the hundredth time, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

He drenched my chin while I lapped up every bit of what I wrung out of him.

His cries grew weaker, hiccupping on a sob while I soothed the inflamed tissues. Beautiful.

I remove my fingers from his reddened hole and spread his puffy, swollen lips until his cock juts forward.

I wrap my lips around his cock, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitized nerves until he comes.

He whimpers and thrashes against me weakly.

Pitiful. He pushes back, thighs squeezing my head while he fights the excruciating pleasure.

As he comes down from the adrenaline, panic sets in, but I latch on and wait for his thighs to fall open once more.

As they relax, I lessen the suction I had on him and lick around his cock until he sighs into me.

A phone ringing shatters the silence that’s fallen over us, bursting the bubble around us.

I ignore it until it stops ringing, hoping Levi will ignore it as well.

An annoyed sigh leaves him, his knee glancing off my cheek while he pushes me away from him and struggles to stand.

I try to help him get on his feet, but I throw my hands up in the air when he swats them away. And the phone starts ringing again.

“It’s yours, Cortland. Get out of the shower.” He bites out, each word like a knife to the chest as he walks away from me.

The reality of our situation starts setting in faster than I want it to, but there is nothing I could do to stop it. Levi knew the score, and so did I. I just didn’t want to settle up.