Levi (21 page)

Levi sniffed, catching the scent of their favourite lube. He couldn’t look away from that spot—well, he didn’t until Lyndon spread his legs wider, causing his butt to spread, too. Then he saw Lyndon’s greased up little hole and damn near came in his pants.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Levi muttered as he took off his clothes. It would have gone faster, he scolded himself silently, had he taken his stupid boots off first. “Can’t think when you’re spread out like that, just waiting for me.” And he couldn’t talk in complete sentences and undress at the same time, either, it seemed.

Lyndon’s chuckle as Levi hopped around trying to keep from ass-planting on the floor did not help things any at all. By the time Levi got his boots off, he barely had the patience to kick his jeans down his legs. But no way was he fucking Lyndon the first time with anything between them. Marybeth had pointed out that none of the shifters contracted human diseases, not even a cold. Levi had wondered what they’d end up dying from then, but decided it was too depressing a thought to dwell on.

And now, he and Lyndon had discussed tossing the condoms just this morning after Marybeth’s little disclosure. Levi was glad he’d asked her about getting tested, and he wondered if she would be telling the rest of the family. He kind of doubted it. Marybeth kept things to herself for reasons no one else could divine, although maybe she didn’t want her shifter kin giving themselves away by going out and fucking indiscriminately without rubbers.

Something to worry about later!
Levi shut off his brain except for the horny part, which was plotting where to lick Lyndon first.
The curve of his shoulder? Or the divot at the base of his spine? The back of his knee—there’re too many choices!

When Lyndon grasped his cock at the root, Levi had his answer. He crawled onto the bed and gripped Lyndon’s chin, and kissed him like the smoking-hot, sexy man he was. Levi licked every bit of Lyndon’s mouth he could, drinking down the soft moans they both made. He sucked on Lyndon’s lips, the top first then the bottom. Lyndon’s breath became louder, harsher. He reached for Levi and Levi moved over him, straddling Lyndon’s hips in a wide sprawl, arching his back and lowering his chest to Lyndon’s.

Levi kept his weight on his elbows. He rutted and it felt so damn good, the way his cock rubbed alongside Lyndon’s. The way Lyndon moaned and undulated beneath him stoked every flame of desire burning in Levi. When Lyndon arched up, thrusting as greedily as Levi was, it nearly drove Levi out of his mind. He nipped Lyndon’s chin, then his Adam’s apple. Lyndon’s low groan passed through his throat, the sound vibrating against Levi’s lips.

Lyndon’s grip tightened on Levi, his claws sharp and black. The licks of pain spiked Levi’s need higher. He lifted his head and peered into Lyndon’s eyes. “What do you want? Gentle and—”

Lyndon’s growl cut him off. “You know what I want! You’ve been too careful the past two weeks! Stop holding back.”

It was true, Levi had been afraid to scratch Lyndon or bite him, not after he’d been torn up like he had.

“It’s different with you,” Lyndon told him, cradling Levi’s cheek. “It isn’t anywhere near the same, you have to believe that.”

And Levi did, because the need in Lyndon was so strong it was pounding into him. Instead of answering verbally, he grinned then slid down and bit Lyndon’s nipple. The raspy hairs tickled his lips, but the shout the bite drew from Lyndon was priceless. Levi pinched and pulled at the other nipple while he tongued and nibbled the first.

Lyndon grabbed Levi’s hair. “Stop, oh God stop before I come all over the place!”

Levi stopped then immediately slid down lower and sucked Lyndon’s fat dick into his mouth. Lyndon’s shout had to have been heard all the way to Holton. He bucked and clutched at Levi’s head, holding him in place. Levi hummed around the cock filling his mouth as he fondled Lyndon’s balls. He tugged on the tufts of hair, eliciting more delicious sounds from Lyndon. Levi tongued up Lyndon’s length, flicking at the sensitive bundle of nerves on the underside of his crown. What sounded like a whimper slipped from Lyndon’s lips. Levi flicked that spot again and got the same sound, which delighted him so much he did it had to repeat the move a few more times.

He dragged his cock against Lyndon’s leg, humping, rubbing, a little friction to help ease his own need. Then he dove back down on Lyndon’s dick, not stopping until he had Lyndon’s pubes poking at his nose. He slid a finger into Lyndon’s lubed ass, something he’d done almost every time they’d made love. Lyndon wasn’t big on slow and easy, not when it came to being penetrated by Levi’s fingers.

Another bob of his head, then Levi pushed a second digit into Lyndon. He swallowed around Lyndon’s cock, the tip buried in his throat, and Lyndon went off like a firecracker, shouting and bucking, cum spurting from his dick. The silky constriction of Lyndon’s ass around Levi’s fingers made it necessary for him to reach down and pinch the base of his own cock before he ended up climaxing as well.

Levi closed his eyes and he kept suckling Lyndon’s dick, trying to keep what little control he had left. He massaged the spongy gland in Lyndon’s ass once he could move his fingers again. Lyndon’s cock stayed hard although he wiggled and pulled at Levi’s hair again.

Levi backed off enough to raise his up and let Lyndon’s cock slip from his mouth.

“Too much,” Lyndon explained, pressing his cock against his stomach.

Levi’s lips quirked as he slid his hands under Lyndon’s ass. “How about this?” He spread Lyndon’s cheeks with his thumb, exposing Lyndon’s fluttering hole more. “Pull your legs up for me.”

Lyndon’s breath stuttered but he hooked his hands around the back of his knees and hitched his legs to his chest. The move opened him further, and tipped his ass up, two bonuses. Levi delved in, lapping at the lubed ring. The cherry flavour was kind of appropriate, he thought, though he wished now they weren’t using any lube just yet.

Next time, I’ll taste just him.
Lyndon jerked, his butt clenching. Levi speared his tongue into Lyndon’s hole and moaned at making one of his fantasies a reality. He liked getting fucked, loved it, and he certainly loved it when Lyndon rimmed him—but damn, he’d missed doing this, and doing it with Lyndon was tipping Levi into a euphoric state he hadn’t yet been in.

Levi tongue-fucked Lyndon until his jaws ached and Lyndon was a squirming, begging mass of need.

“Please, please, Levi! Please fuck me,” Lyndon rasped, holding on to Levi’s hair as if he were afraid Levi was going to disappear.

Levi’s dick was so hard he was afraid he’d come before he even got the head in Lyndon’s ass. Still, he was damn sure going to try. He sat up and swiped his mouth off on the back of one hand then hooked his arms around the tops of Lyndon’s thighs. One good tug and he had Lyndon’s ass in his lap. Levi didn’t hesitate. He lined up his cock and pushed in. Heat enveloped his dick in a velvety smooth grip. Levi couldn’t stop the shout any more than he could stop shoving into Lyndon’s heavenly vice. Lyndon’s cry and the way he tried to rock his hips into Levi’s lap was almost Levi’s undoing.

“Lyndon—” Levi gave up on talking when pleasure rolled up from his balls, suffusing his nerve endings with the sensation so intense it bordered on painful. He thrust into Lyndon’s opening, not stopping until his balls slapped Lyndon’s ass. It was maddeningly good—almost perfect, except—

Levi hooked his arms around the backside of Lyndon’s knees and hitched them up as he spread his legs. He stretched out on top of Lyndon, his knees wedged beside Lyndon’s hips. The change in position gave him more depth, and Levi held still as he looked down at Lyndon.

“Move,” Lyndon ordered, which was what Levi had needed to hear.

He didn’t start out slow and gentle, knowing by the way Lyndon’s claws were digging into his shoulders gentle wasn’t what Lyndon wanted. Fast and hard, as deep as he could get, Levi fucked Lyndon, the force of his thrusts shoving Lyndon up the bed. Levi pressed on Lyndon’s legs more and grabbed Lyndon’s shoulders from underneath. He tried to keep his claws from scratching, but Lyndon’s snarl snapped him out of the protective mode he’d fallen into. Lyndon neither wanted nor needed coddling when it came to sex. Neither did Levi.

Claws pricked skin, then dug in deeper. Levi slammed into Lyndon’s ass. Lyndon gave as good, leaving a trail of scratches down Levi’s chest before reaching between them to fist his cock. Lyndon began pumping his length while curling his other hand around Levi’s arm. Levi knew he’d have more scratches there, and it made him ram his cock in harder, faster, Lyndon’s curses and claws demanding more.

Levi let go of Lyndon’s shoulder. “Put your legs around me.” Lyndon did, digging his heels into Levi’s ass. He lowered himself enough so he could tip his head and find the sweet spot where Lyndon’s neck met shoulder. Levi licked the spot while he buried his hands in Lyndon’s hair. Lyndon shuddered beneath him. Each jerk of his hand brought Lyndon’s fist in contact with Levi’s stomach, not painfully so but forcefully enough to remind him of exactly what was happening down there. Lyndon tightened his legs and pulled his hand out from between them, pressing Levi down. Levi thrust, delighting in the way Lyndon’s cock was pinned, knowing he was providing the friction to it and would drive Lyndon out of his mind very soon.

Nuzzling the place he’d picked out, Levi fucked Lyndon harder with each stroke. He felt the beginnings of his orgasm in small but increasing waves of electric sparks flitting up from his dick. A flush raced over his skin, warming him, and a tide of ecstasy began to roll through his body. Levi tried to hold on, wanting to wait until Lyndon came, but the tight sheath around his dick and the taste of Lyndon’s skin was too much. He pushed his face against the place he’d licked, then bit at the same time the first jet of cum shot from his dick.

Lyndon’s immediate cry just barely preceded the hot, wet spunk that splattered onto Levi’s stomach. His dick squeezed tight by Lyndon’s constricting inner muscles, Levi’s hips stuttered and he whimpered as he came in Lyndon’s ass. Lyndon’s hand stilled between them and Levi pumped the last bit of cum from his dick. He lifted up on his elbows and tried to see the mark he’d left, but his vision was hazy and his head too heavy to hold up.

“Hand,” he managed to mutter before he collapsed on top of Lyndon.

“God, Levi that was…” Lyndon huffed and Levi was hugged so hard he almost had to protest. “I can’t even describe it. And when you bit me, oh my fucking hell, it was like—”

Levi snorted. Who knew Lyndon would be a chatty bottom? Levi was so fucked out he couldn’t hardly breathe, for shit’s sake. Still, he listened while Lyndon went on about how ‘unfuckingbelievebly good’ their mating had been. Levi might have even glowed with the effusive praise.

Later, once Levi’s brain cells had decided they weren’t totally fried, he sat beside Lyndon, their backs supported by the headboard. They finished off the sandwiches Lyndon had made. Levi was still trying to figure out where Lyndon had found the energy to get up and make the sandwiches.

Lyndon set his plate on the floor then cleared his throat. Levi felt the nervousness coming off the man and wondered what was wrong. “Did I do something wrong after all?”

“No, not at all.” Lyndon grinned at him for a few seconds. “You did everything very right, I thought I made just how right abundantly clear. This isn’t about sex, it’s about what Albert said, about there being more of our siblings out there. Will my father find them, try to pit them against each other since Albert is dead? I just keep thinking about it. I don’t have the slightest idea of who they’d be or where they’d be, but it worries me.”

 
Levi had thought of that too, but in truth, he couldn’t figure out how to discover if Lyndon had any more brothers or sisters. Lyndon’s father hadn’t even been named on his birth certificate, and Levi would bet Cole Tavares did the same with any other kids he might have had out of wedlock. It didn’t really leave them any clues, or any easy way to look, and asking Lyndon’s father was definitely out of the question.

“I suppose all we can do for now at least is wait.”

Lyndon nodded. “Yeah, I suppose so”

Levi set his plate down and Lyndon pulled him closer. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of this; cuddling and fucking and making love. Then there were all the little things, sharing the bathroom mirror, bickering over who did the dishes. It was as close to perfection as he could have wished for.

Levi closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek on Lyndon’s chest. Lyndon purred, a sound Levi didn’t hear from him often, which made it all the more special. When Lyndon stopped, Levi cracked open his eyes. “What’re you thinking?”

“I’m thinking, this is more, you’re more, than I ever thought I’d have. And I wish I had your talent. I’d carve you just like this, curled up to me, looking warm and content, looking like home.”

“Oh.” Levi blinked, a little stunned by Lyndon’s admissions. Then he wanted to smack himself for not responding with something more eloquent than ‘Oh.’ Levi kissed Lyndon’s chest. “I’m sorry. You just, you blew me away, Lyndon, and I don’t even know what to say. You’re incredible, inside and out, and I sound so lame, but I—” Levi swallowed when he ran out of words. He cleared his throat and murmured, “Just don’t leave me, okay? If you feel like you have to roam, take me with you.”