Page 7 of Stetson

Levi had pulled my hips down, granting me the delicious friction I needed. “We can talk specifics later if you want, but right now?” He arched into me, his cock hard against my own. “You finished your breakfast, so you get a reward. Stand up.”

I hastened to obey, and Levi guided me to lean back against the island, legs spread. My breathing grew ragged when He tipped my chin with a single finger until our lips touched. Sparks shot through my veins. My heart rate skyrocketed. I whined, tried to deepen the kiss but he pulled back, flatting a palm on my chest to hold me in place. “Relax, little one. I’ve got you.”

Little one. I hadn’t been called “little” anything in a long time, but my heart fluttered. Levi tucked into my neck, peppering kisses over the skin. Fingers slipped beneath my shirt and I gasped, unable to do anything but obey when he pushed the fabric up and tossed it aside.

Then he dropped to his knees.

5

LEVI

Goddamnthis boy was gorgeous.

From my position, I paused to appreciate the view in front of me. Stetson gripped the island hard enough to turn his knuckles white. He looked at me through heavy blue eyes, chest rising and falling, desperate for oxygen. Damp, blond hair fell into his face. I reached up, running a hand down his smooth chest until I landed on the waistband of his shorts. Sealing my lips over his stomach, I lowered the fabric. He moaned, arresting my attention. His eyes were closed, bottom lip fixed between his teeth.Perfect.

“You still with me baby?” He nodded and I reached up to pry his hands away from the countertop, guiding them to my shoulders. “I need to hear you, Stetson.”

“Yes.”

“Is this okay?”

“Yes,” he snarled, nails digging into my skin.

I bit back the urge to demand more, to hear him call me Daddy. There was plenty of time for that. If I took it too fast, he’d bolt. Instead, I whispered, “Good,” and prompted him to step out of his shorts. With his feet flat on the floor again, I reached around to grab his ass. The taut flesh easily filled both my hands. I sighed, blowing hot breath over his straining erection. Another noise made me look up. Stetson peered down at me with pleading eyes, silently begging for more.

I held him steady and helped him out of his boxer briefs. My mouth watered at the sight in front of me. Stetson was drop deadgorgeous, right down to the perfect cock bouncing in front of me. A drop of precome hung from his slit, and I lunged forward to lap it up. Not wasting any time, I used my tongue to trace the prominent vein running along the underside of his dick. The second he hit my taste buds, I knew I needed more.

The noises coming from his mouth served as fuel to keep me going. As if I’d want to do anything else. His breath hitched as I sucked his cockhead into my mouth, covering the distance with my hand. One of his hands twisted into my hair, holding me in place. Stetson writhed, and I loosened my grip enough to let him move.

The first roll was slow, calculated. When I didn’t stop him, he picked up pace. The dirty, erotic sounds were music to my ears. Stetson moaning and whining, the obscene slurping bouncing off the walls. Once I was sure he was steady, I shoved a hand into my underwear, the fabric already damp.

“Holy shit,” Stetson whimpered. His rhythm faltered, his hand clenched in my hair. I could feel him trying to hold out, but it was in vain. I swallowed around him, earning a bitten curse before, “I’m coming.”

Stetson crashed over the edge, his cock pulsing his release down my throat. I happily swallowed, only pulling off when he pushed at my shoulders. Resting my forehead against his hip, I counted my breaths and carried myself away from my own release. This moment wasn’t about me. I allowed myself a few seconds to gather my strength while Stetson combed his fingers through my hair.

“Sorry,” he panted, removing his hand. “I’ll stop.”

I shook my head against his thigh. “Don’t be.” I picked up that hand he’d dropped and pressed my lips to his knuckles. “You okay?”

He nodded, but with a simple raised eyebrow from me remembered himself. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He tightened his grip on my hand and helped me to my feet. His gaze dropped to my erection, and he smirked. He reached out, smoothing his hand down my chest, curling his fingers into the hair there as he trailed down my middle. I trapped his fingers before they slipped beneath the cotton. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

“I know you do, sweet boy,” I cooed. “But I’m okay. Why don’t you let me shower you off?”

It was a loaded question. Yes, I would have very much enjoyed sharing my shower with the pretty boy in front of me, but the first game of the season was only two days away. He needed to get to practice. I could have sent him on his way, but I wanted him to have the gratification of making the decision himself.

Stetson winced, but shook his head. “I should really get home to change before practice.”

Good boy.

“If you’re sure.” I leaned in, my lips wet and dick-swollen. This time, when he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, I allowed our tongues to twist together. I bent down to help him re-dress, pulling his phone from his shorts pocket. “Unlock it.”

He did so, then handed it back. “Call me when you decide what you want to do.”

“I—”

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