Page 117 of Perfect Storm
Aidan felt lightheaded and could only hold on—grabbing at Levi’s broad shoulders, warm and solid under the cotton of his T-shirt. He needed skin too. Wrenching his mouth away for a second, he pulled the shirt off and dug his fingernails in.
Didn’t care if they left marks. They’d fade by their next practice day or, if they didn’t, maybe Levi would wear them with pride.
“Gotta get you ready. I’m gonna just explode if I don’t.” When Levi pulled back, his pupils had swallowed nearly all the honey brown of his eyes and his expression was full of desperation.
Levi shucked his sweatpants on the way to the bedside table to grab the bottle of lube. Aidan watched him go, enjoying the flex of his ass and his thighs as he pulled his own briefs off. He couldn’t help the question that tumbled out of him.
“Why? You’ve done this before, yeah?”
“Sure,” Levi said, returning to the space between Aidan’s legs. “But I’ve never done it toyou.”
Aidan wanted to ask more, wanted to interrogate Levi on exactly why that was. What was it about him that made Levi unhinged like this? And was it maybe the same thing that kept catching Aidan by surprise, that feeling lingering at the base of his stomach?
But before he could get his shit together to do it, Levi was pressing two wet fingers between his legs, not pushing them in but caressing with just enough pressure Aidan was already wild for him to do it.
He’d wanted it for so long. Couldn’t say that the guy he’d pictured doing this to him had always been Levi, but since July—since that first kiss—the guy in his fantasies had always,alwaysworn Levi’s face.
Desire wore his pride down to practically nothing, and it felt way too easy to just beg. “Please,please,” he murmured.
“I got you,” Levi said. His other hand stroked Aidan’s thigh sweetly, almost possessively. Maybe Aidan was imagining that, a fever dream brought about by the white-hot desire surging through his blood, but helikedthinking it.
Liked being wanted this much.
The first inch of his finger that slipped into Aidan’s body made him swear. Forcing himself to relax, he felt more of it slide inside.
“That’s it,” Levi crooned. “You got this, baby.”
It felt the same as Aidan might’ve expected it to, but wildly different too. He felt another pressing against the first, suddenly full in a way that made it hard to even catch his breath. But that fullness slowly melted into pleasure. Easy, languid, everything in him loosening. Then Levi did something new, crooked his fingers, and Aidan was gasping with the sudden spiky thrill of it.
“God, yeah, that’s it.” Levi was still murmuring to him, talking him through it. Sweet words, sure, but sexy words too, abouthow good Aidan looked like this, and how much better he was going to look on his cock.
Aidan couldn’t quite get a breath now, desire flaring and catching fire inside him, and he hadn’t beensurehe would like this, no matter how much he wanted it, but now there was no question.
Another finger nudged up against his hole and Aidan groaned.
“You can take it,” Levi coaxed. “One more and then you can have more.”
“Want it,” Aidan panted.
His cock was untouched, the tip bouncing against the planes of his stomach, leaving trails of wetness, and Aidan wanted nothing more than to reach down. Close his hand around it, let himself be taken by the force of his orgasm.
But he bit down hard on his self-control and kept his hands where they were—one curled around Levi’s shoulder and the other clenching in the bedspread like only its existence was keeping him grounded.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Levi said, voice rough now. “God, I want you.”
“Feeling’s . . .uh . . .” Aidan gasped as Levi’s fingers went deeper, harder. “Feeling’s mutual.”
“Good.” Levi sounded so smug, and it shouldn’t have been a turn-on, but at this point, it felt like everything about Levi was a turn-on.
Just looking at him in the morning, with bed head from the pillow and Aidan’s fingers, shirtless and drinking coffee in Aidan’s kitchen, made him want to drop to his knees.
That couldn’t be normal; Aidan didn’t feel even remotely normal about it. But then maybe this wasn’t normal. If it wasn’t, Aidan didn’t evenwantnormal anymore.
Aidan gasped when Levi pulled his fingers out. “We should use a condom,” Levi said.
That seemed like the smart thing to do.
But Aidan shook his head insistently. “You said it. We’ve both been tested,” he insisted. “Come on.”
