Page 16 of Hooked On Him
He was the biggest factor in my realization that I was gay. As much as I love Charlie, spending so much time over at their house growing up wasn’t just to see him. And yes, a lot of the time it was to get away from my controlling, cold father, but the biggest reason was because I wanted to spend time with Levi.
Even though we went to high school together, we lived very different lives. Because of that, the only real time I got to see Levi was when I was at their place, or when Charlie would bring Levi along when we hung out.
My therapist thinks my obsession with Levi isn’t the healthiest, and I know for a fact she’s going to lose it when she finds out about the little arrangement we just set up.
Unless I don’t tell her. I mean, it’s not like she’s going to find out any other way, right?
God, I need help. Badly. But fuck. Here I am, standing with the guy I’ve been pining after for years, getting the chance to be with him in the way I’ve always wanted.
At first, I had planned to talk to him about how to part ways after the night was over, but as the night went on and I saw how supportive his family was of the two of us being together, I became less inclined to do so.
Then there's the fact that his mother outed the fact that he used to have a crush on me when we were younger.
That had me over the fucking moon. Because maybe, just maybe, if I can spend enough time with Levi, those feelings could come back. And that crush could grow into something more.
There’s no denying that this man is at the very least attracted to me; the evidence is pressed against my thigh, long and hard. My mouth waters with the need to wrap my lips around his cock and suck him down.
“Okay,” he whispers the answer I’ve been hoping for when I asked my question.
“Okay?” I pull back, an overwhelming rush of joy smacking into me. I was fully prepared for him to say no. Even though the rejection would have killed me, I knew I had to at least shoot my shot. I just didn’t expect it to go in my favor.
My lips shift into a hopeful smile, praying I heard his answer correctly.
“Yeah.” He nods, indeed confirming his agreement. “Let’s do it.”
My lust for this man burns, my eyes growing dark. A feral urge hits me, and the next thing I know, Levi’s head is cradled in my hand, my fingers tangled in his messy dark locks as I bring my lips to his.
A small growl of satisfaction rumbles in my chest, my tongue darting out as I lick over the seam of his lips, needing him to let me in.
The sweet sound of Levi’s whimper of need has me gripping his ass, grinding my cock against his as he parts his lips, letting me in.
He tastes like whiskey and sin. My new favorite fucking flavor.
My tongue licks over his, slow and sensual as fireworks go off inside me. I could quickly become addicted to this man, and I’m not even mad about it.
When I suck his tongue into my mouth, he moans. I want more of those.
“Get a room!” someone shouts, making Levi jump back. I want to find whoever said that and kick their ass.
I growl in frustration, my chest heaving as Levi stares up at me, his big, hazel doe eyes have me wanting to get on my knees and give this man the world. His lips are red and puffy from the kiss, his breathing labored, and his cheeks flushed. He’s so damn cute and sexy.
“That was...” he breathes out, eyes glazed over with lust. Forme. Fuck. I love this look on him.
“Fucking amazing.” I go to kiss him again, needing more, but Levi steps back.
“We can’t do this here. Everyone is watching,” he hisses, looking adorably embarrassed.
“Right.” I nod, grabbing his hand. “Then let's go somewhere away from prying eyes.” I’m aware this might be too much for him; I could be pushing my limits but when Levi doesn’t say no, or try to pull out of my grasp, a thrill runs through me.
I’m nowhere near done with this man. I’ve had one taste and I’m already hooked. Looking around, I try to find someplace private. When I spot the coat room, I say fuck it and tug him along.
Throwing the door open, I pull Levi inside before slamming the door shut. Shoving him up against the door, I cup his face in my hands and kiss him again, dying for another hit.
His responding moan urges me on, deepening the kiss. I’m starving for this man.
It feels like I’ve spent years walking through the desert alone, surviving by pure luck. He’s my oasis, the thing that kept pushing me forward. Only this time, it’s not a hallucination. He’s real. He’s in my arms, pressed up against my body, and his lips dance with mine. I’m greedily taking mouthfuls of this man like I may never get another drop of water again.
“Austin,” Levi moans, rolling his hips, his needy cock seeking the attention it craves.
