Once George began humping up against him, Levi thrust down, enjoying the friction on his erection. It had been ages since he’d gotten off with another person, and George was amazingly addictive. Innocent and raw and needy. George squeezed his hips, fingers spread low without quite reaching Levi’s butt. Levi rutted harder, urging him to touch more. Lower.
“Oh fuck.” George nipped at his jaw. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come in my jeans.”
“That wet spot might be hard to explain.” Levi met his gaze. “Do you want to take them off?”
“Yes.” Not a moment’s hesitation.
“Can I take off mine, too?”
“Yes.”
Levi moaned. “You’re absolutely sure?”
“Fuck yes. Please.” George proved his point by shoving Levi sideways and yanking at his own belt buckle.
Levi did the same, leaving his shirt and boxer briefs on for now, while stripping out of his jeans and socks. The loft was getting warm but he didn’t want to presume—George surprised him by yanking his long-sleeve T-shirt off, revealing a long, pale torso of lean muscle and a small scattering of blond hair. Levi licked his lips; George’s boldness was a huge turn on.
“You can take your shirt off, if you want to,” George said.
Sporty chose that moment to jump into bed and pounce on George’s foot. He yelped from what Levi knew were needle-sharp claws in his skin. “Shoo, you,” Levi said, swiping at Sporty’s tail. She swatted at him once, then bolted away. “You okay?”
George snorted. “She didn’t draw blood. Mostly surprised me. Guess they’re possessive of their dad.”
“Yeah, well, the last guy I let come around frequently ended up being a righteous mistake.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, it was a long time ago.” Levi did not want to bring Grant into bed with them, so he took his shirt off. Observed the way George’s eyes went wider, how his lips parted as he took in Levi’s mostly naked body.
“Working with horses is good for you,” George blurted.
Levi chuckled. “If I can’t control my body, my face will end up in the dirt. But you haven’t skated in years and you are in amazing shape.”
“I still have issues with food.” His face reddened. “Um.”
The instant, embarrassed reaction from George told Levi to pull back and settle him. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. But I will be here to listen when you’re ready.”
“Thanks. I just...” He faltered.
Levi clutched one of his hands. “You don’t have to explain. I understand having darkness in your past, remember? I also think everything about your heart, mind and soul is beautiful. You are beautiful, George Thompson, inside and out. I am humbled that you chose me to be part of this new journey you’re takin’.”
Those must have been exactly the right words because George pounced. He tipped Levi on to his back and climbed on top of him, their underwear-covered erections pressed together as George began to thrust. A light, slow rhythm, testing this new thing out, before becoming more aggressive. He remained annoyingly out of kissing range, hands braced on Levi’s pecs without teasing his nipples. Exploring these new sensations that left Levi a moaning, panting mess. Just enough to feel without being close enough to get off.
* * *
George was losing himself in this new, amazing thing he was sharing with Levi. To the sight, scent and feel of another man beneath him, giving George all the control. Letting him explore and go at his own pace. To the unique sensation of another hot dick rubbing against his own.
So. Good.
“You feel amazing,” Levi said. “Wow.”
George splayed his fingers wider on Levi’s chest, the tips of both middle fingers nearly touching his nipples. “I’ve seen this, I just...never imagined...fuck.” He was slowly losing the ability to speak.
“The real thing is better than a video, for sure. Can I hold your hips?”
“Yes.” He adored the man for asking. Being so goddamn respectful of the fact that George had never done any of this before. “Please, Levi...you can touch wherever. Anywhere you want.”
Lust burned in Levi’s blue eyes. His hands slid up George’s thighs and squeezed his hips, a firm hold without directing him. After a series of thrusts, Levi’s hands moved a bit farther, stopping with his fingers over the very top of George’s ass. The touch spurred George on, and he rolled his hips harder. Grew brave enough to rub Levi’s nipples. Levi moaned again, his own hips snapping up against George’s. Seeking his own pleasure.
Levi was always so controlled and well mannered, and George loved watching him fall apart. Loved knowing he’d done that for Levi. And as much as George was loving watching Levi’s face, he needed the comfort of Levi’s kisses. He plunged back into Levi’s mouth, seeking that familiar heat and taste. The slide of Levi’s naked torso against George’s had his balls drawing up tight, release imminent.
“Getting close,” Levi panted.
George lifted his hips and shoved his briefs down as far as he could, releasing his dick. Purposely revealing himself to an adult man not his doctor for the first time in his life. “Get yours down.”
Levi let out a sharp, almost-growl and pushed his underwear down as far as he could reach with George kneeling over him. As much as George wanted to admire Levi’s dick, he wanted to come a hell of a lot more. Precome and sweat helped slick their way, and George hadn’t thrust more than a half dozen times before he shattered into a thousand pieces.
Pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced raced up his spine, and he couldn’t censor the sounds he made. Levi writhed below him, and the extra wetness on their bellies told him Levi had come, too, but George was too boneless to do anything except remain plastered to Levi’s body. His pulse raced and he tried to get his breathing back under control. He needed to find words. Any words.
“Fuck,” Levi said. “Wow.”
Two very good words. Then surprise jolted through him, and George raised his head high enough to see Levi’s very blissed-out face. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you cuss before.”
“I trained myself out of the habit. But back when I was in the rodeo, I could put Samuel Jackson to shame.”
He laughed, and the movement reminded him of the mess they’d made of each other. “We’re all sticky.”
“I would hope so, considering that was one of the best moments of my life. And I have to admit, it was a heck of a turn-on when you ordered me to get my underwear off. I love seeing that take-charge side of you.”