However, maybe he needed this sort of vibe as well. He moved with a new confidence, undoing my buttons in between assertive kisses that evaded any of my attempts to take over.
“It’s cold in here,” I protested as he tossed my shirt to the floor.
“I’ll warm you up.” His wink said he knew perfectly well my discomfort had more to do with being naked than the temperature of the room. But then he was licking my neck and shoulder while undoing my belt, and I forgot I was supposed to be reluctant.
“I’m not going to make you watch this in a mirror.” He chuckled as he pushed me back onto the bed. The bed here was smaller than at my place, but I didn’t mind because any space where I got to wake up with cuddly Levi was worth it. “But I am going to tell you again that you turn me on like crazy. Also, you haven’t let me explore nearly enough.”
He quickly shucked his own clothes before scampering up after me with an impish grin. And I didn’t need any mirror tricks or Levi’s body-love psychology. All I needed was his face in that moment, his eyes hot and urgent, mouth slightly parted, flush spreading up his neck. He was into me, and he wasn’t faking it, and that, after the dinner, was enough to make my eyes burn. And my heart twinge.
“Have at me.” I spread my arms wide for emphasis. Have at me. My body. My brain. My heart. All his.
Chapter Twenty
Levi
I finally had Joe exactly where I wanted him.
Naked, in my bed, and at my disposal. Taking care of him—in every way—was exactly what I needed right then, perhaps even more than he did.
Most of the time, I was more than okay with simply living in the moment with Joe. But earlier in the day, I’d had an email from the professor I was subletting from, confirming her return in August. And two emails from the student-loan authority explaining that my repayment schedule would start in the fall. My summer grace period from the real world was about to end.
Thus, helping Joe tonight had been a most welcome distraction from freaking out about the coming changes. I’d had fun, setting the table, and heating the food up. When he’d relaxed and gazed at me with grateful eyes, the chances of us making it longer than a single season seemed far greater. Arriving at this place where the caretaking was more mutual and fluid made us feel like a real couple, one with more than shared kink holding us together.
And now Joe was naked and gazing up at me expectantly, and my nerves kept jangling. I wanted this good for him.
“If I tell you to stop making Daddy wait, would that turn this too much into a scene?” The edge to Joe’s voice gave him away. He too was slightly nervous. This was new and different and more than a little vulnerable for both of us.
“Oh, you’re always Daddy. Especially in the bedroom.” I smiled at him, pulse slowing back down. “Feel free to talk dirty all you want. But your job right now is to lay there and look pretty.”
“My job, huh?”
“Yup.” I stretched out next to him. I’d said that I wanted to explore, but there was something I wanted more first.
A kiss.
Which was something I now had expert status in. Or at least, I was an expert at kissing Joe. I knew exactly how to slant my mouth over his, knew where he liked teeth and where he liked sucking and licking, and knew how to ramp us both up until we were breathing hard and back on familiar footing.
“So good,” he groaned as I draped myself more fully over his chest, my hard cock pressing into his side. “You can take charge more often.”
“I’ve barely started.” I arched my eyebrows at him, trying for commanding but settling for making him chuckle fondly.
“Oh.” Laughter trailing off, he inhaled sharply as I kissed his neck and shoulder. I stroked his arms and sides while I slowly slithered lower on the bed, dropping kisses as I went. My mouth on his neck made his breath come faster, but when I reached his chest, raking my teeth across his pec earned a deeper moan. And merely touching my tongue to his nipple was enough to make him hiss. “I like that.”
“I can tell.” Experimenting, I tried alternating sucking and licking, using Joe’s expressive responses to figure out that he liked a lot of stimulation. I sucked one nipple while flicking the other with my finger.
“Fuck.” Groaning, Joe reached for his cock.
“Not yet. I want to taste it.” Moving his hand aside, I slid even lower, kissing his abs and the sexy-as-hell line of dark hair there. We both knew where I was heading, but I took my time, gently biting his belly and stroking his powerful thighs. Using my breath to ruffle his patch of hair, I danced my fingers across his balls.
He gave a warning growl. “Quit teasing.”
“But it’s fun.” I looked up, eyes meeting his in a shared smile.
“Brat.” He shook his head like I was too much, but the fondness in his gaze made my whole body tingle. With Joe, I could be extra and bratty, and it was good and safe and right.
“Be a good boy and suck Daddy’s cock.” His voice was firm, but his touch on my shoulder was gentle.
“You’re lucky you’re hot when bossy.”
I complied, not because he’d demanded it, but because his tone had ramped me up too, and now I needed to taste him. Licking him like an ice cream cone, I started with more teasing, little flicks and flutters of my tongue until he was groaning and muttering things about smart-mouthed brats. But he let me have my fun until I needed him deep almost as much as he did. I swallowed him down, taking as much as I could in a smooth move.
“Mmm. Fuck.” Joe’s breath quickened, but he didn’t thrust or otherwise try to direct my head. I loved those things, but it was also nice, the novelty of having more control. I sucked him over and over, going farther down as his cock became slipperier and my throat relaxed more. Experimenting, I went deep, and then used my tongue to flick the top of his balls. The move made him moan. “Do that again.”
“This?” I did it again, but I couldn’t reach as much with my tongue as I wanted to. Releasing his cock, I nuzzled his heavy balls before more deliberately playing with them, light touches and swipes of my tongue.
“Yeah, lick my balls. Love that.” Joe’s rough voice made my cock pulse, but I also loved him expressing a preference.
So much of our play was all about me, that learning little things about him, like how he had sensitive nipples or that he liked his balls stimulated, felt like victories, made me want to cheer. Having more ways to please him was a total win.
“Oh, fuck. Yes.” Shuddering, Joe chanted a steady stream of curses as I licked and sucked and found more ways to turn him on.
I tried stroking his cock while I used my mouth on his balls, but I couldn’t coordinate a rhythm and didn’t protest when he replaced my hand with his own. I took advantage of having my hands free to grip my cock, try to give myself a little relief. My arm kept brushing Joe’s leg until he groaned. “You jerking yourself? So hot. Move so I can see.”
Laughing, I looked up from playing with his balls. “Daddy wants a show?”
“Yeah. Fuck.”
“This?” I angled myself on my side so he could see me stroke, but not so close that he was likely to get come in his eyes. I also didn’t want him feeling obligated to turn this into a sixty-nine. Keeping the focus squarely on Joe was my number-one goal, rather than getting off myself.