He wiggled at that threat, making a happy noise and showing me more bouncy energy, unable to hold a position very long. I could see where he’d been a natural track athlete, all that nervous energy to burn. And I could also envision a lot of devious possibilities for exploiting those tendencies too. My body hummed at the thought.
“Do I get a choice?” His voice was much lighter now, and I loved the change in him from earlier. Brooding Levi made me want to protect him, while bratty, flirty Levi made me want to strip him bare and act out all the fantasies he’d been inspiring since our first meeting.
“No.” I went for a lower, sterner tone. He’d said he liked me almost scary, so I let myself test those waters. I spent most of my time trying hard not to inspire fear in people, but being able to let go of the reins a little felt good, like unbuttoning a too-tight collar.
He gave a pleased sigh like my firmness was some sort of gift and relaxed further against me. “Even better.”
“Kiss me,” I ordered, knowing full well he’d expected the spanking. And it served him right, being caught as off guard as I was.
“Hmm.” He took his sweet time complying. The little twist in his smile, the deepening of those devastating dimples, warned me that he had more bratty behavior in mind. My cock throbbed before he even made a move, more so as he leaned forward. He sniffed my hair as he grazed his lips along my temple, then my jaw, lingering at my chin before going back up the other side. “Like that?”
“Behave.” Gripping his muscular and surprisingly full ass, I acted like I was preparing to swat him before gently groping him. He wasn’t the only one who could be contrary.
And he liked it, moaning softly as I fondled him. My hands slid easier than I’d expected against his shorts.
“And what do we have here?” Running a finger along his waistband, I encountered a layer of thin and silky fabric. Not my usual kink, but as with most things Levi, the discovery made my pulse speed up. “Did you wear something special knowing I was coming over?”
My ego liked that prospect more than was wise, but he blushed, going almost purple as he glanced away. On the TV, the game continued, but I was far more interested in the one right here.
“Oops. I forgot—honest—that I had those one. I don’t… It’s not a thing, but I sometimes wear them when I need a mood boost.”
“Like superhero armor? Or your own little sexy secret?” I teased, but he kept right on blushing.
“I’m not… That is, it’s not all the time.”
“Hey.” I stopped his babbling by tightening my grip on his ass. “I’m into it, okay? If it’s something that gets you off, I’m in favor. You don’t need to be embarrassed around me.”
“No?” His head cocked to one side. “But you’re Mr. Uber Masc Jock guy.”
“Which means I can’t like something pretty?” Giving him a hard look, I slid my hand farther down the back of his shorts. The panties were high cut on the sides, perfectly framing his ass with the sheer material. My caresses had him squirming against me most deliciously, his hard cock pressing against my stomach. “It’d be a shame if I didn’t get to see these.”
“I can show you,” he panted. “Let me up.”
“Not until you follow my first order.”
“What? Oh. The kiss.” He bit the corner of his mouth.
“Do you not kiss?” I gentled my tone. There was undoubtedly a detailed conversation on limits that we needed to have, but slowing down seemed beyond me right then, despite all my intentions to be the reasonable, mature adult here. However, I would absolutely respect his boundaries if he truly had reservations, no matter how far gone I was.
“No, I kiss. Maybe not well—”
“Let me be the judge of that.” Back to being stern, I tugged him closer.
“Okay.” Putting his hands on my shoulders, he tentatively fit our mouths together. And that little hesitation was sexier than any practiced move. Made it hard to hold still and let him figure things out on his own, but like with the TV remote, he needed a win here.
I made an encouraging noise as he fumbled his way through the kiss. He wasn’t wrong about his lack of skill—too much pressure, a little too dry, too much nose bumping. I’d put the number of people he’d kissed in single digits, which thrilled me way more than I would have predicted. Near-virginal was not my usual fare at all, but Levi made exploring new and sexy again.
Seeming to gain a little confidence, he achieved a better head position all on his own. His tongue darted out to trace my lips, making me groan.
“More like that,” I ordered. I was hardly a sex expert, but giving him pointers had my skin heating further.
“This?” The brat persona was replaced by an innate sweetness that had me groaning all over again as he teased with increasing confidence. I parted my lips to encourage him to deepen the kiss, and he made the sexiest sound, part surprise and wonder, part moan. Coming the second our tongues met seemed like a real possibility, so I tensed my back muscles one by one, trying to clamp down on the surge of pleasure as he delved into my mouth.
He carefully stroked his tongue against mine, then repeated the motion more playfully, gripping my shoulders harder. I let him have his fun for long moments, luxuriating in his little gasps and wiggles. While he squirmed, I went back to groping his ass inside his shorts, enjoying the contrast between the silky material of the panties and his fuzzy legs. The light pressure was enough to coax more moans from him.
Fuck. His responsiveness was going to be my undoing. I moved him more deliberately against me, turning his wriggling into a purposeful grinding. The friction of his shorts-covered cock against my own painfully hard dick made the kissing that much more urgent. Eventually, I had no choice but to give into my need to take over the kiss and explore his mouth.
He tasted salty and sweet as he welcomed my tongue, sucking on it in a way that was going to get me off in a hurry. My heart hammered and my hands tightened on his ass, which just made him moan more. Damn. He truly was perfect.
“Joe. Oh God. Joe.” Breaking away, he leaned back, riding me harder as his eyes drifted shut and his face went slack. I needed to slow him—us—down, needed to take control back, if I’d ever had it, but I seemed powerless to do anything other than watch his gorgeous face as he got closer to—
“Aah. Your. Pocket.” Eyes going from sleepy to startled, he gave a little yelp and wriggled away, landing next to me. “It’s vibrating!”
“Phone. Sorry.” I’d been so lost in him that I hadn’t noticed the alert until he called attention to it.
“You need to check?” His lips were kiss-swollen, his hair all messed up, and my answer was going to be no, absolutely not, because the only thing I needed was to make him come, but then it vibrated again. And again. A series of messages.
“Fuck.” Tipping my head back, I beat it against the couch. Fuck my life. It could be a massive work emergency or family thing, but my cock was still achingly in favor of me chucking the phone across the room.
“It’s…okay.” He swallowed hard a number of times, clearly having as a hard a time breathing normally as I was. “I can wait.”
“Just let me put it on silent,” I promised as I dug the stupid thing out. I was only going to glance at the message. Just glance. Only to—