Page 35 of Kicking it for Convenience

Levi’s face split in a wide grin. “Hell yeah.”

I dipped down for another kiss and opened the lube, coating my fingers before sliding my hand to tease at his hole. I trailed my fingertips along the opening, pressing two inside of him and drawing a deep groan from his throat as his eyes fluttered closed. I fucked them into him over and again until his entrance softened and welcomed my intrusion, before adding another.

Beads of sweat broke out along his brow as he writhed and moaned and I stroked his leaking cock, sliding my thumb through the precum that had gathered on the crown. He reached out and gripped a fist in the sheet under him, tugging as he groaned and opened for me. My cock ached as precum trickled down the shaft, eager for attention.

When I wasn’t sure he could take it any longer, I pulled my fingers from him and moved to kneel between his legs. Levi looked up at me and tugged me down for a heated kiss, his tongue tangling with mine.

As we parted, he looked into my eyes. “I want to be on top.”

Lust pooled in my gut as I nodded. “Okay.”

We tumbled and tangled together until Levi was over me, lowering himself on my throbbing erection. As I entered him, he moaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as he sank down on my cock, taking me to the base in one smooth stroke. I gasped and hissed when he sat firmly on my pelvis, my cock buried in his hot hole, and moved his hips.

He rocked forward and back, fucking himself on me over and over, slowly at first before picking up speed. As he did, his cock dripped precum on my stomach and I reached out to take it in my hand, stroking him in time with his movements.

The heat built in me quickly as I watched Levi take his pleasure, lost in it, pounding himself on my cock. I didn’t think I could hold out much longer, but just as I started to stutter a warning, Levi groaned and hissed.

“Fuck,” he said on a moan, dragging out the syllable as his hole contracted around my cock, tightening impossibly around me as his orgasm erupted onto my chest, cum pulsing out and splattering onto my skin.

I kept my gaze locked on his face as my cock thickened inside him and I tipped over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. My cock spurted inside him, releasing into his body, his hole continuing to contract around me and milk my orgasm out further, until I was spent.

When we were both completely done, Levi slid off me and onto the bed. “Shit,” he muttered before pressing a filthy kiss to my lips.

“Is that a good thing?”

“It’s a great thing. How…” His cheeks flushed and he looked away, suddenly shy. “How was it, fucking a guy?”

I laughed. I couldn’t have guessed he’d say that in a million years. “It was incredible. You’re so fucking hot and your body is… well… It was amazing.”

He smirked. “Good.” I watched his muscles tighten as he slid out of bed and hurried to get a cloth to clean up the mess. When we were both clean, he climbed back in bed with me and kissed me once. “You ready for round two?”

I laughed again, until he kissed my neck, and my laugh turned to a groan. “Give me fifteen minutes and I will be.”

“You know what? I think I’m going to like this being married business.”

We spent the rest of the day fucking each other, taking breaks only to eat and hydrate, before collapsing into bed that night, spent and exhausted. I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep quickly, my husband by my side. I spent the next week avoiding the theater while Levi worked on his usual jobs, him coming and going and us doing as much fucking as possible in between.

When I woke one morning a week or so after the hurricane, I discovered that instead of being there to let me wake him with a morning blow job, Levi was gone and the sheets beside me were cold. I made my way through the small house, calling his name, but he was nowhere to be found. He’d left a note on the kitchen table, though, which I quickly discovered.

Soren,

Headed to the theater for a while. I’ll see you there when you’re ready.

XO

Levi

Chapter Nineteen

Levi

Iwoke well before Soren that morning, well before the sun was up, and sprang into action. In the week since the storm, I’d sent out several group texts to my crew and to the kickball team, begging for any and all help I could get. As I turned into the parking lot of the Radiance on the designated day, tears stung the corners of my eyes. The lot was full already—my friends and my coworkers chatting, leaning on their vehicles, sharing coffee and boxes of donuts, laughing together and waiting to get to work. Many of my friends had brought their husbands. All hands on deck had taken on a life of its own.

I pulled my truck into one of the remaining parking spots and quickly hopped out. “Morning, everyone,” I called, and heads swiveled in my direction, a chorus of hellos rising up. “Okay, as you know, we sustained some damage from the hurricane. Today’s goal is to get the theater as inspection ready as possible. I brought my wet-dry vacuum and I think several of you volunteered to bring yours, too. Casey, did you bring the fans?”

Casey nodded. “Industrial fans. Check.”

“Awesome.” I turned to another guy on the crew. “I’m going to need you and a partner to run to the hardware store and see if you can find replacement windows. I have a team coming in to replace the cracked windows and door out front, but the upstairs apartment didn’t get boarded up, so there’s a lot more damage.” After a few minutes of explaining what we were doing and assigning people tasks, everyone dispersed, ready to start the day.

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