Page 57 of Fallen Stars

He hangs his head, his hair falling in his face. But his eyes never leave mine. Not for a single second.

His breaths come faster, harsher. A guttural moan vibrates his frame as his cock swells in my mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” The cheeks of his ass flex. “Fuck.” He grips my hair painfully. “Ollie… fuck.”

Hot cum hits the back of my throat and I moan. Hands still on his ass, I hold him in place and bob up and down his length until I swallow every salty drop.

With a pop, I release him and rise from the floor. A victorious smile stretches my face painfully as I slink back under the spray and stare after him as he catches his breath.

In a blink, Levi shoves off the wall, grips either side of my face, and crushes my mouth with a punishing kiss. The pads of his fingers bruise my flesh a beat before one of his hands drops and fists my cock. He breaks the kiss but hovers close enough for his lips to occasionally graze mine.

“You like my cock in your mouth?” His question has an edge to it.

My lips part as he strokes my length with the perfect amount of pressure. I grip the edge of the inset shelf on the wall and give it some of my weight.

“Obviously,” I reply, my tone a hint satirical.

He hums. “And you like my cum on your tongue?” The tip of his tongue darts out and licks my top lip.

The slight tease of his tongue mixed with his perfect strokes of my cock is an exquisite combination. Add in all this dirty talk about blow jobs and cum, it won’t be long before mine paints the tile.

My greens lock onto his blues. “Any fucking day of the week.”

“Good.”

The corner of his mouth twitches a breath before he grips my biceps, spins us around, thrusts me against the wall, and falls to his knees. Water rains down on his back as his fingers clutch my thighs. Eyes on my dick, he leans in and circles my tip with his tongue.

“Now it’s my turn for a taste.” His hands drift around to the backs of my thighs. “Fuck my mouth, Ollie.” His nails bite myskin. “Make up for all the times you didn’t get to fuck me but wanted to.”

“Fucking hell…” I mutter.

I comb my fingers through his lengthy locks and curl them at the back of his head. Rocking my hips forward, I nudge his lips with my tip.

“Open up and relax your jaw.”

Levi does as I say, but his grip on my thighs stiffens.

I gently yank his hair so he’ll meet my gaze. “You’re safe with me, L.” I nod in reassurance. “Always.”

His eyes dart between mine as he inhales a few steadying breaths. Whatever he sees in my gaze, it’s enough to ease his anxiety. His grip on my thighs loosens as his shoulders sag in obvious relief.

I cup the angle of his jaw and stroke the apple of his cheek with my thumb. “Never feel pressured to do anything with me. Ever.”

Levi shakes his head. “I don’t.”

A faint smile curves a corner of my mouth as I arch a brow. “Prove it.”

And until I growl his name and come down his throat, Levi does exactly that.

We towel off enough to not soak the sheets.

I rip the quilt from the bed, shove Levi down onto the mattress, and crawl up his body until my cock grazes his. He clutches my hips, grinding me against him as I claim his mouth. I fist his hair as he palms my ass.

Fire licks every inch of my skin as one of his hands trails up my spine, his other arm banding around my waist. He grips thenape of my neck, pins my body to his, and then flips me on my back.

Hovering a breath above me, he reaches between us and wraps his fingers around my cock. “I want to fuck you.” His words are a growl. “And not just your mouth.”

I grip his jaw with bruising strength and pull him close enough his lips ghost mine. “Not sure you’re ready for that.”

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