Page 19 of Queen of Spades

“Fuck, yes!” Levy groaned, his hands twisting in his shirt so tightly I feared it might tear.

“How much do you want it?” My voice was husky with desire. I pressed his head against my entrance, not quite sinking down on top of him.

“More than anything! I want you more than I want air in my lungs. I would happily die if my last moments were inside you,” Levy told me, his back arching off the floor even as his hips stayed firmly planted on the ground. The words spilled out, and I wanted to sob with the rush of need that flooded my system. I sank down onto him slowly, feeling my walls stretching as I took the first inch, then the second.

“You’re doing so well, baby, let me stretch you out,” Levy encouraged, my walls clenching around his unfamiliar size. I braced my hands on his chest, my legs shaking as I sank down a little more, gasping at the feeling of fullness invading my senses. The panic wanted in; I could feel it curling its dark tendrils around my lungs, ready to seize the power out of my grasp.

“Stay with me Grace, eyes on me,” he murmured, and I met his deep gaze, blatant unbridled lust on his face. I moaned as I sank down further, my nails digging into his chest, neverlooking away from his face. I heard a tearing sound and realized he’d ripped the shirt holding his arms together, but still, his arms stayed where I’d put them. I was in control.

My hips finally met his as I sheathed him fully inside me. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, my pussy spasming around him as I arched my back, every feeling coursing through my bones all at once. Alarm bells were ringing in the back of my mind, reminding me that my body knew intrusion, even if I couldn’t remember it. I was spiraling again, the tendrils grabbing hold of me and freezing my lungs with fear, daring me to scream without air.

“You’re so perfect, baby. Taking me like a goddamn dream. You are strangling my cock so tight, I could come right now without even moving,” Levy’s voice pushed through the panic, soothing over my aches as my walls adjusted to his size.

“You don’t come until I say you do,” I told him sharply, pushing myself back up and rocking my hips, letting the burn of the stretch morph into something so much better. I was burning hot now, every nerve in my body overheating and raw. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I lifted it off and tossed it aside, my hips rocking in gentle, circular movements as I fucked myself with Levy’s cock.

“You’re so fucking beautiful baby, you take my cock like you were made for it. Use me, baby, make yourself feel good,” Levy rasped, his gravelly voice rolling down every ridge of my spine. Oh, I would use him, alright. Raising up on my knees, I smirked when his hips bucked, chasing after me. I rose until I was nearly separated from him, only to impale myself down, moaning as he hit a spot deep inside that had me seeing stars.So I did it again, and again, letting the pressure inside me build with each brutal thrust.

I detonated with a scream, falling across Levy’s chest as my nails sank into his shoulders. Tears streaked down my face as my whole body trembled with wave after wave of aftershock until I could barely think anymore. Thick, muscular arms wrapped around my back, holding me as I shook. Levy sat up slowly, brushing the hair out of my face as he stroked my back. “I’ve got you, Grace, you’re safe,” he breathed, his knuckles grazing up my spine.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, pressing my face into his neck. He was still inside me, I felt him with every small shift of my body on his lap, and I was sure he was keenly aware of it as well.

“Don’t be sorry,” Levy whispered. “You were perfect using me like your own personal toy. I will always be that for you, whenever you need it,” he murmured, his lips tracing the shell of my ear. I shivered, and his cock thickened inside of me, making me whimper. “We can stop if you’ve had enough,” Levy told me gently, his hands drifting to my waist, moving to lift me off his lap.

“No!” I bit out and nipped his neck lightly, making him hiss. “I - don’t - want - to - stop.” Every word was punctuated by a kiss as I drifted up toward his lips. His response was swallowed by my mouth on his, his chest rumbling with a deep, resonant groan. I was impaled on his length at this angle, and a single shift of his hips had me mewling against his lips, gripping his shoulders so tightly I knew he’d bear the marks.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he murmured, and I held on tightly as he stood, lifting us both off the floor like I weighed nothing to him. I could barely cross my anklesbehind him, but that was okay because we weren’t moving far.

My back was pressed up against the cool wall as Levy caged me with his body, the warmth of his chest flush with mine. “Please Levy,” I gasped as he brought our hips together, burying himself in me all over again.

“Tell me what you need, Grace,” he groaned, one hand braced beside my head as the other shifted lower to cup my ass. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Please fuck me, Levy!” I cried out, rocking my hips against him. “I need you to make me forget!”Forget the ghosts of their touch that lingered in my flesh.

That was all he needed to hear. The first thrust had me crying out, my nails digging into his back as I clung to him. His mouth descended on my neck, and I tilted my head to give him better access, my body on fire with every touch of his skin against mine. He set a brutal pace, his grip on my ass holding me captive and forcing me to feel every inch of him against my over-sensitive core.

A tilt of his hips had my clit throbbing every time our bodies joined, and I could feel the pressure starting to crest and overwhelm my senses. “Levy, oh god!” I screamed, throwing my head back.

“Come all over my cock baby, I want you to milk every drop out of me,” he rasped, and I came apart with a scream, going limp in his arms as a wave of euphoria washed over me. I felt him spill into me as his thrusts slowed, and he pressed kisses to the top of my head. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face against him. Tears smeared against his skin as he lifted me away from the wall, cradling me in his strong arms.

I should let go of him and find my clothes. I was sure he was uncomfortable at this point, I’d seriously overstepped his boundaries. Levy didn’t do the touchy-feely part of sex, he’d made that very clear early on.

So why can’t I let go of him?

My eyes were closed, waiting for the tears to dry up so I could face him with a little bit of dignity, but then I heard the creak of a door opening, and I realized we were moving. Like, a lot. I lifted my head off his shoulders and inhaled sharply as I recognized the main floor. “It’s okay, I’m just taking you upstairs,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing circles on my lower back. Well, if anyone was around, they’d sure get an eyeful since both Levy and I were still naked, and he was very visible. Instead of turning right to go to Erik’s room, he turned left. Levy brought me into his bedroom and through to the bathroom, where the water was already running in the bathtub.

“How?” I frowned and spotted Anders leaning up against the doorframe, his eyes impassive as he stared at us, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as I blushed under his gaze. Levy stepped into the bathtub and lowered down, sinking us both into the steaming water. I sighed as my muscles uncoiled, and Levy helped me to settle comfortably against his chest as he leaned back in the tub. Anders turned the water off and fumbled with the buckle of his splint, ripping it off and tossing it on the floor behind him.

“For fuck's sake…” Levy muttered, but Anders ignored him, wincing as he flexed his fingers and lowered his injured arm to his side.

I tensed when he knelt beside the bathtub, his eyes roving over my body with clinical sharpness. Before I could sayanything, Levy spoke up, his hands moving to my stomach to hold me in place. “Anders?” he asked lightly, but his voice held a hint of warning. There had been an arctic chill between them since I got back, and I didn’t know what had caused this rift; I just hoped it wasn’t me.

“I’m going to fix these bruises. I hate them,” he muttered, reaching out for me. Levy’s hand snaked out of the water, catching his wrist as his body tensed underneath me.

“Try again,” Levy warned, and for a moment, they had a silent staring contest with me pinned between them.

“Kitten, would you please let me clean up these marks on your skin? Seeing them reminds me of our failures. It makes me… uncomfortable,” Anders amended, fixing me with a weighted look.

“Will it hurt?” I asked, trying to keep my tone even and calm so the tension in the room wouldn’t escalate any further.

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