Page 48 of Lace

“You.” Levi pushed his pants down and kicked them away so he could stroke his own cock as he gazed down at Caleb. “Just look at you.”

He couldn’t, of course, but Caleb knew he must look a mess, with his jacket spread open and his skirt rucked up around his waist, his legs spread. Maybe it should have been embarrassing, but he couldn’t find it in him to care when Levi was looking at him like that, naked lust in his expression.

“What now?” Caleb asked.

Levi smile and picked up the slick. “Hold out your hand.”

Before he could question why or change his mind, or get himself too concerned about how it was going to pan out, Caleb lifted his arm and held his hand, palm up for Levi to squirt the contents of the tube onto his fingers. Levi tossed the tube aside,took Caleb’s hand by the wrist and guided it to his cock. “Get me good and juicy, Cally.”

“It’s going to hurt…” Caleb wrapped his slick fingers around Levi.

“Probably a bit, yeah.” Levi rocked into Caleb’s slow strokes. “But not for the whole time. Trust me.”

Caleb tightened his grip and stroked faster.

For a few minutes, Levi gave him this control, tipping his head back and rocking back and forth to augment the motion of Caleb’s hand. Low, throaty moans spilled out of Levi’s mouth and cascaded over Caleb, giving him a sense of comfort that he could still make those sounds come out of his lover. He slipped his thumb over the tip of Levi’s erection and pumped harder.

“Oh no, you don’t.” Levi gripped his wrist and stopped his movement. “However nice that feels, that isn’t where I’m going to come. Not tonight.”

“Where, then?” Caleb asked. “Inside me?”

Kneeling on the bed, Levi bent and delivered another of those mind-bending kisses that took Caleb’s breath away in the most delicious fashion. He found himself lifting up, wanting friction and touch, and he whimpered into Levi’s mouth when his lover pushed his hips back down onto the bed and held them there.

“Slowly, lover. Don’t get ahead of me now.”

Infuriatingly, Levi took the time to unbuckle Caleb’s skirt and toss it into the corner where his own pants had gone moments before, leaving him naked from the waist down, Caleb acutely aware that he’d never actually been this close to naked when they’d made love…ever.

“You want to keep the jacket?” Levi asked between kisses to Caleb’s chest.

Caleb swallowed his pride and nodded. “Yes. Please. Can I keep that?”

“This time.” Levi skimmed his hands down his body to his leg and lifted it, spreading him wide as he nestled his hips to Caleb’s.

The slick length of his cock pressed to the hollow of Caleb’s hip, and Levi’s hipbones dug into him. He shifted, and that wet, hard length dropped down and nudged at Caleb’s balls.

“You ready for this?”

“No,” Caleb confessed, but he shifted again anyway and looked into Levi’s eyes. “Never done this…” He felt slightly drunk on the whole adventure. Terrified and fascinated and thrilled at the prospect this was something only Levi would ever have of him.

“I know. Don’t worry.” Levi closed a kiss over his mouth and shifted to guide himself to Caleb’s opening.

A white-hot ripping sensation blotted Caleb out of existence for seconds on end, into eternity. His lips went slack under Levi’s kiss then he tore his mouth free, a cry scrabbling up and out, ringing off the ceiling, growing, then crashing over them and straggling off into ragged, gasping whimpers.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Levi stroked his hair and smothered his neck in kisses, licking at the sweat pouring off Caleb. The rest of his body was perfectly still. “Cally, breathe, baby.” Levi’s kisses turned more aggressive until he was nipping and biting his way down Caleb’s throat and across his collarbone, calling Caleb back from the brink with the tiny, sharp daggers of pain. “Caleb, come on, come back.”

“Fuck,” Caleb swore. “A little, you said.”

Levi shifted and his cock twitched inside Caleb, which made him groan, but not from pain. From the strangeness—the anticipation of knowing there was more, just around the next bend, and he hadn’t seen anything yet.

“Does it hurt now?” Levi asked, shifting again, this time letting his cock slide ever so slightly deeper.

“Not…no. Maybe a bit.” He gritted his teeth around the fib and tried not to think of the sting and throb.

“Touch yourself,” Levi instructed, taking Caleb’s hand and closing it around his limp cock.

There was something more erotic than he could explain about having Levi guide him like he’d never masturbated before or brought himself to hardness with his own hand. Blood rushed hot and hurried through him—into his dick, up to his cheeks, flipping his heart over and heating every inch of him.

Levi rocked against him. Tiny movements, each one driving him incrementally deeper. Caleb gasped and sputtered with the sensation, unable to keep his hand moving in any kind of rhythm, but it didn’t matter anymore. Having Levi inside him, over him, pressing his bent back into the mattress and possessing him, was enough. If anything at all about him was girly, in that moment, Caleb knew it was this—this wild, frantic need suddenly bubbling up in him and surging out so he could only rock with Levi, grip the blankets and stare squarely into his lover’s eyes.

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