Page 49 of Whips and Chains
But it was Levi I reached for instead, wrapping my hand around his cock, his hand beneath mine.
He hissed, “What are you doing?”
But he didn’t stop me. We jerked his cock together a few times, before his hand dropped and he tipped his head back on the couch, letting me take control. “Fuck.”
I pumped his cock with my right hand, working my own with my left.
I waited for him to shove me away. But he didn’t.
I fell into a familiar rhythm, pushing him toward a climax, letting his fast breaths fill my ears until it was all I could hear, and my hand on my cock was all I could feel.
There was no room for anything else.
No memories. No reminders of what I’d lost. No urge to kill just to make myself feel better.
I had a job to do, and I was doing it.
Working my own cock while I had his in my hand was new, I’d never done that with a client, it was always all about them.
I couldn’t stop though. I stroked us both, taking us closer and closer to the edge, matching the pace to what X and Violet were doing on the other side of the wall, all four of our moans and breaths joining until the room was filled with the sound of pleasure.
“Fuck,” Levi groaned again. His eyes opened, his cock kicking in my hand, me as close to orgasm as he was.
A few more pumps and we’d both be there. I’d have used him for what I needed.
I closed my eyes, hating myself for what I was doing. This man was a straight as they fucking came, and I was just using him to get off. To feel something other than the gut-churning pain of losing people.
His fingers gripped the back of my neck, hauling me in, forcing me to face him.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t say my name.
Our gazes collided, and he pressed his mouth to mine.
The kiss was hot and hard, both of us groaning, him taking control and kissing me deep, his tongue finding its way into my mouth.
His bourbon-and-mint taste lit up on my tongue, and I gripped both of us harder when he moaned against my lips, the kiss connecting us more than just my hand on his cock had.
He came first, his dick erupting, cum coating my fingers. He tensed, muscles going tight, but his mouth never slacking off.
When he was finally shaking and spent, I used his cum to finish me off. My balls tightened, and there was no stopping the orgasm that ripped through me, white coating my lower stomach, while Levi’s tongue was in my mouth and he was kissing me like he really fucking liked it.
And for as long as it took for my orgasm to ebb, I let myself like it too.
But when it faded, I pulled away.
I got up, finding some wipes to clean up with, avoiding his gaze until I was done. I threw the wipes at him.
“Whip…”
I didn’t want to hear whatever he was going to say. Whether it was lame excuses that he wasn’t into guys. Or maybe worse, an admittance there was something between us he couldn’t deny.
I didn’t care. Violet was safe.
And whatever the hell had happened in here tonight had only been a Band-Aid for the parts of me that were so fucking broken I was sure they’d never heal.
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