Page 137 of Immersed
Levi shook his head slightly. “Just... be more careful.”
Asher leaned down, pressing a kiss to Levi’s lips. “I can be careful,” he promised, the words a whisper against Levi’s mouth. “For you... I’ll be whatever you need.”
When he began moving again, it was with deliberate gentleness, each thrust measured and controlled, slow rolls of his hips that rebuilt the pleasure without reigniting the fire of pain. The burn receded once more, giving way to pleasure that built more gradually, making his nerves sing with each careful glide.
Levi’s hands tentatively returned to Asher’s back, this time without the desperate clawing, fingers tracing the scars he’d glimpsed earlier,feeling the ridges under his palms. His toes curled as Asher’s pace sped up. He felt so full, so debauched and dominated and desired...nothing made sense anymore.
I shouldn’t have fought this for so long.
Asher dipped his head to press open-mouthed kisses along Levi’s neck, lingering over the mark he’d left two resets ago, his tongue tracing the faded bruise. “Still there,” he murmured against the bruised skin, voice thick with satisfaction. “Still mine.”
The possessive declaration sent a jolt of satisfaction through Levi, making him clench tighter around Asher.
“You like that,” Asher groaned. “Being mine.”
“No.” Levi gasped even as he lifted his hips to meet Asher’s movements, a long moan escaping his lips.
Asher’s hand slid between them, wrapping around Levi’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. “Liar,” he breathed, but the word held no malice.
His hand began to move in counterpoint to his thrusts, creating a dual assault of sensation that rapidly dismantled Levi’s remaining defenses. The slick friction and deep fullness building in harmony, pleasure coiling tighter with every stroke, overwhelming thought, overwhelming everything but the need for release.
Asher panted in his ear as he drove into Levi harder, his pace increasing, “Let me see that pretty face you make when you cum.”
The command in his voice triggered something in Levi—a sudden, desperate need to resist, to maintain some shred of dignity in this overwhelming vulnerability, his hands gripping Asher’s back harder as if to anchor himself against the rising tide.
“No,” he gasped, biting his lip to stifle another needy moan. “Not yet.”
A smile curved Asher’s lips, his eyes gleaming with something like pride. “Still fighting me,” he laughed. “Even now. God, that fire in you... its what makes you perfect.”
He shifted his angle, hitting the spot that sent pleasure arcing through Levi’s body in an electric surge that made his toes curl and his breath stutter. A broken sound escaped Levi, half-gasp, half-moan.
“Again?” Asher asked, repeating the movement when Levi nodded frantically, the deliberate thrusts targeting his prostate with relentless accuracy.
The pressure built higher, coiling tight at the base of Levi’s spine, a molten knot ready to unravel, spreading through his limbs like liquid fire. His control was slipping, rational thought dissolving beneath the onslaught of sensation—the heat, the fullness, the rhythmic stroke of Asher’s hand—all blending into a symphony that drowned out everything else. His lingering fear and resistance melted into pure, concentrated, dizzying ecstasy.
Levi’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, spilling from his lips as his body took over, his hips canting up to meet Asher’s movements. “Right there, right there, yes,” he gasped, the words tumbling out of him. “Don’t stop—please, please, please, Asher, don’t stop.”
Asher nipped at Levi’s earlobe. “Listen to you—moaning for me, begging for my cock, my needy little slut. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything, Levi.”
Levi lost himself then, ecstasy consuming him like a storm, every thrust sending sparks of bliss exploding through him. His legs wrapped around Asher’s waist, pulling him closer, deeper, the action heightening the intimacy and locking them together in a frantic rhythm. Moans poured from him in a relentless torrent—broken pleas interspersed with gasps, “More... right there, yes—don’t stop,Asher, God, don’t stop!”
“So fucking good,” Asher panted. “Be a good boy, let me hear you. Louder.”
“More, Asher, please!” Levi keened. “I’m so close—ah, mmhm, please don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!” Nothing existed but the building wave, his nails raking down Asher’s back as he chased the peak, his entire body trembling on the brink with the pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.
“Levi,” Asher moaned, his own voice strained with approaching climax, sweat beading on his brow, his hand stroking faster in perfect sync. “I can feel how close you are—clenching around me, so tight and hot, moaning like that... Cum for me, Levi, milk me with that tight little ass. “
“Fuck, fuck fuck, yes, Asher—!” His orgasm hit him in a blinding wave, pulling a broken, stuttering moan that echoed through the room as his body tensed and released in rhythmic pulses, ecstasy crashing through so intensely he was certain he would find himself reset in a new location when it ended. Every muscle in his body quivered in the aftermath, legs still locked around Asher as aftershocks rippled through him, his legs looking like they were vibrating around Asher’s waist as his mind floated above his body. Distantly, he was aware of Asher following him over the edge, his grip bruising once more as he found his own release, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he buried himself deep, the warmth of it flooding Levi’s insides, intensifying the lingering bliss.
For several long moments, neither moved, both breathing heavily in the aftermath, the room filled with the sounds of their ragged inhales. Then Asher withdrew slowly, the sensation drawing a soft whimper from Levi, leaving him feeling empty and exposed anew. He collapsed beside Levi on the bed, his arm draping across Levi’s waist, pulling him close.
“You’re crying again,” he said, still catching his breath, his fingers gently brushing moisture from Levi’s cheeks.
Levi blinked, his mind rejoining his body in time for the embarrassment to flood back in. “I don’t know why I keep doing that,” he mumbled, turning his face away, mortified by his own lack of control.
Asher caught his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze, his eyes soft. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he said. He pulled him closer, one hand stroking soothingly down his back in long, rhythmic passes until Levi’s tears gradually subsided, the touch grounding him amid the exhaustion. Levi felt hollow, emptied of everything but a bone-deep satisfaction that made his limbs heavy and his mind foggy.
“Stay here,” Asher murmured, pressing a kiss to Levi’s forehead before rising from the bed.
