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The confession seemed to electrify Asher. His grip on Levi’s throat tightened, and his other hand pressed firmer against Levi’s chest. “We can learn together. I’ll teach you what you like.”
No…
His hand moved lower, sliding down Levi’s chest. The combination of tender touches and firm pressurewasoverwhelming. Levi found himself caught between wanting to pull away and leaning into the contact, his body responding in ways that made shame burn through his chest again.
“Good boy.”Asher’s fingers found the hem of Levi’s shirt.“Just let yourself feel.”
His hand slipped beneath the fabric, palm pressing against warm skin. The direct contact made Levi arch, his back lifting off the wall. “So responsive…I wonder what sounds you’ll make when I really touch you.”
The anticipationwaskilling him. Every careful caress, every whispered wordwasbuilding something inside Levi that he didn’t want to acknowledge. His breathingwasbecoming ragged, and when Asher’s fingers brushed over his hip bone, a quiet, needy whimper escaped his lips before he could stop it.
The sound seemed to shatter something in Asher’s careful control. His eyes went dark with hunger, and his voice dropped to a roughgrowl, “Fuck, Levi. You sound so pretty when you’re desperate for me.”
The crude words sent heat spiraling through Levi’s core, and he bit his lip hard to keep from making another sound. Asher’s handmoved with more intent now, mapping the sensitive skin of his abdomen while his other hand maintained that possessive grip on his throat.
“Thirty seconds,”Asher whispered.“Not nearly enough time to do everything I want to you.”
His grip on Levi’s throat tightened possessively while his other hand shoved Levi’s shirt up, exposing his chest to the cool air. Before Levi could process whatwashappening, Asher’s mouthwason him, hot and wet against his nipple.
Oh God.The shock of it hit Levi like lightning. Asher’s tongue circled the sensitive peak with devastating precision before his lips closed around it, sucking with just enough pressure to make Levi clench his thighs together in a futile attempt to stop himself from getting hard.
“Asher—”Levi gasped, but the protest died as teeth grazed against oversensitive skin.
The combination of the grip on his throat and the wet heat of Asher’s mouthwastoo much. Despite every rational thought screaming at him to resist, heatwaspooled low in his abdomen, and breathless soundswereescaping from behind his pressed lips.
No, no, no.It’s not supposed to feel good.His bodywasbetraying him, arching into the contact as Asher alternated between tender licks and harder suction that made stars burst behind his closed eyelids. Asher switched to the other nipple, his tongue flicking against it before biting down just hard enough to make Levi cry out.
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
The timer’s harsh sound cut through the haze of sensation like a blade.
Asher immediately pulled back, his mouth leaving Levi’s skin with a quiet pop. He sat back on his heels, breathing hard and his cheeks flushed.
“Time’s up,”he said, his voice rough but controlled.“I told youI’drespect your boundaries.”
Levi’s breath came in harsh pants, his chest still exposed and flushed from Asher’s attention. Tears gathered in his eyes—whether from shame, frustration, or overwhelming sensation, he couldn’t tell. His lip quivered as he stared at Asher, completely at a loss for what to do or say.
What the hell is wrong with me?His bodystill hummed with arousal, still craved the contact thathadjust been taken away. The realization made the tears threaten to spill over.
Asher’s pupils dilated as his gaze drifted down Levi’s exposed chest to the obvious evidence of his arousal straining against his jeans. He bit his lip.
“Levi,”he said, leaning forward with careful movements. “Do you want to set another five minutes?”
The question hung between them, loaded with possibility and danger. Asher’s mismatched eyeswerebright with hunger, but therewassomething else there too—a twisted kind of tenderness, as if he believed hewasoffering something precious.
“I can be even better for you,”he whispered, his hand hovering just inches from Levi’s skin.“I’m learning what you like.”
Levi’s mind raced through his options, each one feeling impossible. Say yes and prove hewasas fucked up as Asher thought? Say no and deal with the aching need still thrumming through his body? Lie and pretend he didn’t want more?
There’s no good choice here.
Asher watched his face with careful attention, as if reading every micro-expression. His fingers drifted down to trace along Levi’s stomach, the touch feather-light and maddening.
“It’s okay if you’re too embarrassed to say what you like,”Asher murmured, his voice understanding.
Despite himself, Levi found himself nodding. The admission felt like another piece of himself being stripped away.
Asher’s touch drifted lower, fingers running down his right hip and then down his thigh. When his hand squeezed hard against the muscle there, Levi didn’t try to suppress the sound that escaped his lips—half moan, half sob.
