Page 93 of Mafie Kings

He takes a deep breath and relaxes as he releases it, falling over into bliss as I make sure to hit that spot that makes his breath hitch.

“Fuck, Lev,” I say as I push myself all the way in. He’s so tight I almost lose it as I bottom out inside him. I’m forced to hold myself there, letting him adjust to me as I focus. I've waited years for this, I’m not letting it end so quickly.

Once I’ve gained control of myself I rock in and out of him, watching his face to make sure I’m not hurting him.

“How does it feel?” I ask him, watching as his jaw falls open in ecstasy.

“So.. fucking good.” He tilts his head back as he starts to push into me, making it rougher than I intended for his first time.

“Do you want it rough?” I ask, shoving into him hard enough to make his ass ripple. I take his leg in my arm, hooking it around me as I lean forward, making sure to go deep as I thrust. “Want me to punish you?” I say thrusting in again. The moan that escapes him makes my eyes flutter in ecstasy.

Opening my eyes, I watch his face not wanting to miss a moment of seeing him at my mercy. Seeing him take me so well brings me so close to the edge. Praise falls from my lips as I lean down, forcing his legs back as I kiss him.

“D,” he pleads, wrapping his hand behind my head, pulling me to him harder, making him practically bend in half as I fuck him. He pushes up into me, meeting my thrust as much as he can in his position.

He starts pulling on my hair as he gets close, desperation filling him. I pull back from our kiss looking deep in his eyes. “You don’t come until I say,” I order.

His jaw clenches in defiance, and I enjoy watching him hold back his orgasm. His breathing gets heavy, letting me know he won’t be able to hold out for much longer.

I sit back and pull almost all the way out before thrusting back in.

“Fuck, please D, please,” he pants.

“Please what?” I ask, trying to pretend I’m not just as close to the edge as he is. I lean over him again, his cock jerking in my hand when I stop my movements, begging for more. He pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me. I let go of his cock, and create friction for him with my abs as I move in and out. I want him to make a mess of us when he comes.

My breathing begins to match his and I can’t hold back anymore. “Come for me,” I tell him in his ear right before I bite into his shoulder. The moan he lets out is like music to my ears. I feel him start to pulse, his wetness coating the both of us as I shudder, releasing deep inside him. I've never not used a condom, and there’s some sick satisfaction that comes with knowing I pumped him full of me.

I kiss him slowly as I pull out before sitting back on the couch. We sit there in peaceful silence. I pull his legs into my lap so he can relax as I trail my thumb in circles on his leg where my hand rests. I don’t have many nervous habits. I don’t bounce my knee or tap my fingers. When I hold someone close, I can’t help but keep my thumb moving. It centers me in the same way I hope it helps center them.

Our stomachs are sticky, and we smell like sex, but I’m not sure I want to wash off just yet.

Lev is laying there, dazed, a smile on his lips.

“Was that okay?” I ask, breaking the silence, suddenly worried this was too far too quick for him. He chuckles as he sits up, pulling my neck and smashing our lips together so fiercely the doubts that cloud my head vanish in an instant.

“D, that was better than okay,” he reassures me, pulling away and falling back to throw his arm over his face. “That was…” he pauses, “I’m not even sure if there are words for what that was. All I know is I’m happy. I’m so fucking happy when I’m with you, and Evie too. I didn’t even know this was a feeling. I’ve lived so long trying not to feel anything at all… and now…”

He gets choked up, trying to keep his arm over his eyes. But I don't want him to hide from this. I want him to feel it. He just needs to see that it’s okay. It's okay to feel the pain because it makes the pleasure so much more satisfying. It’s okay to feel like a failure because we all fail sometimes. But it’s not okay to pretend.

I pull his arm down, tears glisten in his eyes as he looks at me. “Now, it feels like too much?” I ask him. He nods, trying to look away from me. I pull on his arm, making him sit up before taking his chin between my fingers. “Then let it be too much. The world won’t fall apart because you feel, Lev. Feel how you need to feel and process it so you can move on.” I kiss him softly. Trailing my hands down his shoulders.

I turn him and pull him into me so that his back rests on my chest, not giving a shit we are covered in cum. I rub his shoulders, massaging out the tension and helping him relax as he processes his feelings.

Sex can be a great way to forget, but it’s also important that we take the time to process our feelings. I can’t force him to work through his pain or worries, but I can help him feel safe to do so. After a few minutes, I run my hands through his hair, kissing down his neck and softly biting his ear.

He lets out a sigh, his head turning to me and I kiss him. “Now go shower, I’ll watch her until you’re done,” I tell him. He needs time to focus on himself and his emotions.

I clean myself up with a paper towel from the kitchen before rummaging through Lev’s drawers for sweatpants, pulling on a clean pair. As I sit down beside our girl, I feel the boat slowing, which means we should be docking soon.

Lev exits the bathroom in a fresh pair of shorts just as a knock sounds at the door. He looks towards me before going to see who it is. Unlocking the deadbolt, he pulls the door open to see Alexi standing there.

“We should be docked in five minutes. I can have medic transport meet us as soon as we arrive,” Alexi says as he lets himself in.

Lev closes the door then follows Alexi to the edge of the bed, tension returning to his body as he stands next to Evie protectively. Alexi scans the monitors, having a small amount of medical knowledge himself.

“How is she?”

“Do you want to know because you’re actually worried or because you want your little play toy?” Lev asks, bitterness lacing his tone that I’ve never heard before.

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