Page 139 of The Silence Lies

“That wasn’t slow,” he smiles, his eyes alight with something unfamiliar.

“No, but it was fucking hot.”

Luca

The smell of Levi’s aftershave wafts through my nose; ginger and cardamom with a hint of something oaky. It’s all masculine, all him. After the hot as fuck handjob—or whatever you want to call it—we finally watched Avengers: Assemble. I should have known that Levi was a big kid at heart, but I’m not disappointed or put off by it. It was nice to chill out in front of the TV in just our boxers. And when the movie finished, we just moved up to one of the spare rooms together; the one he has been staying in.

I roll over onto my back, the weight of Levi’s arm caging me in close. It's warm and comforting, soothing the erratic thoughts that bounce from one corner of my mind to the other. The ones telling me I’m diving too deep into something I know nothing about.

The only thing I do know for certain is that Levi is into this as much as I am. We don’t need words to explain what it is. It’s clear that we’re both new to this, exploring as slow—or fast—as we want. There’s no pressure, no ultimatums or complicated decisions. I could happily continue sharing myself with Sera and Levi and I’m starting to understand the dynamic; how Sera sees things. It didn’t make sense to me at first, but somewhere between admitting my feelings for Sera and my weakness for Levi, I’ve discovered that happiness isn’t dictated by one person.

“Stop thinking,” Levi groans beside me.

I glance over at him. His left eye is open, his right scrunched shut as the light from the window shoots rays over him. His Mediterranean skin glows, the dark edges of his features and light tips of his brown curls accentuated by the Californian morning sun.

“How do you know?” I scowl playfully.

“Your breathing shallows,” he states, and all of sudden I feel like a spotlight is shining on me to reveal all of my tells.

I raise a speculative brow at him. “You noticed that, yet you still can’t beat me at poker?”

Levi growls, the sound rumbling through my chest and before I know it, he’s on top of me, caging me in with his hard body.

“Maybe I can’t beat you at poker,” he smirks. “But I can beat you at other things.” He reaches between us, his hand gripping my already firm cock. I’d like to chalk it up to morning wood, but that isn’t all this is. The guy is a fucking masterpiece—even with the tiny scar above his brow.

“Levi,” I warn with a shaky breath, but he doesn’t listen. He slides down my body, disappearing beneath the sheets until I feel his hot breath skating over my shaft.

Anticipation ripples through me and the next thing I know, Levi takes me in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock. I stifle a groan, knowing he’ll get off on my surrender. It seems in this particular dynamic, he’s not quite the doting type. With Sera, Levi devotes all of his attention to her like she’s something precious—and she is. But with me, Levi takes the control away. There’s no need for it when it comes to Levi because it’s me that is holding back. He doesn’t demand anything I don’t want, though. I appreciate that about him, mostly because he wants the same thing. I like that I can be a different kind of vulnerable around him and he doesn’t point it out—well, apart from him picking up on my breathing when my attention diverts elsewhere.

“Stop it!” Levi scolds before he licks down my shaft, his fist joining in.

“Stop what?” I gasp, overwhelmed by the way he takes me deeper into his mouth.

He releases me with a pop, licking the tip swiftly, making me shudder. “Overthinking.”

“Shut up and suck my cock.”

A low chuckle sounds from beneath the sheets, quickly stunted by my dick being swallowed.

I fist the sheets as Levi pumps me into his mouth, my hips moving of their own accord, desperate for more. My hand reaches down to run my fingers through his hair because I have to touch him. Levi is quickly becoming an addiction and I’m too eager to give in.

He continues stroking me, mixing it up with his tongue and lips until it blinds me with so much pleasure that it takes my breath away. The blaze of my release quickly travels up my spine. It’s imminent, only intensifying when Levi cups my balls and rolls them in his palm.

“Fuck, Levi!” I warn, but it’s too late. My cum hits the back of his throat, and I can tell it startles him for a moment. The shock quickly dissipates, though. I can tell because he hungrily sucks me dry, milking me of every last drop until I shudder from the sensitivity.

Slowly, Levi reappears, wrapping the sheets around his head while wearing a sheepish pink tint on his cheeks. I don’t know if he’s blushing or just warm, but he looks so fucking sexy that I can’t help but to tug him up and plant my lips on his.

“If that’s how you’re going to get your revenge every time I beat you at poker, I’ll gladly accept the consequences.”

Levi rolls his eyes, flashing his boyish smile at me.

“Keep doing that, and I’ll give you something to roll your eyes at.”

He chuckles at me, rolling away from me on the bed. “Promises, promises, Fontana.”

I grab his hand, tugging him closer. “I always keep my promises,” I growl, crawling on top of his body.

The thickness of his cock strains against his boxers as I pin him beneath me. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve had enough blow jobs to know what to do, and I’ve seen how he falls apart for Sera. It doesn’t take a genius to know what he likes, but it’s still daunting.

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