Page 77 of Needed You

It’s safe to say that he likes what he sees. His lengthening cock confirms it for me.

He pulls away from my body just briefly. “Jesus, lycan. This is nice to come home to.” He kisses me again, his grip almost bruising on my rear, and I love it.

He starts to walk me backwards, his groin and abdomen gently pushing me while his hands stay on my ass.

“But,” I say as I pull my lips from his, a teasing smile on my face, “what about dinner?”

He keeps moving us toward the bedroom.

“Dinner can wait,” he growls, diving into my mouth, his tongue licking every corner he can get into.

I meet him stroke for stroke, my hands gripping his sides. He pushes me onto the bed and climbs over me. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and my hips lift off of the bed. Lev groans and thrusts his hips into me. I gasp. My dick is at full mast, and I can feel his grinding against me, the layer of his sweatpants between us creating a delicious friction. We dry hump until my dick is weeping and precum is all over my stomach and leaving wet marks on his sweatpants. Lev breaks his body away from me for a split second to drop his sweatpants, and then he’s back over me, sucking on my neck, kissing my jaw, nipping and tugging on my lip ring. Each of these things elicits little sounds out of me that I can’t control.

Lev’s abs stroke my dick as he rocks into me, his dick facing down, rubbing up and down on my balls and taint. I desperately buck up into him, chasing the tingle that’s charging down my spine.

“Oh god, Lev. I’m close. I’m so close.”

He reaches his hand under my leg and grabs one of my ass cheeks, his fingers brushing my tight hole, and I. Am. Done. My cock explodes between us, shooting stream after stream of cum on my chest and stomach, covering Lev’s abs and chest as well.

He pushes a few more times and stands up, grabbing his cock and stroking. “I’m gonna come. Can I come on you?” he says quickly.

I nod, and he almost immediately lets go all over my stomach, mixing with the mess I just made. He groans, his head thrown back as he paints my stomach.

“Jesus Christ, lycan.”

He leans down and kisses me, mixing our releases together on our stomachs. I smile at him and chase his kiss as he goes to stand up. Then I swipe my fingers through our cum and stare him down as I slide two of my fingers into my mouth and taste us both.

“Fuuuucckkkk,” Lev whispers. “That’s so fucking hot.” His eyes are wide, pupils blown. He leans in and kisses me again, tasting.

“Mmmmm,” I groan.

I stand up with him and then take my turn walking us backwards, my lips not leaving his. We make it to the bathroom, and Lev lets go long enough to turn the water on in the shower. When the water’s hot, we get in and clean off together. Once we’re both done and dry, he hands me a pair of his sweatpants and puts his back on.

I notice a wet spot on his and smirk.

“Nice,” I tease.

He glances down. “Shit.” With a laugh, he heads back over to the dresser and puts on another pair. “Now,” he says, grabbing my hand, “let’s eat.”

***

The pizza is lukewarm when we make it back out to the kitchen, but that’s a price we are both willing to pay for what just happened in Lev’s bed. We put a few slices on our plates and go into the living room to eat and watch TV. Lev sits on one end of the couch, and I sit cross-legged on the other end, facing him. We eat and talk, laughing and sharing stories about things that have happened since we’ve been apart. The mood is light and airy, and we’re both doing our best to leave the past in the past for right now so we can just enjoy this moment, together. A few times, I find myself pausing, an odd feeling in my gut that wars with the settled feeling in my heart. But I push it away in favor of keeping the mood positive.

When the conversation lulls and silence fills the room, Lev puts his plate on the coffee table and clears his throat. “So,” he starts. My stomach flip-flops. “So the guys were talking about the bonfire the other night.”

He pats the space beside him, inviting me closer to join him. He’s getting it, my need for touch and connection. I smile and slide over even closer to him. He puts his arm around me, and I lean into his side as he continues.

“Have you thought about—do you—is that something you would want to go to?”

I want to laugh at how silly I was to think that he was going to say something serious or upsetting.

“Ryan actually said something about it the other night too. We’ll be there. I love the bonfire. Always have.”

He gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Good. My whole family is going to go, but of course my parents will leave when the adults do, and of course Lindsey and her friends will be there. I’d love it if you’d come with me.”

I pull back from Lev’s chest and look up at him. “Levon Richardson, are you asking me on a date?”

Lev’s cheeks and the tips of his ears turn a bright shade of pink. He smiles, and that goddamn dimple gets me right in the gut. I can’t help reaching out and putting my pointer finger in it.