“Should I take it easier on you?” Dominic said teasingly, after he released the bite.
Levi twisted around to scowl at him over his shoulder. “Don’t you dare.”
Dominic grinned, obviously accepting the challenge, and got back to work. He squeezed Levi’s ass with forceful, grasping hands while he lavished his flesh with sloppy kisses and playful bites. Levi watched, mesmerized, spreading his legs as wide as he could within his pulled-down trousers. He was ready to scream in frustration by the time Dominic finally pried his cheeks apart and kissed his hole.
Rather than eat him out, though, Dominic pulled Levi back onto his lap. Levi went with it, relaxing against Dominic’s chest and savoring the slide of bare skin. He groaned his appreciation when Dominic grasped his cock and began jerking him off briskly.
“I seem to remember making you a promise about tonight,” he said in-between rapid breaths.
“Rings a bell.” Dominic nibbled on his neck. “Something about not trying to escape if I managed to pin you?”
“Well, I’m a man of my word.” Levi craned his head around to kiss Dominic hard on the mouth, just once. “Let’s go in the bedroom, though. I feel weird doing this with Rebel watching.”
A few minutes later, they were tussling naked across the bed, all the covers and pillows shoved off onto the floor. Levi was too turned on to put up much pretense of resistance, more interested in clutching greedily at Dominic’s thick muscles and frotting his aching cock against Dominic’s warm skin. Once the lube came into play, he gave up altogether.
“You’re not even trying to stop me,” Dominic said at one point. He was holding Levi facedown on the bed, both arms restrained behind his back, and had two fingers working in his ass.
“Why the hell would I want to stop you?” said Levi, canting his hips.
Dominic laughed and dropped a kiss on Levi’s shoulder blade. He got a third finger inside and Levi keened, rising onto his knees though his chest was still trapped flat against the mattress.
“God, look at you.” Dominic’s tone was rich with admiration. “Are you ready for me?”
“I’ve been ready.”
Dominic released Levi’s arms, eased him onto his back, and resumed finger-fucking him. “There’s something I want to try,” he said conversationally, like he wasn’t tormenting Levi’s prostate. “An old wrestling fantasy.”
Levi’s eyelids fluttered at a particularly pleasant twist of Dominic’s fingers, and he had to force himself to concentrate. “What is it?”
Dominic told him, and he frowned.
“That’ll never work,” he said.
“Yes, it will. Trust me. You’ve just never been with a guy my size before.”
Levi’s eyes darted down to where Dominic’s cock jutted thick and swollen between his thighs.
“That’s not what I meant, but thanks,” Dominic said with a chuckle. “You’ve said yourself you’ve only slept with guys who were built like you. You have no idea the opportunities a size difference like ours can open up.”
“I’ll try it.” Levi was game to try almost anything once, especially when it came to sex with Dominic. “But I still think you’ve watched too much porn.”
They disengaged long enough for Dominic to roll on a condom and lay on his back. Levi sat astride his hips, facing away, and carefully lowered himself backward to stretch out along the length of Dominic’s body. Dominic helped him adjust the position until his entire torso was resting on top of Dominic’s, his head near Dominic’s collarbone and just his feet planted on either side of Dominic’s hips.
“You’re sure you can breathe like this?” Levi asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Dominic said, sounding amused. “Lift your legs.”
Levi grasped the backs of his thighs and pulled them toward his chest. Dominic didn’t even grunt; Levi could feel him breathing slow and easy.
God. Levi was struck then with the reality of how strong Dominic truly was. While Levi was thin, he was almost six feet tall and strung with sinewy muscle from head to foot—his weight wasn’t insignificant. Yet Dominic was supporting all that weight on his chest and abdomen without any apparent effort whatsoever.
“Fuck,” Levi said, realizing that this was going to work after all. He shivered at the thought.
Dominic gently urged Levi to spread his lifted legs further apart. Levi flushed with heat but allowed it, his breath coming shorter.
“Ready?” Dominic asked. At Levi’s nod, he placed one hand on Levi’s stomach and reached down with the other to feed his cock into Levi’s hole.
It took a few minutes, as it always did, but soon Dominic was fucking up into Levi at a leisurely pace. In this position, the shallow upward angle meant that Dominic’s cock dragged over Levi’s prostate with every thrust, lighting him up from the inside out.
“Told you,” Dominic said smugly. Now his breathing was labored, though Levi suspected that was more from arousal than physical strain.
Levi groaned in response, rocking his hips mindlessly while his hands slipped in the sweat on the backs of his thighs. The stimulation was so intense it was almost too much. “What—what makes this a wrestling fantasy?” he said in-between bright sparks of pleasure.
Dominic pushed all the way inside and stilled his hips. He disengaged Levi’s grip on his legs, then hooked his own arms underneath Levi’s armpits and joined his hands behind Levi’s head. Levi tamped down on the muscle memory compelling him to prevent the hold and cried out as Dominic started fucking him again in a horizontal version of a full Nelson.
“Oh my God.” Levi put his hands on Dominic’s wrists, though he didn’t try to free himself. He brought his knees up against his chest and gazed down his own body to where he was spread open and stuffed full.
He knew that Dominic would release him in a second if asked, and that certainty was why he was able to enjoy this, why he could take pleasure in indulging Dominic’s display of raw physical power. Every one of Dominic’s rapid bouncing thrusts hit him in the exact right place to blur his vision and draw broken moans from deep in his chest.
“I’m going to fall out if you don’t stop squirming,” Dominic said, a hint of breathless laughter in his voice.
Levi could fix that. He wrapped his ankles behind Dominic’s knees, locking their thighs together, and tensed his legs, adding his own strength to the mix as he met Dominic thrust for thrust. Dominic made a choked noise beneath him.
With his arms trapped by Dominic’s hold, Levi couldn’t touch his cock, which was slapping angrily against his belly and demanding his attention more ferociously with each passing second. “Dominic,” he said, twisting in delirious need.
Dominic let go of his arms but got to Levi’s cock first, pumping it hard while he rabbited away at Levi’s ass. Levi reached up blindly to touch Dominic’s face, knowing how much noise he was making but unable to control himself.
“That feel good?” Dominic kissed Levi’s palm. “You gonna come for me?”
“Call me baby again,” Levi said unthinkingly.
He felt a frisson of surprise run through Dominic’s body; then Dominic groaned, and his hips sped up even more. “Come on, baby,” he rumbled, and it was perfect, it was exactly the way Levi had pretended not to imagine it. “I know you’re getting close, I can feel you tightening up on me. Let me hear how good you feel taking my dick, come on, show me how much you get off on it—”
Levi’s muscles coiled up tight and released all at once in a shattering orgasm. His loud cries echoed off the bedroom walls as his hole pulsed around Dominic’s thick shaft and come splattered hot and messy across his stomach.
Dominic stroked him through it, then gripped his hips with both hands and kept thrusting. Levi lay panting and wrecked on top of him.
“I can’t—I need to go deeper than this,” said Dominic, a little frantic now.
Blissed-out and generous in the aftermath of his climax, Levi said, “You can do whatever you want.”
Dominic pulled
out and brought Levi along as he shifted them both into an upright kneeling position. Sitting on his heels with Levi still straddling his thighs, he guided Levi back onto his cock until Levi’s ass was flush with his hips.
This time, his huge cock sank much deeper than he’d been able to go when they’d been lying down. Levi gasped, falling forward onto one hand. Dominic froze.
“Don’t stop.” Levi pushed back on him, relishing the stretch and the sensation of fullness. “Don’t hold back, Dominic, I don’t want you to.”
Groaning, Dominic wrapped both arms around Levi from behind, buried his face in Levi’s shoulder, and snapped his hips. Levi stayed braced on one hand and clutched Dominic’s thigh with the other.
“That’s it,” he said. They hadn’t been doing this long enough for him to admit to Dominic how much he loved being fucked after he came—feeling a cock sliding in and out of him while he was still raw and sensitive. “Come on, harder, fuck me up—”
He squeezed his ass around Dominic’s pistoning cock, pleased when Dominic let out a hoarse shout.
“God, do that again,” Dominic said. “Levi—baby, please.”
Levi obliged him, rhythmically clenching and releasing his muscles, basking in Dominic’s moans and curses and animalistic grunts. It was no time at all before Dominic bit down on Levi’s shoulder and slammed home, muffling his cry of completion in Levi’s flesh. His hips never stopped moving, grinding in slow circles as he came.
When Dominic relaxed and lifted his head, Levi slumped back against his chest, leaning his head on Dominic’s shoulder. Dominic pressed several fervent kisses to his temple and the side of his face.
“You good?” Dominic asked.
“Nngh.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Dominic lifted Levi off his cock to lay him on the bed, discarded the condom, and hung over the side of the mattress to retrieve the pillows and blankets. Levi rolled onto his side, peaceful and boneless, letting Dominic create a cozy nest around them and then spoon up behind.
“Don’t fall asleep,” Levi said, though he was halfway there himself. “It’s still early, and I’m not done with you yet.”
Dominic’s soft laugh reverberated against Levi’s back. “I hope not.”
Levi’s ringing cell phone woke him in the morning. He slapped at it blindly, his muddled brain thinking it was his alarm before he remembered he hadn’t set one—not only was it Saturday, he’d also been suspended.
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he peered at the screen to see it was Natasha calling. It was a little after eight thirty, which was practically sleeping in for him, but he was surprised she’d call him so early on a weekend.
He answered the call and rolled out of bed. “Hey, hold on a second,” he whispered as he padded toward the door. Dominic was out cold and didn’t even stir, and Rebel only pricked her ears halfheartedly as she watched him go.
“Is everything okay?” Natasha asked. “I’m sorry, I know it’s early.”
Out in the kitchen, Levi could speak at a normal volume. “It’s fine. It’s just that Dominic is still sleeping.”
“Ooh.”
“Shut up,” he said amiably. He started warming up his Breville espresso maker, which had been a birthday gift from Stanton and was the most expensive thing he owned besides his car.
She laughed, but when she spoke again, her tone was more somber. “I heard about the suspension. How are you doing?”
“It’s not the end of the world.”
“I had no idea you were still investigating the Seven of Spades.”
“Well, it’s not something I was spreading around.” He dumped dark roast coffee beans into his grinder, set it to French press, and stepped away so the noise wouldn’t drown out their conversation. “I know everybody thinks I’m crazy.”
“You’re not crazy, Levi; you’re passionate,” she said.
He glanced at the dark armoire against the wall, shut up tight to hide the evidence of his obsession within. “I guess that’s a matter of opinion,” he said. “Did you call to check up on me?”
“Actually, no. I was calling about Adriana.”
“Is something wrong?”
“I’m having more trouble finding her a place here than I anticipated,” Natasha said with a sigh. “The group home she’s staying in temporarily is already stretched past capacity, and she’s not even supposed to be in our system—she’s in Reno’s.”
“I thought you were trying to find her a foster family.” Returning to the kitchen, he poured the coarsely ground beans into his French press.
She was silent for a moment. “Here’s the thing. A lot of foster families are hesitant to take in a teenager with a history of running away, not to mention a history of abuse allegations.”
“Abuse allegations?” Levi said, pausing in the act of filling a carafe with hot water from the espresso machine. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“In Reno, Adriana reported that her foster father had been physically rough and sexually inappropriate with her. Her caseworker investigated and judged the claim to be false.”
He set the carafe down hard on the counter. “It wasn’t, Natasha. If anything, ‘physically rough and sexually inappropriate’ undersold what happened to her. I know an abused kid when I see one—”
“So do I,” she said grimly. “I don’t know the specifics of what happened, but now Adriana’s file has a note that she made an unsubstantiated abuse claim.”
“Did they leave her there?” he said, his stomach churning with the beginnings of an acidic rage he knew all too well. “After they decided the allegations were false, did they leave her in that same house with that same man?”
“Yes.”
He had to put the phone down to keep from throwing it. Gripping the countertop, he hung his head between his arms and breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. It didn’t help.
Adriana’s foster father was probably the man Dominic had reminded her of. He’d be a big guy, and strong, but that wouldn’t matter. The only reason Dominic was an even match for Levi was because he was a highly trained veteran Army Ranger. Chances were this other man was just a bully used to getting his way because of his size, but a bulky frame and simple strength alone wouldn’t be enough to protect him from Levi.
He could imagine it in vivid detail; he knew exactly what it would feel and sound like. The thudding impact of flesh on flesh, the crunch of bone, the spurt of blood from a busted nose . . . He’d break the man’s face, kick him in the ribs, choke him out, and let him see how he liked being the one who was helpless and afraid—
Through the haze of his violent fantasy, Levi became aware of a tinny shouting coming from his phone—Natasha urgently repeating his name. He picked it back up and said, “I’m here. I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine,” she said. “I know you, Levi. Right now, the only thing you can think about is tracking that guy down in Reno and tearing him apart.”
“You’re half right. I’d like to do the same thing to the caseworker.”
“Levi—”
“I won’t actually do anything. You know that. Doesn’t mean I can’t imagine it.”
The water had cooled off too much, so he emptied out the carafe and refilled it. He let the necessity of pouring the water into the French press at a slow, steady rate keep him calm and focused.
“True, but the problem with you is that whenever you have that kind of retribution fantasy—which every human being has to some extent, by the way—you always feel ashamed afterward.”
He shrugged irritably even though she couldn’t see him. “I’ll deal with it. It’s just . . . what kind of fucked-up system do we have where a vulnerable child is put in a situation so horrible she thinks it’s a better option to run away and live on the streets of Las Vegas, combing through Dumpsters for food? God knows what else happened to her here. Even if they thought she was making everything up, why take the chance and leave her with him? Why didn’t they m
ove her anyway?”
“You’re asking me questions I don’t have answers to,” Natasha said quietly. “The system is broken in more than one way. We just have to do the best we can with what we’re given.”
He put the top on the French press and left it alone to steep, then reset the grinder with a smaller batch of beans on the espresso setting. “And what is the best we can do?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. I pulled every string and called in every favor I could to keep Adriana in Vegas this long. If I don’t find a more permanent solution soon, they’ll send her back to Reno. There’ll be nothing I can do.”
He closed his eyes and exhaled. “All right. I’ll see if I can figure out any way to help. I do suddenly have a lot of free time on my hands, after all.”
Chuckling weakly, she said, “Thanks. I’ll keep trying and call you with any updates.”
“Okay. Talk to you later.”
“Levi,” she said, just as he was about to hang up.
“Mm?”
“It’s okay for you to want to hurt Adriana’s foster father for what he did to her. It’s a completely natural emotional reaction, especially to child abuse. Most people would feel something similar. You don’t have to be ashamed of it.”
“I know,” Levi said. “Thanks, Natasha.”
They ended the call, and he put down the phone. Natasha was right, in a way, but Levi wasn’t most people. For most people, revenge fantasies were idle ones, events that couldn’t realistically come to pass.
If Levi decided to hurt that man, he easily could. He could hurt him badly, quite possibly kill him, and there were very few people who would be able to stop him if he tried.
He cracked his neck from side to side, pushed those morbid thoughts to the back of his mind, and returned to one of his favorite rituals—making coffee.
He finished up the French press, then warmed two mugs with hot water while the espresso machine pumped out a perfectly infused double shot. After he filled both mugs with strong, fragrant coffee, he poured the espresso into one and steamed milk for the other. The final step was to grab some supplies from the pantry that he’d bought with Dominic in mind—raw sugar and vanilla-flavored coffee syrup. He mixed the syrup, steamed milk, and sugar into the second mug, then tasted it and almost gagged.
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