“Fuck, yeah. Take a little more, baby—”
Levi smacked Dominic’s hand away and pulled off his cock so fast that Dominic’s balls gave an angry throb. “Don’t call me that,” Levi said, glaring daggers at him.
He’d loved the endearment when they were together, but since their breakup, he refused to let Dominic use it.
“I won’t,” Dominic said quietly. “Sorry.”
Levi narrowed his eyes, then stripped off his shirt, got back on his stomach, and returned to work.
Dominic tentatively slid his fingers through Levi’s hair again; when Levi didn’t object, he cupped the back of Levi’s head, let his own head fall back, and closed his eyes, just enjoying the moment. Levi was so good at this, enthusiastic and determined, deep-throating as much as he could manage while using his hand on the rest, his clever tongue in constant motion. Even when Levi took breaks to rest his jaw, he kept pumping Dominic’s cock and nursing at the tip.
The pleasure was beginning to take an urgent turn for Dominic when Levi abruptly stopped and got off the bed. Dominic’s eyes flew open, and he was ready to beg, to grovel, to promise anything if it would convince Levi to keep going—
But there was no need. Levi had only gotten up to undress, kicking off his shoes and peeling off his jeans and underwear to bare his wiry body. Dominic groaned low in his throat, admiring the lethal strength in Levi’s lean, coiled muscles.
Levi bent over the side of the bed to kiss Dominic deeply and thoroughly. Then he swung a leg over Dominic’s body to sit astride Dominic’s chest, facing his feet.
“Yeah,” Dominic breathed, seeing what Levi had in mind. “C’mere.”
Levi inched backward until he could hook his legs under Dominic’s shoulders and feed his cock into Dominic’s mouth. With the support of the pillow, all Dominic had to do was tilt his head at the correct angle and relax his jaw, allowing Levi to slide right into his throat.
Moaning softly, Levi thrust a few times before stretching forward to resume sucking Dominic off as well. Because of their height difference, he could take even less of Dominic’s cock than before, but the reciprocal pleasure of the new position made up for it.
Dominic bent his knees, planting his feet against the mattress so he could rock his hips and push his cock a little further into Levi’s mouth. He used his uncuffed hand to guide Levi’s pace, silently signaling how much he could take. Once he’d warmed up, he gave Levi a nudge, letting him go faster. Levi snapped his hips harder and harder until he was eagerly fucking Dominic’s throat, his balls heavy on Dominic’s face.
Dominic focused on controlling his breathing, which was difficult to do when Levi’s loud, ragged groans were vibrating up and down his own cock. Fuck, he loved how vocal Levi was in bed—though even this beautiful moaning had nothing on the needy cries and shrieked curses and outright screams Levi let loose when he was really worked up. Dominic was greedy for more, but a blowjob alone wasn’t going to pull the kinds of noises he wanted out of Levi.
He tapped Levi’s hip. Levi pulled out at once, twisting around to look at Dominic over his shoulder. His pupils were huge, his thin lips swollen and wet.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Sit up a little,” said Dominic, his voice hoarse from the ravages of Levi’s cock.
Levi pushed himself up into a forty-five-degree angle, which had the effect of arching his back and presenting his pert ass right where Dominic wanted it. Dominic licked a path from Levi’s balls to his hole, then buried his face between Levi’s cheeks.
Levi let out an uneven gasp that shot straight to Dominic’s cock. His thighs shifted farther apart, splaying open, and Dominic spread his cheeks even more. After lavishing Levi’s hole with open-mouthed kisses, Dominic teasingly flicked his tongue over the sensitive flesh and dragged it in circles around the rim.
This was how to make Levi lose control. He was crying out now, his hips squirming restlessly. He had one hand braced on Dominic’s stomach, the other still tugging Dominic’s cock—though the handjob had become clumsy and uncoordinated.
When Dominic wriggled his tongue into Levi’s hole, Levi yelped and abandoned Dominic’s cock altogether, his hand shooting between his own legs to jerk himself off instead. Dominic gave him what he needed, tongue-fucking him vigorously; Levi pushed back into it, riding Dominic’s face as his cries grew louder and more frantic.
It wasn’t long before Dominic’s jaw was aching as badly as his neglected cock. He pulled back a bit, sucked on his index finger until it was soaked with spit, and pushed his finger into Levi’s ass. Moving carefully, knowing the friction would be significant without real lube, he hooked his finger toward the front of Levi’s body in his search for—
A high, thready cry greeted his contact with Levi’s prostate. Dominic grinned and got his face back in there, licking Levi’s hole around his finger while he massaged Levi’s prostate, his fingertip rolling and pulsing right where he knew Levi was craving it.
“Fuck!” Levi bounced his ass against Dominic’s face and hand, his legs quivering where they were clamped against Dominic’s body. “Like that, oh my God, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop—”
His voice rose to the scream Dominic had been waiting for, his hole clenching around Dominic’s finger while he came all over Dominic’s stomach and unbuttoned shirt. Dominic kept up the pressure on his prostate until he was whimpering and trembling with aftershocks, drained of every drop.
It was easy for Dominic to set his own needs aside when he was seeing to Levi’s pleasure, but now that Levi had been taken care of, the demands of his own swollen erection crashed back with a vengeance. He withdrew his finger, smacked Levi’s ass, and pushed Levi forward. “Levi, come on. Come on.”
Still gasping, Levi unhooked his legs from Dominic’s shoulders and shuffled forward until he was crouched over Dominic’s stomach, in a better position to suck Dominic’s cock properly. That gave Dominic a mouthwatering view of his glistening hole flexing and fluttering between lush cheeks.
Dominic had forgotten he was bound. He reached for Levi with both hands, only to have his right brought up jarringly short by the cuffs. Lust bolted down his spine, drawing his balls up tight and releasing a stream of pre-come into Levi’s busy mouth.
He grabbed Levi’s ass with his one available hand, brushing his thumb back and forth over Levi’s hole to give him some extra encouragement. Levi was a hot mess this time around, but there was special charm in a sloppy, overeager blowjob. He could feel Levi choking and moaning around his cock, spurring him to drive his hips up at an increasingly rapid pace.
Dominic strained against the handcuffs again and again, the reminder of his vulnerable state now more thrilling than anything else. He was only able to fuck Levi’s mouth because Levi was letting him do it. All he could do was lie here and accept what Levi saw fit to give him. If Levi got up and walked out right now, Dominic would be powerless to stop him.
Ironically, the idea that Levi might forsake him on the cusp of orgasm was what pushed him to the very edge. But he wanted more than to come in Levi’s mouth, no matter how hungry Levi was for it. No, Dominic needed to see his come all over Levi’s body, had to mark him up, had to prove that Levi belonged to him and him alone—
“Levi.” When Levi didn’t respond, Dominic squeezed his ass hard and slipped the tip of his thumb into Levi’s hole, which made Levi jerk and look back at him. “Let me come on your face.”
Levi wrinkled his nose. “What? No!”
“Please.” Dominic snuck his thumb further inside, enjoying Levi’s shaky moan. “I’ll do whatever you want. Please.”
“I’m not letting you come on my face, Dominic.” Levi bit his lip, rolling his hips against Dominic’s hand. “You can come on my back.”
“Okay,” Dominic said quickly. That was almost as good.
Levi moved forward again, straddling Dominic’s thighs. He arched his back and pressed his ass against the base of Dominic’s cock.
“Oh
, fuck, stay like that.” Dominic took himself in hand—a little awkwardly, because he had to use his left, but he was far past the point of giving a shit. He jerked himself off brutally, staring at the vision before him. Levi had his face half-turned, watching Dominic from the corner of his eye—pretending he wasn’t eager for a come shot, the bastard—
Dominic yanked on the cuffs again, giving himself one last zing, and shot his load all over the tightly corded muscles of Levi’s back. Levi made quiet noises as Dominic’s come rained down on his skin, pulse after pulse striping his gorgeous body, until Dominic managed a final spurt at the base of Levi’s spine and sagged against the bed, exhausted.
Levi hung his head between his arms and didn’t move. Dominic closed his eyes, wanting to savor the afterglow before it was inevitably shattered.
About a minute later, Levi got off him and went into the bathroom. Dominic didn’t bother opening his eyes until Levi returned, but all Levi did was silently clean his own come off Dominic’s stomach and shirt with a damp washcloth.
Though Levi was nude, Dominic was fully dressed—albeit with his clothes in disarray. He even still had his shoes on.
Levi frowned at Dominic’s right arm. “Your wrist is bruising.”
“It’s fine. I was pulling against the cuffs on purpose.”
Levi met Dominic’s eyes for the first time since they’d both come, then immediately looked away.
“You can take them off,” Dominic said. “I give you my word I won’t leave the apartment tonight if you give me a reason to stay.”
Levi shot him an incredulous glance.
“Please. We can be angry with each other tomorrow. I just . . .” Dominic trailed off and sighed. He always felt a little raw after being restrained during sex, and he couldn’t handle the bitterness and resentment that lay between them right now.
After a long moment, Levi nodded, set the washcloth aside, and retrieved the key from his jeans. He climbed over Dominic to kneel on his right side while he unlocked the handcuffs.
The second Dominic’s arm was free, he tossed Levi sideways and threw himself on top, attempting to pin Levi to the bed. But Levi had anticipated the move, and used Dominic’s momentum against him to keep them both rolling—right off the far edge of the bed. Dominic landed hard on his back with Levi’s full weight on top of him.
While Dominic coughed, struggling to recover his breath, Levi jumped up and scrambled away. Tellingly, he didn’t leave the room. Instead, he backed up against the wall, which was something a trained fighter would never do in a real confrontation. He didn’t even have his hands up; his arms remained slack by his sides, his palms pressed flat to the wall.
Dominic rose slowly to his feet. When Levi still didn’t move, Dominic stripped out of his unbuttoned shirt and put his boxers and jeans to rights, each movement unhurried and deliberate.
All Levi did was watch him, his chest heaving.
“You’re gonna pay for what you did to me,” Dominic said. He stalked across the bedroom, grabbed Levi’s hips, and shoved Levi harder against the wall, using his height and bulk to loom over him. Levi’s breathing sped up even more.
They had a safeword, but with or without it, Dominic would have stopped if he’d seen the slightest hint of fear or doubt or even hesitancy on Levi’s part.
The only thing coming through in Levi’s body language was fervent anticipation.
“That was a terrible abuse of authority, Detective.” Dominic stroked his thumbs over Levi’s sensitive hip bones. “I think someone needs to teach you a lesson.”
“You’ll have to catch me first,” said Levi.
Dominic snorted. “I think I have you pretty well—”
Levi jabbed his fingers into the hollow of Dominic’s throat. As Dominic staggered backward, choking, he caught the ghost of a smile on Levi’s face before Levi fled the bedroom.
Dominic growled and gave chase.
Levi woke up only minutes before his alarm was due to go off. He jumped out of Dominic’s bed, caught himself on the nightstand with a hissed curse when a deep ache throbbed through his core, and gritted his teeth while he searched for his phone in the mess on the floor.
He found it and canceled the alarm just in time to prevent it from going off and waking Dominic. He glanced back at the bed. Rebel was watching him quizzically from the foot, but Dominic was still dead to the world.
Crisis averted.
It was a good thing Dominic was such a deep sleeper, because Levi made more noise than usual as he limped around the bedroom, gingerly gathering his clothes, pausing every now and then to bite down a pained yelp.
Dominic had ruined him last night, in a variety of highly imaginative and extremely vigorous positions. He’d capitalized on his vaunted sexual stamina to push Levi right to the edge of what he could handle and hold him there for hours.
Levi had relished every single second. It was some of the best sex they’d ever had.
But now . . . now he felt like the world’s biggest idiot again. He’d slept with his ex for the umpteenth time, even though things were only changing for the worse. Dominic’s relapse was getting so bad that he’d been pawning his belongings and neglecting basic household tasks like washing dishes and taking out the trash for what seemed like weeks. Yet Levi still couldn’t stay off his dick.
This was humiliating.
Levi felt cowardly sneaking out of Dominic’s apartment without waking him up, but not so much that he changed his mind about it. He shut the front door as quietly as he could when he left, and felt another twinge of remorse when he realized he didn’t have keys to Dominic’s new locks.
Oh well. At least Dominic had Rebel.
Levi made his slow, painful way down the exterior staircase and hobbled out to the parking lot. It could not possibly have been more obvious what he’d gotten up to last night. He was going to have to take a shit-ton of ibuprofen, and even then, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to walk normally for at least a day. Maybe he should just call in sick.
It was second nature for Levi to check under his car as he approached, as well as to look in the back seat before he got in. The behavior was so automatic that he was rarely conscious of it, so he was already pressing the remote unlock button on his keys when he tossed a casual glance through the rear window of his Honda.
There was a man sitting in the back seat.
Levi sprang backward, his pain forgotten under a rush of adrenaline. His hand went for his gun—or where his gun would have been, if he’d been wearing it.
“Shit.” He pulled his phone out instead. He’d have to call 911, and both the phone and his keys could be used as weapons.
As his thumb hovered over the emergency call button, however, his nape prickled with a sense of disquiet. There was definitely a man in the back seat—the shape was unmistakable even from this distance and through the tinted glass—but that man hadn’t moved. He should have noticed Levi by now and reacted.
Guard up and improvised weapons at the ready, Levi approached the car more cautiously to take a better look.
All the air left his lungs in one noisy exhalation. The man was Wayne Reddick. He was holding a merrily wrapped gift box in his lap, topped with a bow and a seven of spades card—all of it soaked in the blood from his slit throat.
“Shouldn’t you be going to work?” Levi asked.
“I’m a PI,” said Dominic. “One of the perks is a flexible schedule.”
Levi didn’t react to that, but then, Dominic hadn’t seen him react to much of anything for the past hour. His face was wooden, his voice flat; he’d been like this ever since he’d woken Dominic with news of the Seven of Spades’s latest murder.
The parking lot was swarming with LVMPD and FBI, including the local bomb squad, who’d been called out to inspect the suspicious package the victim inside Levi’s car was holding. Crime scene tape was strung up along the perimeter to keep back bystanders—a group Levi belonged to this time, which had to be a difficult pill to swallow. Dominic�
�s curious neighbors crowded along the chain-link fence separating the lot from the building, trying to get a better look at all the commotion, while the press was kept at bay on the street side.
Along with Carlos and Jasmine, who’d joined them a while ago, Dominic and Levi were standing off to one side, Dominic’s body angled to hide Levi from cameras as much as possible. Rebel sat beside Dominic, on a leash even though she didn’t need one; it dangled half-forgotten from Dominic’s hand.
Levi watched the cops working on his car with an emotional detachment that was worryingly uncharacteristic. Though he often pretended to be cold and aloof, that was never the reality. Where was his anger at the Seven of Spades’s violation? His frustration at being relegated to the fringes of the crime scene?
Dominic cast Jasmine a helpless glance. She stepped forward and put a hand on Levi’s shoulder.
“Can I get you anything, Levi? Coffee?”
“No, thanks.”
Both Carlos’s and Jasmine’s eyebrows shot up, and Dominic’s concern increased tenfold. He’d never heard Levi turn down coffee.
The bomb squad declared the package free of explosives, and the CSIs and crime scene photographer started crawling all over the car. Martine stood a few feet away from it, deep in conversation with Sergeant Wen and a black woman in an FBI windbreaker who Dominic didn’t recognize.
Keeping his head on a swivel—all the better to protect Levi from an incoming threat—Dominic stifled a groan when he saw Jonah Gibbs strolling toward them in the course of securing the perimeter.
To Dominic’s surprise, Gibbs greeted Levi almost gently. “Hey, Detective. You okay?”
“I’m fine. Thank you.” Levi continued gazing vacantly in the direction of his car.
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