20. Aiden

CHAPTER 20

Aiden

Levi’s lips quirked into a small, knowing smile, and my stomach flipped. I shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t need it as much as I did. But when his hand slipped to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, all logic crumbled.

The second kiss wasn’t rushed. It was steady, controlled, and thorough. Levi didn’t devour me—he consumed me, his lips firm and insistent, his other hand finding my hip and holding me steady when my knees threatened to give out.

When he broke the kiss, I blinked up at him, chest heaving, my fingers clutching at his shirt.

“Let me take care of you,” Levi murmured, his thumb tracing the edge of my jaw.

A shiver ran down my spine at those words. That tone. My heart raced, and I let myself nod again, unable to resist the weight of his presence.

“Good boy,” he said, so low I barely heard it.

I melted. Instantly.

Those two words wrecked me every time… in the best ways. It was the way he said them, the way his voice softened when he did. Like he meant them. Like I wasn’t just some hookup.

“On your back,” he said, his voice soft but firm.

I obeyed without thinking, climbing onto the neatly made quilt and settling back on my elbows.

When he finally straddled me, his body heat seared into mine, and I couldn’t hold back a gasp. His hands were everywhere—strong, gentle, unrelenting. My breath hitched, my head tipping back as his mouth found my throat, nipping, kissing, soothing.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

Levi paused, lifting his head to meet my gaze. His eyes were dark, his lips swollen, and I was sure I’d never seen anyone look more beautiful.

“What do you need, baby boy?”

Baby boy. Goddamn. I love that nickname.

“Aiden?”

“Mmm?”

“Tell me what you need.”

The answer tore out of me before I could think. “You. Daddy. I need you. Please.”

My hand reached under the pillow and snatched a condom and lube and tossed them to Levi.

Catching them, he groaned, his body shuddering against mine, and then he was everywhere all at once. His mouth, his hands, his weight pressing me into the mattress until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.

My gaze locked onto him as my hand traveled down to stroke myself. My legs parted in silent invitation and Levi accepted it without hesitation. His finger, slick with lube, slid into me with agonizing slowness. A gasp tore from my throat when he added another digit—the sensation blurred everything else out.

As Levi moved his fingers inside me, exploring with a curiosity that bordered on reverence, I couldn't help but moan aloud. My body twisted on his touch as he manipulated that sensitive spot inside me.

A third finger joined the others and they worked together in harmony to prepare me for what was coming next. Levi's voice filled my ear with filthy promises that made heat pool low in my belly.

When he finally withdrew his fingers, I tensed up slightly at the loss of contact. The crinkling sound of a condom wrapper being torn open echoed loudly in the room followed by a slick noise as he applied lube to himself.

His cock nudged at my entrance and instinctively, I urged him closer with an upward tilt of my hips. In one fluid movement, he pushed into me until there was no space left between us. My legs wrapped themselves around Levi’s waist as if they had minds of their own.

With each thrust into me setting off fireworks behind my eyelids, Levi found a rhythm that had me voicing sounds I didn't know I could make. His voice—low and rough—whispered praises that made my heart flutter.

His words of affirmation—"Good boy," "Perfect," "Just like that"—were the fuel to my desire. My body arched beneath him as pleasure swept through me in waves, reducing my voice to a series of incoherent pleas.

"Yes... Daddy," I breathed out, the words barely more than a whisper. "Harder... Please."

When we finally shattered, the world came back in pieces. My heartbeat. Levi’s weight still pressed against me, his chest rising and falling, warm and steady. His hand brushing damp hair from my forehead. I didn’t move, letting the stillness settle around us.

This isn’t romantic. It can’t be.

This wasn’t intimacy; it was post-orgasm comfort, the kind that didn’t mean anything because we were just two guys getting what we needed. No strings. Nothing complicated.

Levi shifted slightly, his lips brushing against my temple in a way that felt almost too gentle. My chest tightened. Don’t read anything into it.

“You’re really sure this is just fucking?” he whispered, his voice low, rough from exertion but carrying an edge of something that made my stomach flip.

The question landed like a rock in my gut. My body tensed against his. Words clogged my throat, the truth sitting heavy and sharp in the silence between us. He pulled back just enough to look at me. “It’s fine if it is. I just thought I felt…” He trailed off, leaving the rest of the thought hanging between us like a live wire.

I swallowed hard, my gaze darting away. “It’s good. What we’re doing—it’s good. I just... I’m not looking for more. I’m not ready, and if you want to know the truth, I don’t know if I ever will be. Not for anything serious.” The words scraped against my throat, and I hated the way my chest ached as I said them.

Levi didn’t say anything for a moment, his silence heavier than anything he could’ve spoken. Finally, he let out a quiet sigh, his hand sliding up my back in a slow, soothing stroke. “I get it,” he murmured, but there was something in his tone that told me he didn’t, not entirely.

“I’m sorry,” I said, meeting his gaze. “But this is all I can give you. No strings. Just...” I gestured vaguely between us, the words failing me. “This.”

He nodded, but the sadness in his eyes was unmistakable. “Alright,” he said softly, the word carrying more weight than it should have.

“Levi,” I said, my voice almost a plea, though I wasn’t sure for what.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face with a gentleness that made my chest ache all over again. “It’s okay, Aiden,” he said quietly. “I’m not going to push you. I just... I hope you know what you’re doing.”

I wanted to argue, to tell him I did, but the truth was, I didn’t. I had no idea what I was doing or why it felt like I was breaking something inside me with every word I spoke.

Levi held me for a while longer, the silence between us thick. When he finally shifted to get up, the loss of his warmth hit harder than I expected. I stayed where I was, watching as he dressed quietly.

At the door, he paused, glancing back at me. “Goodnight, Aiden,” he said, his voice calm, yet tinged with a subtle sadness.

“Goodnight,” I replied, my voice low, fragile in its delivery.

When the door clicked shut behind him, the room felt colder, emptier. I stared at the ceiling, trying to convince myself this was fine. This was exactly what I wanted.

No strings. No feelings.

So why did it feel like I’d just ripped something out of myself and handed it to him?