Page 32 of The Collector


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Chase couldn’t help but wonder how the boy’s slender body would feel being torn apart when he rammed his massive cock deep inside that tight tiny hole of his.

Would he scream out in pain? Would he beg for more? Or would he let out one of those wickedly, gut-wrenching moans that gave him the hardest boners of his life? He couldn’t wait to find out.

“I’m in the worst kind of hell right now. Feeling the biggest dick of my life pressed up against me and not being able to shove it deep inside my tight little hole has my brain and body battling it out right now,” Levi whimpered, gripping Chase’s broad shoulders and squeezing him.

Chase chuckled and lowered his head between the crook of Levi’s neck. “God, you’re adorable.”

Levi wrapped his arms around Chase’s thick back and breathed him in.

God, he loved the way Levi’s body shivered as he breathed in his scent. It made him feel owned and desired—like there was no other man in the world who the boy wanted.

Say what you will, but there is no greater feeling in life than knowing that someone wants you, desires you, and can’t wait to get you home and make you his. Even for someone as big and strong as himself, he was surprised at how much he actually wanted Levi to want him.

“Arg, this is so frustrating. But we need to be good. Matteo wouldn’t be too pleased if he had to bail us out of jail for public indecency. France may be very sex-positive, but it does have its limits,” Levi added, giving Chase a quick squeeze on both his ass cheeks.

Chase exhaled and readjusted himself.

“How about we continue our little tour de Paris, then see what kind of trouble we can get into later tonight?”

The throbbing behind his zipper insisted that stopping was a terrible idea and refused to give Chase any relief. The beating in his chest took in Levi’s sweet smile and gentle eyes before agreeing that this was a safe way to approach the situation and would allow for this adjustment.

Kissing Levi’s neck gently, Chase eventually pulled his lips away. “Even though my dick is going to hate me, I think that sounds like a smart plan.”

Yes, his dick was showing his anger at this decision by increasing its hardness and refusing to give Chase any reprieve. It was determined to make Chase as uncomfortable as possible and bask in the misery and frustration that it caused its master.

They both sat up and dusted themselves off, cleaning the last remnants of their romantic picnic in one of the most romantic places on the planet.

12

LEVI

They enjoyed an intimate dinner at a small French restaurant overlooking the Seine River. The restaurant was famous for its delicious food and gorgeous view. While small in stature, the establishment had a three-month waiting list, of which Matteo had an open invite. The wife of the owner was a dear friend of Matteo’s, and all it took was a simple call to the restaurant for a table to magically become available. Levi never asked what happened to the couple whose reservation most likely got bumped, but he had a feeling they were very well compensated.

For dinner, Chase ordered a chicken and mushroom fricassee, which was a fancy way of saying chicken breast smothered in a mushroom and cream sauce. The French love their creams. Levi, on the other hand, opted for a stuffed pork tenderloin with bacon and apple-riesling sauce. For dessert, Levi couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have their world-famous crème brûlée.

“Are you sure you don’t want any?” Levi asked, offering Chase a spoonful of deliciousness.

“No, thanks, love. My dinner was creamy enough; I don’t think my body can handle a spoonful of crème brûlée on top of it. Do you want this rock-hard body to go to mush?” Chase asked, flexing his bicep at the table.

Levi’s mouth dropped open as he stared at the muscular god sitting across from him. Why were the gods so cruel? Placing a delicious slab of beef in front of him when they knew full well that he couldn’t just pull the man’s dick out and go to town.

“You’re cruel. Teasing a starving boy like that. Put those guns away before you get arrested,” Levi responded, shoving the spoonful of cream into his mouth, trying to distract himself. He decided to get back at Chase by letting out a sinful moan as he swallowed down the deliciously warm cream.

Across from him, Chase’s eyes heated as he listened to the erotic sounds coming from Levi’s mouth. The fucker even adjusted the bulge between his legs, teasing Levi even more. Fuck, this guy liked to play dirty.

Once they finished dinner, they decided to take a walk along the Seine River. It was one of the more romantic things to do while in Paris. Walk hand in hand with your lover and enjoy the starlight view.

Levi had lived in Paris his entire life, but no matter how many times he saw them, the lights of Paris always took his breath away. There was something magical about them. They promised love, romance, and hope for a better tomorrow. Levi loved it.

He snaked his arm through Chase’s, which was quickly becoming his new favorite thing, and walked beside the six-foot-three hunk of American beef.

Having the warmth of Chase’s large body pressed up against his, he felt safe and secure even when walking through the dark alleys of Paris. Normally, Levi would avoid such areas, especially late at night, knowing what sort of creatures lurked in the shadows, waiting to take advantage of unsuspecting people. With Chase by his side, he never felt safer.

Standing at five-foot-eight, Levi’s face was level with Chase’s thick chest. He didn’t mind. Who didn’t love admiring the thickness of a solid man in the prime of his youth?

This was definitely one of the most romantic days he had ever had with a guy. Wandering the exhibits in the Louvre, enjoying a kiss in the gardens, even strolling hand in hand. It was all so magical.

Walking in silence, he tried to enjoy the feel of Chase’s body pressed up against his. He knew that Chase found him attractive, but he also knew that at some point, Chase would leave and head back to his home in America… just like all the others.

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