Page 97 of On Your Knees

I grip his hard cock through his jeans. He whines and arches.

I open the glove box, tossing the gun inside and grabbing the lube, then I pull Levi back out of the seat. He’s loose and compliant as I tug him toward the front of the car. I open his pants and tug them down, then I bend him over the hood.

I hold him down with my elbow while I squeeze lube into my hand. When I press the lube into his hole, he moans. He’s tightened back up since I fucked him this morning, but he opens easily for me and I soon unzip my pants, lube my hard, aching cock, and start pushing inside him.

Levi whines and moans and pushes back against me. I lean over him, forcing my way into his body until I’m flush against him. Then I grab his hair and I grab his hips and I fuck him.

It’s rough and dirty and primal because my angel is a wild, dark, dirty thing. I fuck him with raw, harsh thrusts until he seizes on me and starts bucking in my grip as he comes all over the side of the car.

I want to keep fucking him, I want to come inside him, but we need to go. So I pull out of him. I fix his pants. I get him back in the car.

I tuck my hard cock away and zip my jeans as I walk around the car to the driver’s door. I get in and start the engine.

As I drive across the city to the penthouse, Levi is curled up in the passenger seat, watching me. I reach for his hand. I squeeze it once for yes then pull it into my lap. He understands. He touches me through my jeans.

Strange sensations move through my body as I drive with Levi touching my cock. They’re not all good sensations, but I need him to keep going even when I start getting upset. I need him to keep his hand on me. He does. He understands.

I get us to the building and into the parking garage. I have to pull away from him to get out. He gets out too. He’s dazed and aroused again. I pick him up like I did that night at the park. I carry him to the elevator. On the ride up, he murmurs and nuzzles at my throat. Heat rolls through my body. I hug him to me.

When we reach the top floor, I carry Levi to our door. I punch in my code and get the door open, then I kick it shut behind us. I carry him through the dark apartment to the playroom.

I don’t turn on the lights. There’s no need. City light and moonlight are spilling in through the windows. I carry Levi past the chairs and benches and cages. I carry him to the corner and let him down.

I open his pants again and pull them down his thighs. Then he turns, not once questioning my choice, and kneels on the prayer bench. I unzip my pants. I grab a bottle of lube and slick my cock again. Then I lean over him once more. I set my cockhead to his hole and push inside. I fuck him, here on the prayer bench, rewriting penitence with pleasure.

Levi moans and grips the edge of the bench, bracing for every hard thrust. When I reach around him and grab his cock, he cries out, jerking against me. His cock pulses in my hand and he spills all over me. It’s so fucking beautiful that I bury myself inside him and come so hard that I’m grunting and straining through every deep, rolling wave of it.

As it passes, I start kissing the back of his neck. “I love you,” I breathe into him. “God, I love you.”

Levi reaches up, grabbing at my hair, holding me tight against him.

When I can think, I ease out of him. I pull him off the bench. As he turns in my arms, my legs give out, and I let myself fall to the floor with Levi on top of me.

I drift. I float in the bliss. I feel Levi breathe against me as he whispers, “I love you too.”

* * *

I must doze because I wake, suddenly alert, sure that I heard something. My head lifts from the floor.

Levi murmurs against me, “I think it’s Patrick.”

“Oh shit. Right.”

Levi and I get up, fixing our clothes. I grab a couple of towels from the stack so we can sort of clean up. But I know Patrick won’t mind that we’re a mess.

I take Levi’s hand and lead him out. There’s a light on in the kitchen, and we emerge to find Patrick sweeping up the mess of broken glass and ceramic that we left in the kitchen however long ago.

Patrick glances up. He says, “Everything should be okay. He had no cameras. I’m guessing because he didn’t want his own shit on them.”

I nod.

Patrick says, “I wiped you from his files as best I could.”

I blink. I didn’t know Patrick knew how to do things like that.

He keeps sweeping. He’s pensive. Upset. There are a lot of potential reasons for that, but the one he gives me isn’t the one I expect.

He says, “I didn’t know, Ethan. I didn’t know he was one of them. I wish I would’ve known. I wish you would’ve talked to me.”