He needed me to keep my word.
Kissing Levi was a supremely bad idea. I kept telling myself that over and over as I slid my hand around the back of his neck and urged him forward that last little bit, but the second my lips touched his, I forgot everything else but the sensation of his mouth beneath mine.
In truth, it was barely a kiss because Levi pulled back almost immediately and I instantly released him. But I’d felt more with that brief contact than I had in any of the meaningless sexual encounters I’d had in the past several years. Because the sensation wasn’t just lingering on my mouth. No, it was firing throughout my entire body, flooding it with heat and a clawing need unlike anything I’d ever known.
I’d expected Levi to sit back, putting distance between us. But to my surprise, he leaned in and kissed me again. Still brief, but just as intense. He again pulled back, but only for a moment and then his lips were back on mine. With every brush of his mouth, he increased the pressure and I finally realized what was happening as his kisses grew more desperate, but he didn’t take the next step.
He’s never kissed anyone before.
It was almost too unlikely to believe, but as his struggle to get more out of each contact grew, the truth became clearer.
I was his first kiss.
My stunted brain finally managed to catch up and on Levi’s next pass over my mouth, I parted my lips and licked over the seam where his lips were tightly pressed together. Levi gasped and jerked back. His eyes flew to mine in surprise. I still had ahold of his neck, but I did nothing to urge him forward again. Instead, I let my eyes drop to his mouth as his tongue came out to run over his lips…tasting me.
Blood rushed to my cock at the move, but I managed to keep from grabbing him and pushing him back on the bed.
No way I was going to fuck up this opportunity.
Levi touched his mouth with his fingers for a moment and then suddenly he was leaning forward again, clasping both sides of my face with his hands. His mouth brushed mine again and this time when I licked his lower lip, he stilled instead of pulling back. I groaned when his tongue mimicked the move I’d just done to him.
Over and over he licked at my lips until I was dizzy with lust. I opened my mouth hoping he’d get the hint and take me up on my invitation.
He did.
Emphatically.
My skin burned where his hands held me. My tongue greeted his as he pushed into my mouth. The second his tongue touched mine, a switch inside of him seemed to flip because he began kissing me with fervor. The rest of his body quickly caught up and after struggling to untangle himself from the blanket, he was pushing himself onto my lap even as he continued to hold my face so he could control the kiss. I happily let him take charge and kept just a light hold on him as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
When we were finally forced to come up for air, Levi whispered, “I didn’t know.” That was all he said before his mouth was back on mine. As he began rubbing his body against mine, I let my hands drift down to grab his ass and instinctively began grinding my erection against him.
The effect was the same as if I’d dumped a bucket of ice water on him.
“No! Stop! Please!”
He wasn’t yelling the words, but his quiet plea was no less impactful. I instantly released him and pulled back to give him space. He scrambled off my lap, but didn’t leave the bed.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“No, I’m sorry,” I returned. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I…I…” He shook his head. “I didn’t mean to…to…”
“It’s okay, Levi. Just catch your breath, okay?” I ached to reach for him again just so I could help him calm down, but I knew my touch would end up doing the opposite.
He took several deep breaths. His gaze momentarily drifted to the baby who was still asleep since we’d managed to keep our make-out session relatively quiet. When his gaze returned to me he said, “I’m sorry, I felt your…your…”
“Erection,” I supplied.
He blushed and nodded. “I didn’t mean to tease you.”
His words had me contemplating my own response. From his kissing alone, I would have guessed him to be a virgin. But I’d seen him with T in the alley…it wasn’t the first time he’d sucked a man’s cock. And his reaction after I’d almost kissed him in the kitchen the previous week was proof that he didn’t view sex in a positive light, which didn’t surprise me in the least since I knew what often happened to smaller, weaker men in prison.