place for steaks.”
“No fucking without dinner, remember? Your rules.” Tracy ran a finger along the edge of the tattoo starting at his shoulder to his waist. “You have to tell me about this one day,” he whispered, watching as Levi trembled at his touch.
“No, I don’t. And you already broke that rule,” Levi whispered. Tilting the beer bottle to his lips, he licked the rim before drinking the rest down.
“That wasn’t fucking. That was—“
“You shoved your dick between my legs and had a very happy ending. I call that fucking.”
“No, you shoved my dick between your legs. And I call that taking advantage of—“
“Oh, you took advantage of me, all right. Twice. But now we have to go to dinner when there’s a bed and—“
Tracy snaked his arm around Levi’s waist and pulled him flush against him. He leaned down and closed his mouth over Levi’s, cutting off whatever it was he was about to say. “Fuck, you talk too much.”
“More fucking, less talking. I like that idea.” Levi palmed him through his shorts, cupping his balls. Tracy fought the groan, but it tore from his throat. He shoved his hands in Levi’s hair and tilted his face up. God, the man had the most delicate features, and his mouth. God, his mouth. The smile that tilted that mouth said he knew exactly what Tracy was thinking. “I like that idea better.” He licked his lips. Mouth parted, he flicked his tongue over his teeth, licking his top lip again.
“You’re a flirt. And a cock tease.” Tracy couldn’t stop the want shooting through his body. His dick pressed hard against his zipper, begging for some of Levi’s tongue action up close and personal.
“Who are you calling a tease? I never tease when it comes to cock. And you like it when I flirt. It makes you hot.” Levi’s hand slipped inside his shorts, his button and zipper opened as if by magic. Cold air from the AC blasted over his now scorching dick, hot fingers wrapped around him, stroking him until he forgot why he was here. “On my knees or on my back?”
“I love you on your back.” What the hell was he saying? There wasn’t time for this. “My parents have the grill going. The kids are already out at the house.”
“So this isn’t a date-date—this is a football thing, and you thought you’d sneak in a meet the parents. Why Tracy I’m so flattered, but I don’t do parents.” A touch of fear entered Levi’s eyes. Tracy thrust into his hand, looking for the relief he needed from the now insistent stroking. “So I’m going to have to decline the invitation.” He felt Levi’s shorts slither down his legs to fall on his feet. “But I’m more than happy not to let you go back in this condition.”
Tracy slid his hand behind Levi’s neck, running the other down his back to squeeze his ass. He pulled him tight to his body and ground into him. God, he needed this. Levi Brody’s hot ass would be so fucking nice around his dick. He eyed the bed, wondering if it was worth it to move that far and finish this the right way. Levi’s mouth on his neck made him forget his own fucking name.
“Levi.”
“What can Levi do for you, Sugar?” Levi wrapped his good arm around Tracy’s shoulder and pulled himself up on his toes, his hand between them now held them both together. Pre-come slipping and sliding as he thrust into his hand. His breath harsh against Tracy’s neck. “Oh, you smell so good. Why do I want you so much?”
“I don’t know. You smell like sweat. Fucking want to eat you alive.” This thing with Levi had gone way past insane. “Did you call me sugar?”
Levi didn’t answer, he threw his head back, eyes gone vague as heat splashed Tracy’s belly. Hot cum coated his dick, the musky scent of Levi’s release. Fuck, it was too much; he thrust hard into Levi’s belly, looking for his own release.
“Tracy. Tracy. Come for me, baby.” The sweetness of his voice as he begged, the touch of his tongue to Tracy’s lips, the
“No fucking without dinner, remember? Your rules.” Tracy ran a finger along the edge of the tattoo starting at his shoulder to his waist. “You have to tell me about this one day,” he whispered, watching as Levi trembled at his touch.
“No, I don’t. And you already broke that rule,” Levi whispered. Tilting the beer bottle to his lips, he licked the rim before drinking the rest down.
“That wasn’t fucking. That was—“
“You shoved your dick between my legs and had a very happy ending. I call that fucking.”
“No, you shoved my dick between your legs. And I call that taking advantage of—“
“Oh, you took advantage of me, all right. Twice. But now we have to go to dinner when there’s a bed and—“
Tracy snaked his arm around Levi’s waist and pulled him flush against him. He leaned down and closed his mouth over Levi’s, cutting off whatever it was he was about to say. “Fuck, you talk too much.”
“More fucking, less talking. I like that idea.” Levi palmed him through his shorts, cupping his balls. Tracy fought the groan, but it tore from his throat. He shoved his hands in Levi’s hair and tilted his face up. God, the man had the most delicate features, and his mouth. God, his mouth. The smile that tilted that mouth said he knew exactly what Tracy was thinking. “I like that idea better.” He licked his lips. Mouth parted, he flicked his tongue over his teeth, licking his top lip again.
“You’re a flirt. And a cock tease.” Tracy couldn’t stop the want shooting through his body. His dick pressed hard against his zipper, begging for some of Levi’s tongue action up close and personal.
“Who are you calling a tease? I never tease when it comes to cock. And you like it when I flirt. It makes you hot.” Levi’s hand slipped inside his shorts, his button and zipper opened as if by magic. Cold air from the AC blasted over his now scorching dick, hot fingers wrapped around him, stroking him until he forgot why he was here. “On my knees or on my back?”
“I love you on your back.” What the hell was he saying? There wasn’t time for this. “My parents have the grill going. The kids are already out at the house.”
“So this isn’t a date-date—this is a football thing, and you thought you’d sneak in a meet the parents. Why Tracy I’m so flattered, but I don’t do parents.” A touch of fear entered Levi’s eyes. Tracy thrust into his hand, looking for the relief he needed from the now insistent stroking. “So I’m going to have to decline the invitation.” He felt Levi’s shorts slither down his legs to fall on his feet. “But I’m more than happy not to let you go back in this condition.”
Tracy slid his hand behind Levi’s neck, running the other down his back to squeeze his ass. He pulled him tight to his body and ground into him. God, he needed this. Levi Brody’s hot ass would be so fucking nice around his dick. He eyed the bed, wondering if it was worth it to move that far and finish this the right way. Levi’s mouth on his neck made him forget his own fucking name.
“Levi.”
“What can Levi do for you, Sugar?” Levi wrapped his good arm around Tracy’s shoulder and pulled himself up on his toes, his hand between them now held them both together. Pre-come slipping and sliding as he thrust into his hand. His breath harsh against Tracy’s neck. “Oh, you smell so good. Why do I want you so much?”
“I don’t know. You smell like sweat. Fucking want to eat you alive.” This thing with Levi had gone way past insane. “Did you call me sugar?”
Levi didn’t answer, he threw his head back, eyes gone vague as heat splashed Tracy’s belly. Hot cum coated his dick, the musky scent of Levi’s release. Fuck, it was too much; he thrust hard into Levi’s belly, looking for his own release.
“Tracy. Tracy. Come for me, baby.” The sweetness of his voice as he begged, the touch of his tongue to Tracy’s lips, the
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