SWNOVELS Savior Complex: Chapter 8
Levy’s brow rises as he lays down the challenge, and I am more than happy to rise to the occasion. He’s an amazing man, accomplished, well educated, complex.
I’m not surprised people assume he wants to be in charge, but he just admitted my favorite thing: he wants to be taken care of. Sure, this has the potential to get a little complicated, considering I can’t stay in the United States for very long. This can’t go anywhere, but after a day like today, I’m grateful he’s as on board as I am. I need to cuddle him, edge him, fuck him, and let him be the one I can make it all better for.
Laying him out on the bed, I step back and admire his colorful, scruffy aesthetic. His beard is a little unkempt and his hair could use a trim, but his ink is beautiful, mostly black-and-gray geometric designs. A beautiful geometric piece adorns his throat and a tiny cluster of fine-line retro eight-pointed stars hug his hairline, curving from the top of his cheekbone around his brow. Dotwork roses and skulls with the same geometric designs grace the backs of his hands, and his knuckle tattoos spell out H-O-P-E and L-O-V-E.
“You’re built like a brawler. Well-developed chest and arms, strong in the legs, with a bit of softness in the belly. Intimidating if we were fighting one another, but adorable as fuck spread out on my bed.”
His soft smile tells me I’ve said the right thing.
“Hands and knees,” I say. A command, but not.
His deep breath and immediate acquiescence feed something in me. The gorgeous designs continue down his back and legs. I like that he is a little on the taller side, a little on the broader side. More importantly, I am taller and broader than he is, so I can cover his back with my body, pressing my front into him.
We stay like that for a few moments, my body draped over his, swaying on our hands and knees, as my cock runs over his hanging balls.
“Do we need to be quiet?” I ask, mesmerized by the patterns on his skin. Sacred geometry, I think it’s called.
“Probably. I don’t think he’ll wake up, but we should try to keep it down.”
“Okay, I’ll try,” I promise, reaching under him to flick his heavy-hanging nipple piercings.
My cock nudges underneath his sac, running alongside his shaft as we rock forward and back, enjoying the sway of our bodies. Letting him hold my weight, I bring my hands to both nipples, tugging, flicking.
“You still good?”
He nods, breathing heavily.
“Is my weight too much for you?”
Levy shakes his head. “I’m just trying not to come all over your bed.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
I pop his heavy nipple rings again, enough to get them to swing back and forth while I cup his belly and thrust between his thighs, glancing over his taint piercing. Coating my fingers in lube, I slide my hand down and jack him, sliding his cockhead piercing back and forth.
“Do you ever wear heavier gauges on your cock piercings?”
“Yessss,” he hisses.
“So you can secretly be turned on while running errands and cleaning house?”
“Not always practical, but I love it.”
I’m half-tempted to make him get out his heavier gauges so we can really play, but…I don’t know if I can wait much longer. Pulling away, I tap his hip. “Turn over.”
He looks back. “Really?”
“Unless you prefer doggy.”
“I like it, but I miss eye contact.”
“Me too. Some men prefer casual sex to be as impersonal as possible, but I don’t mind getting a little personal.”
He turns on his back, his kind brown eyes meeting mine. “Neither do I.”
Truth be told, the glans piercing makes me want to slide down his hard cock, but tonight is about taking care of him. We can take care of me another night.
Thumbing his taint piercing, I press my lubed middle finger inside him, loving how he arches to meet me. I add a second finger, and he grimaces even as he pushes back on me, forcing me deeper.
“Not too painful?”
He shakes his head. “I like a bite of pain.”
I scoop my fingers and thumb his piercing until his thick cock is ramrod straight and leaking onto his belly.
“Close,” he says, his voice strangled, practically pleading with me.
I slide my fingers from his tight clutch, and he groans.
“Machiavelli,” he snarls playfully.
“I’m not hurting you. I’m building it up for you.”
“Okay, sure. But you’re also torturing me.”
I lower my body onto his, letting him take my full weight as I kiss him and grind against him. “That’s not a complaint, is it?”
He shakes his head.
“That’s what I thought.”
When his cock has sufficiently calmed down, I slowly, carefully, push three thick fingers into his greedy little hole.
“Three?” he gasps. “Aren’t we fancy now?”
I respond by twisting and curving my fingers, making him arch from the bed again.
“Oh fuck.” Closing his eyes, he tilts his chin up, his body chasing every bit of pleasure. When his balls draw close to his body, I pull away, enjoying his sound of dissatisfaction a little too much.
Switching it up, I return to playing with his piercings, going harder with each breathy gasp.
“Please, Javi. Please. Take me. I need it.”
I smile, enjoying the nickname on his lips. Straddling his hips, I rise to my knees and slowly stroke up and down my cock, thrilled to see his eyes widen as I stroke myself to full hardness.
“You like my dick, Levy?” I ask, rolling the condom down my length.
Licking his bottom lip, he nods feverishly. “Please. Please fuck me with your huge cock.”
Grinning, I slather lube on my cock and notch myself against his well-stretched rim. I push in slow and steady, watching his face, enjoying the way his sexy mouth goes slack.
I pause halfway, pull back, and then stroke forward.
“Is this enough? I can stop here.”
“There’s more?”
I wink and push forward a bit. He breathes heavily and lets out a whine. “How much more?”
“I’m halfway in, baby.”
I bite my lip, knowing I should’ve held back on the endearment, but the way he melts the second the word leaves my lips…it’s hard to feel bad about it.
“Only halfway?”
I nod.
“You sure you’re not fisting me?” he asks, completely unserious. I laugh, holding up my hands as proof.
“I want all of it.”
“Greedy.”
“Extremely.”
I inch in and back repeatedly until my belly is pressing against his sac. I pull my torso back, admiring my work.
“Your hole looks so beautiful stretched around my cock. How are you feeling?”
“Like somebody just shoved Frost Tower up my ass.”
“What is a Frost Tower?”
“It’s the big tower in the middle of downtown Austin,” he grits through his teeth.
I rock back and forth carefully. “Hmm. Do you like having Frost Tower shoved up your ass?”
“I do,” he says, rocking back onto me. “I very much do.”
I suck and pull and twist and play with his nipple piercings as his body gradually relaxes around me.
“Fuck me,” he begs.
I add a bit more lube to his stretched rim, then pull out and quickly push back in.
“More.”
This time when I pull out, I snap my hips, driving into him with my full length. He starts to wail, and I clamp my hand over his mouth. He grabs my arm, not to drag the hand away from his mouth, merely to hold on. I begin a steady, insistent thrust, his eyes widening each time I bottom out, then lazily narrowing as I pull back.
“Baby, you’re taking me so good. Why don’t you wrap your legs around my waist so I can go even deeper?”
Squirming beneath me, he surrounds me with his thick legs and strong arms, like fucking into the world’s best hug. I kiss him deeply, rolling my hips, shifting them from side to side as I thrust into him. He moves his hips in time with mine, taking every fucking inch of me.
“I’m so close,” he whines. “Can I come now?”
God, I love that he’s asking.
“Yes, baby. Come for me.”
As close as I am, I can’t drag it out a second longer. I can’t tell if it’s the wine or him, but I feel inebriated, dizzy in the best way possible. He clamps down on my cock, and I reach between us, barely touching him before thick white cum spurts onto his beautifully adorned belly. I use my lips to gently tug on a nipple ring and am rewarded with one more quivering spurt of cum.
His disheveled hair and lax body, the need in his eyes… I can’t hold back another second and start snapping my hips, delving deeper and deeper into his body, wishing I could mark him the way I want to. The orgasm seems to go on forever, shaking out every nerve in my body as I unload into the condom. Shivering, I finally finish, staying inside him as long as I can, loving the feeling of being held while taking him apart.
I grab the condom with a shaky hand and slowly pull out, dragging along his oversensitive nerve endings, loving how he shifts and silently keens as he palms his nipples.
“Fuck,” he stage-whispers. “Guys with big cocks usually aren’t that good, but damn. You fucked me stupid.”
I’m lucky enough to be regularly complimented on my lovemaking, but I usually take it at face value. Something about those exact same words from Levy hits differently. Maybe it’s the emotion of this past day, but I need those words like air. I need this to have been as good for him as it was for me.
When he tries to get up, I push him down against the bed and lick his belly clean before tying off my condom and walking across the hallway to the bathroom. I wet a washcloth and wipe the excess cum from his belly and the lube from his puffy, perfect asshole.
Silently, because I don’t know how to ask a man to stay the night with me, I drag him to me, holding him from behind, wrapping my arms around him, feeling as greedy as he had moments ago.
“Sorry, needing some skin on skin, apparently,” I say, my excuse completely uncharacteristic.
“Me too,” he whispers, laying kisses on my forearms.
He settles back against me, and I can’t account for the relief that comes from the knowledge he’ll stay in bed with me. Suddenly, it’s as if the last few days have caught up with me. Exhausted, overwhelmed, I find myself falling into a deep black hole, pulling Levy against my chest before going completely under.
I wake up the next morning to an empty bed, and the disappointment I feel is as baffling as the need I had to hold him. The smell of coffee permeates the room, so I pull on my cleanest clothes and walk barefoot into the living room.
Ant is in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee. Hearing me, he spins. “You ready for your caffeine fix?”
I nod, and he pulls a mug out of the cabinet before reaching for the half-and-half. Like yesterday, he puts an unreasonable amount of cream in his mug and just enough in mine. He follows that with more sugar craziness in his mug while adding only two spoonfuls to mine.
After stirring them, he hands me mine and takes a sip of his, shimmying his shoulders. “Ahhh. So good.”
“You might as well go to Starbucks if you want to put that much sugar in there.”
He shakes his head. “I need even more sugar for Starbucks.”
I laugh, and we clink coffee mugs, both barefoot, propping ourselves up against the countertop, standing in the place he’s called home for the last several months.
After a few life-giving sips, I ask, “Do you have work today?”
“Justin said I could take the rest of the week. I don’t know how long you’ll be here, but I’m hoping you can stay through the weekend.”
“I would love to. I’ve already promised Levy I’ll help him with his deck building, but I don’t want to impose.”
Ant shakes his head, waving away my concern. “You see the size of the place. We’ve got plenty of room. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”
“I definitely want to get to know you better. But…I would feel awful if I couldn’t contribute in some way. I’m good with my hands. Is there anything that needs to be fixed around here?”
I shake my head even as I’m saying it. This place looks like it is brand new.
“Most everything is good because of the rebuild, but we can check with Charlie. Also, Bram and Levy have other projects on their property, so I’m sure there’ll be plenty to do this week.”
“Of course. I want to give back to these people who have put our family back together.”
Ant sets down his mug and comes in for a long hug. “I’m going to have to get used to this,” he says into my chest.
“I bet.”
“When Charlie and Erik first rescued me, I stayed at Mama and Papa Bash’s house. Charlie said they would adopt me.”
“Adopt you? Weren’t you already an adult?”
He nods. “I was about to turn twenty. I told him I didn’t want to be adopted. That’s a particularly gross kink some of my clients had.”
I curl my hands into fists. I understand why he uses words like client. Calling them what they are—sex traffickers, enslavers, and rapists—would probably be harder for him. Shoving down my revulsion—at them, never him—I neutralize my expression so he feels he can talk. I don’t care how awful it is. I want him to be able to say things to me. I’ll ask Levy about his therapist after this if I have to.
“What did he say to that?”
“Charlie explained it was a figure of speech. That we were a found family. I thought he meant like trash on the side of the road, but he explained my value had nothing to do with how people treated me.”
“Did you believe him?”
“He said it so sincerely that I had no choice,” he says with a small smile.
“I doubt anyone here is going to feel very safe with you going back into Mexico, given the circumstances. I don’t think you would feel very good about that either right now. Unless I’m wrong.”
He shakes his head. “You’re not wrong. I don’t…I didn’t imagine I’d ever have to face where I came from? Plus, I’m already working on so many other things that…”
I squeeze him hard. “Priorities. Absolutely. I don’t know if this helps, but you were sold from your grandfather’s house in San Miguel de Allende. Our family land is not in the same place you were taken from. It is about an hour away. I know your father’s family mostly kept you away, but I think you’d recognize it if you saw it again. I think it would feel safe. Eventually.”
Ant nods. “Okay. I’ll think about it. By the way, if you want to believe in people again, you should see Levy work with the horses.”
“Yeah?”
“I swear he’s communicating with them. If a horse gets upset, he runs a hand down their neck, and they immediately chill out.”
Hm. That explains why I feel so peaceful around him.
Ant checks his watch. “Sparrow’s picked up a rescue horse but doesn’t have room for it, so we’re going to take it. He should be here any minute. Want to watch them work with the horse?”
“That sounds amazing. Of course.”
“Sweet. Let’s grab some breakfast and walk over there.”