Welcome to Part 2 of Hell Is Empty & All The Devils Are Here!
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HELL IS EMPTY & ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE
by Tucker
McCallahan
2 – JUNE 5, 2015, EVENING
“It’s only in love and in murder that we still remain
sincere.” Friedrich Dürrenmatt
Levi Reisbeck unlocked the front door of his condo and
stepped inside. He transferred his briefcase to his opposite hand and juggled
the bag of groceries on one arm to close and lock the door.
“Grif? You still here?”
Levi’s voice was a rich baritone, and one of his best assets
as an attorney. His colleagues all said he had a silver tongue. Grif had said
the same thing in an entirely different context. Levi smiled as he slipped his
Ferragamo loafers off and tread on socked feet to the kitchen. He set the
groceries on the island and went into the great room. He hung his suit coat around
the recliner and dropped his briefcase on the ottoman.
“Grif?”
Levi didn’t expect his boyfriend to answer. They’d argued
the previous night. His sexy boy wasn’t out, and he refused to move in with
Levi despite the fact that they’d been seeing each other exclusively for over
six months.
Grif still kept his belongings at his parent’s house in Shaker Heights
Levi was more than tired of it.
He opened the door to the master bedroom and his breath
caught. Any thoughts of arguing about how Grif’s closeted status affected their
relationship vanished as Levi drank in the beauty sprawled across his
king-sized bed.
Grif’s tall, well-muscled body laid diagonally, the royal
blue sheets twisted around his torso and the upper part of one leg. His face
was the picture of masculine beauty. Long dark eyelashes lay like French fans
against the supple curve of his pale cheek, an exquisite contrast to the five
o’clock shadow covering the sharp angle of his jaw.
Levi groaned as his body reacted to the sight. Something
about Griffin Edwards drove him wild.
Entering the room on silent feet, Levi pulled his tie off
and unbuttoned his shirt. He freed the pearl cufflinks from his French cuffs,
taking the time to open his cufflink case and press the pair into the velvet
slot they occupied when he wasn’t wearing them. His shirt and tie went into the
dry cleaning bag on the back of his closet door, and he hung his crocodile belt
on his belt rack. He was sliding out of his suit pants when he heard a soft
chuckle.
“You are so anal.”
Levi turned toward the bed. Grif was propped up on one arm,
watching him undress. Levi carefully hung the pants on a padded hangar and
slowly approached the bed in his silk shorts and socks.
“I didn’t expect you to be here.”
“Work kept me til 3. I was too tired to ride the bus all the
way home.” Grif fell back into the mound of pillows, his eyes closed.
Levi climbed onto the bed beside him, leaning down to gently
brush his lips over Grif’s belly. He spoke with his mouth hovering over all
that smooth pretty skin.
“This is your home.”
Grif groaned and rolled into Levi, reaching for him.
“Don’t wanna fight,” he mumbled, curling around Levi like a
big house cat.
“Me either.”
Levi stroked a hand through Grif’s short hair. It was
bed-mussed and beautiful, like the rest of him.
“Mmmm. More pets.”
Levi’s hand caressed Grif’s throat, slid over his broad
shoulder and ended spread over a firm pectoral. A smile bloomed over Grif’s
face as his eyes fluttered open, the blue of them as deep and royal as the
sheets. A bolt of lust shot from Levi’s groin to his brain. He cupped Grif’s
face.
“I want you.”
“I’m right here.” Grif rolled onto his back again. He was
well on his way to being fully aroused, his erection tenting the sheet that
covered it.
Levi knelt up and pulled his shorts off, letting them fall
to the floor. His manicured hands gripped the sheet and untangled it, slowly
pulling it free and exposing every inch of Grif’s pale flesh. Grif’s smile
morphed into a naughty grin and he stretched, spreading his thighs wide. The
sheet landed on the floor beside the duvet. Levi slid up Grif’s body and
blanketed it, grinding against him.
“Fast and rough, or slow and hard?” Levi whispered, staring
into Grif’s eyes.
“Fast and hard.”
“That wasn’t a choice.”
“I figured a big-time lawyer would be open to negotiations.”
Grif’s hands landed on Levi’s firm ass and squeezed. Levi’s
chocolate-colored eyes darkened to almost black.
“You’re cheating.”
“Yup.”
Levi wrenched away just long enough to yank open the bottom
drawer of his nightstand and deal with the condom and lube. He scooped Grif’s
legs up over his forearms. Grif moaned, a shiver running down his body as Levi
rubbed against him, teasing.
“Oh God ….”
Before Grif could start praying in earnest, Levi buried
himself in Grif’s body.
Grif’s hand went to his dick as his back arched. Levi did
exactly what Grif had asked for and pounded into him hard and fast. Grif went
boneless, relaxing completely and sinking into the pleasure blazing up over his
body. His hand fell away from his erection and his head kicked back, his mouth
dropping open in ecstasy.
“You feel so good.” Levi leaned over Grif and claimed his
open mouth in a hard possessive kiss.
Grif whimpered, clinging. This angle was better. The flames
licking over his skin ate all the way through his body. Orgasm burst over him,
and he attacked Levi’s mouth.
“Fuuuuck ….” Levi groaned as Grif came, rippling and
clenching so hard Levi’s eyes rolled back. The warm spurts of Grif’s release
spread between them and Levi tripped. The rush was all-consuming. Collapsing
against Grif’s damp body, Levi petted him and pressed kisses all over Grif’s
face.
“I was afraid you’d be angry I came here.”
“Grif, I meant what I said.” Levi pulled Grif close and held
him tight. “This is your home.”
Grif’s arms tightened around Levi. This was right; Grif knew
it was. He loved Levi more than he’d ever loved anyone. Levi kissed him again,
stealing the breath from his lungs and leaving Grif dizzy. He gazed up into
Levi’s beautiful face, his mouth open to agree to move in, finally. A black
shadow that wasn’t quite hidden by the rich chocolate color swirled through
Levi’s eyes.
Grif froze, the words he’d been about to speak forgotten.
Levi smiled, and it was terrifying. “I’d claim you body and
soul if you’d just let me.”
Every hair on the back of Grif’s neck stood up. Ice flooded
his veins and chills erupted over his whole body. Struggling free of Levi’s
embrace, Grif rolled out of bed so fast he almost fell. He bolted for the
bathroom leaving Levi in bed, staring at Grif’s retreating back.
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