You shove the door to Levi’s quarters shut behind you, still breathing hard from the mission. Before you can say a word he’s on you, gloved hand fisting the front of your shirt and yanking you forward until your mouths crash. His kiss is all teeth and demand, tongue shoving past your lips like he owns the space. You taste sweat and iron and him.
“Strip,” he orders, voice low and flat. He steps back just enough to watch, arms crossed, eyes sharp. You peel off your jacket, then your shirt, then the rest, skin prickling under his stare. When you’re naked he nods once. “On the desk. Face down.”
You bend over the heavy wooden desk, tits pressed to the cool surface, ass up. Levi moves behind you, boots loud on the floorboards. He doesn’t bother taking his own clothes off yet. You hear the clink of his belt, the rasp of a zipper. Then his bare hand cracks across your ass, sharp and sudden. You jerk and moan.
“Already wet,” he mutters, two fingers dragging through your folds. “Fucking slut. Been thinking about this all day?” He pushes both fingers inside you without warning, pumping hard and fast, knuckles bumping your entrance. You push back against his hand, greedy for more.
“Answer me,” he snaps.
“Yes, Captain.”
He adds a third finger, stretching you open, thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit. The wet sound of it fills the small room. He works you until your thighs shake, then pulls his fingers free and wipes them on your ass cheek.
You hear him spit into his palm. A second later the blunt head of his cock nudges your entrance. He doesn’t ease in. He drives forward in one rough thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You cry out, walls clenching around the sudden invasion. Levi groans, low and guttural, hips already snapping.
“Take it,” he growls. His hands grip your waist hard enough to bruise. He fucks you like he’s punishing you, deep, punishing strokes that jolt the desk and make your breath punch out of you. Every thrust drags over that spot inside that makes your vision blur. You reach down to rub your clit but he slaps your hand away.
“Mine,” he says. He reaches around and takes over, fingers working you fast and rough in time with his cock. “You come when I say.”
You’re dripping down your thighs, the slap of skin loud and obscene. Levi leans over you, chest to your back, breath hot on your ear.
“Gonna fill this cunt,” he rasps. “Gonna fuck you full and watch it leak out of you.”
He changes angle, hitting deeper, and you sob his name. Your orgasm crashes through you sudden and violent. Your cunt pulses around him, milking his cock. Levi doesn’t stop. He fucks you straight through it, pace never slowing, dragging it out until you’re shaking and oversensitive.
Only then does he pull out. He flips you onto your back on the desk, legs spread wide. He shoves back inside in one stroke, eyes locked on where his cock disappears into you. “Look at that,” he says, voice rough. “Greedy little hole.”
He fucks you harder now, one hand pinning your thigh open, the other wrapped around your throat. Not squeezing, just holding, reminding you who’s in charge. Your second orgasm builds fast. You come again with a broken moan, back arching off the wood.
Levi’s rhythm falters. He slams in deep and stays there, cock twitching as he comes. You feel every hot pulse of it, filling you until it leaks out around his shaft. He stays buried for a long moment, breathing hard, then pulls out slow. Cum drips from you onto the desk.
He tucks himself away, zips up, then grabs a clean cloth from his drawer. He wipes you down with surprising care, fingers gentle now between your legs. When he’s done he pulls you upright and into his lap on the chair, arms around you.
“Stay the night,” he says against your hair. It’s not a request, but there’s something softer under the command. You nod, already half-asleep against his chest, his cum still warm inside you.
Levi carries you to his bed without another word. He strips the rest of the way, slides in behind you, and pulls you back against his body. One hand rests possessively on your hip. You feel him already half-hard again against your ass.
“Round two in an hour,” he murmurs. “Don’t think you’re done yet.”
You smile into the pillow, already wet again at the promise.
