28. Levi
Chapter 28
Levi
M y cock is heavy and swollen with need in my hand.
Sienna’s eyes widen at the sight of it and she leans forward like she wants to devour me the way I just devoured her.
I reach out and stop her with a hand on her shoulder, and she gives me a look of pure disappointment.
"You think you can just send me pictures of yourself in the middle of the day... and there be no consequences?"
The words come out huskier than I meant. But then again, I’m harder for her than I’ve ever been for anyone.
Her lips part, and a wicked grin stretches across her face.
I pump my hand over my cock, and it strains even more. Pre-cum beads at the tip.
Sienna watches it happen — enthralled — and before it can drip to the floor, I grab her by the neck again and pull her closer.
"Open your mouth."
She obeys instantly, those bright eyes looking up at me, trusting and eager.
"Stick out your tongue."
She does, just as I leak a drop onto her tongue. I press her chin up gently, closing her jaw for her.
"Swallow for me."
She makes a show of it, opening her mouth afterward to prove she did.
"Greedy little Angel," I rasp, bending down to kiss her slow and filthy, tasting both of us mingled on her lips. "But you only get a taste for now."
“Mmmm,” she hums against my mouth, so fucking sweet.
I pull back just enough to ask, "Where’s your bed, Sienna?"
She licks her lips, still breathless. "There," she whispers, pointing toward the small hallway.
I eye it, then eye her, waiting.
"God, you’re fucking gorgeous," I growl.
She blushes, cheeks pink, and I can't wait another second. I bend and haul her over my shoulder caveman-style, making her squeal and laugh as I carry her toward the room.
Her laughter’s still lingering in the air when I lay her down on her bed.
But before I can pounce, she bites her bottom lip, suddenly shy.
"Can I… ask you something?" she says, voice barely above a whisper.
I sit on the edge of the mattress, heart thudding. "You can ask me anything, Angel."
She toys with the hem of her hoodie. "I was reading this pirate romance... and the main character... she got tied up."
I arch a brow. "Yeah?"
Her cheeks go even redder. "And it... I don’t know. It really intrigued me."
I grin, feeling my cock twitch. "You ever been tied up before?"
She shakes her head. "No."
I lean closer, brushing my knuckles down her flushed cheek. "Takes trust. Takes a safe word. Takes someone who knows what the hell they’re doing."
Her eyes search mine. Brave. Wide open.
"You trust me, Angel?"
"With everything," she breathes.
Fuck me.
I stand, tugging my shirt over my head. "Lucky for you..." I smirk. "I’m pretty good with knots."
Her eyes widen.
I chuckle. "Did a stint as a parachute rigger in the military. Knots are kinda my thing."
She scrambles off the bed, practically bouncing over to her closet. She digs for a second and pulls out a nylon rope, holding it out to me like an offering.
"For the record," she says quickly, "I didn’t buy this for sex. I swear. But now..." Her voice dips lower. "I really want it to be for sex."
I take the rope from her, turning it over in my hands, inspecting it.
"Good quality," I murmur. "Soft enough not to leave burns. Strong enough to hold you still."
Her throat bobs.
I walk back to the bed, patting the mattress. "Get up here."
She scrambles onto the bed, heart pounding so hard I can see the thrum in her neck.
"Safe word?" I ask.
She thinks for a second, then says, "Kickstand."
I grin. "Cute. And fitting."
I kiss her once, slow and deep. "You say it, everything stops. No shame. No hesitation. You run the show, Sienna. Understand?"
"Yes," she whispers.
I take her wrists gently and begin looping the rope around them with precise, sure movements — wrapping, knotting, leaving just enough slack to move but not enough to break free.
Her breath hitches with every pass of the rope.
When I finish, I stand back, admiring my work—her wrists bound together above her head, her hair spilling across the pillow, her chest rising and falling fast.
"Christ, you’re beautiful," I mutter.
I trail kisses down her arm, across her collarbone, lower… until she’s trembling beneath me.
I check in with her, murmuring against her skin, "Still good?"
"Better than good," she gasps.
And then I take my time worshipping her, using my mouth, my hands, my body and pushing her higher and higher until she’s sobbing out my name in pleasure, the rope biting deliciously into her skin as she writhes for me.
She trusts me.
She gave herself to me.
And I intend to make sure she never forgets what it feels like to be wanted this way.
* * *
The sun’s rays are peaking through the blinds just above Sienna’s bed, when I hear my phone’s ringtone somewhere nearby.
The woman next to me groans as she stretches her arms up over her head and yawns, sinking down further into the sheets.
The ringing stops. So I roll over on my side and tug her body against mine. We’re both still naked. And my God, there’s nothing more perfect than the feeling of her flesh against mine.
I kiss her neck and she giggles.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to work today,” she admits. “I’m sore all over.”
I chuckle against her skin. “Then it’s a good thing I told everyone to stay home since we’ll be working a week straight with the competition.”
She scrunches her face. “Wait, really?”
I kiss her again. “Really.”
“Thank God,” she breathes out. “I was already worried about how we’d cover up the hickey.”
I look down at her body, lifting the sheets to get a good look. “You don’t have any hickeys.”
She flips over, facing the up. Her breasts bouncing as she does.
“Not me,” she grins. Then runs her fingers over my neck where I have a sore spot.
“You little blood sucker!” I tickle her sides and she squeals like a wild animal before bringing her fingers to her lips and making a shushing sound.
I drop my hands and listen. The front door closes shut.
“Oh shit,” I say.
“It’s Julian,” she says, pulling the sheets off in a panic.
Her fucking cousin. Of course, the same one who she had mentioned told everyone that she was Brody’s daughter. I have no doubt he’d be more than excited to spread this juicy rumor… however true it is.
She pulls her drawers open and throws on a t-shirt and some joggers.
“Sienna? You in?” His voice calls out, getting nearer.
“Uh… yeah. Yeah, just getting up.”
She motions for me to move and I slide off her bed, wrapping her sheet around my waist and looking for somewhere to go. I open her closet, but it’s tiny packed full of clothes.
“No,” she whisper yells. “Under the bed.”
My shoulders drop. “Are you fucking–” No time. I drop to the floor and roll on my back, sliding under her bed just as the door opens.
What am I fifteen? This is crazy.
“Hey,” Julian says, I can see his jordans upside down from where I am.
“Hey,” she says back, almost bored.
“Look about yesterday–”
“It’s fine, J. You have your life. I get it.”
It’s a lot dustier under this bed than I expected. I feel a tickle in my nose.
No, no, no. Don’t sneeze. Not now.
“Yeah… and you have yours. But I do feel bad for leaving you hanging. I wasn’t expecting to be out all night. Something just came up. You know?”
Hold it in. Hold it in.
“I get it. Something came up for me too. Don’t worry about it.”
“Really?” he says, relief in his voice.
Ohmigod, get lost kid!
“Really,” she says, earnestly.
“So we’re good?”
Fuck. I can’t. “Aaaachoooo!”
I hear his feet jump back. “Holy shit!’
Sienna sighs, “Oh my God.”
I hold rub my hand down my face because this whole thing has been one epic fail.
“Sienna,” Julian says calmly.
“Yes.”
“Is there a guy under your bed?”
Sienna steps in front of the bed. “Yes.”
For a second neither of them say anything. And I don’t know if I should just come out and shake his damn hand.
But next thing I know, he says, “Nice.”
And they sound like they fist bump. Teenagers, I swear.
“Hey, boy toy. Your phone’s ringing in your pants on the couch. Just FYI.”
I cover my mouth and say muffled say, “Thanks.”
“Yeah, no problem,” I hear the smile in his voice. Then to Sienna he says, “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Yeah,” she says uncomfortably before she closes and locks the door, then drops down to see me on my back under her bed.
“Real smooth there,” she says with a glower.
“You should really sweep under here,” I say, shuffling out. She helps me once I’m halfway out.
“Well, that was close. I’m going to make sure the coast is clear and go grab your clothes so you can–”
“Have breakfast with me.” The words rush out before she can even finish.
“What?”
“Well, not just with me, probably with Josie, too. If that’s okay.”
She smiles, bring a hand up to run it over the scruff of my face. “I’d love that.”
“Yeah?” I feel the my body ignite again at her touch. And I get excited that this won’t be it. We’ll get more time together.
“Yeah,” she says. “But first, I really should go get your pants.”
I look down at my half hard dick.
“Probably a good idea.”