3. Rob
3 ROB
Levi was smooth, I’d give him that. And he wasn’t smooth in that smarmy, greasy kind of way. Oh no, he was smooth like expensive whiskey, or really good tequila.
“You want to tell me about your tattoos…now?” I smacked a hand over my face because I sounded like an idiot.
Levi though? Completely unfazed by my doofus-ness. “Yeah, I’d like to. If that’s cool with you.”
My smile came instantly. If that’s cool with you . It was such a cool guy thing to say, wasn’t it? More importantly, was it cool with me? It was. Hell yeah it was.
“You know what Levi? It is cool with me.” If he was asking what I thought he was, and let’s be honest, he was—then I was totally on board with that. It had been far too long since I had a one night stand, years in fact, and I was a bit rusty, but I was pretty sure he was sending out the signals I was receiving.
His lips curled up and those dimples popped under his beard, which sent my heart into overdrive. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.” He pushed the front door open and waved me along before locking it behind us. “I’ll drive.”
“That’s probably a good idea.” I laughed nervously and let him help me into his dark Bronco. “This is a classic.”
“Yeah? You know about cars?”
I laughed and the engine roared to life. “Hardly, but my dad restored one of these when I was a kid and sometimes I helped. Well, by help I mean I grabbed tools and held flashlights.”
“Still counts as help,” he shot back. “So what do you think?”
“This baby has been restored properly, and it’s nice.” I nestled into the seat a little more. “Very nice. You do it yourself?”
“Nah, but yeah, it’s been restored.” His big hands caressed the steering wheel and I felt myself shiver. It was such a loving, affectionate gesture that it made me think he’d be a generous lover.
The road ahead was dark. There were no lights. I sat up tall and looked around, finding this part of Holiday Grove unfamiliar to me. “Where exactly do you live, Levi?”
He chuckled and slid a glance my way. “It’s a little too late to be asking that isn’t it?”
“It’s never too late. Besides I texted Kayla to tell her I was having a drink with you, so if something happens to me, you are suspect numero uno .”
God, his laugh was filled with life, like despite his rough start he still found joy in life easily. “You’re a little twisted, aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “Spent my late teens and twenties in New York, you have to worry about things like that. Or else.”
He was quiet for a long minute and then pointed up ahead. “My place. Marcus’ house is about six and a half miles from the bar and all the land in between belonged to him. It came with the bar.”
I held up my pinky finger and pitched my voice in a low, and terrible English accent. “You are old money, aren’t you darling.”
He laughed again and the sound hit me in all the right places. “I’m the newest money you’ll find,” he joked.
“This place is great,” I told him when the car came to a stop in front of a home that looked like a cabin. I was pleasantly surprised to find that on the inside it was a perfectly modern home, fit for a bachelor. “Very minimalist. Clean lines and bold colors.”
“It’s home.” His voice was suddenly deeper and grittier.
I spun and found him right there, inches from my face. “Hello, there.”
“Hey.”
I licked my lips, the desire to taste his was so strong. There was something just plain wicked about a man with plump lips. “So, those tattoos?”
Amusement flashed in his eyes before he took a step back and slowly, too damn slowly, unbuttoned his flannel. Underneath was a black tank top and he got rid of that too.
“Here they are.”
His body was magnificent, a true work of art. He had tattoos everywhere, not just his forearms but his biceps, his pecs and a quote. “Damn, Levi. You don’t do anything in half measures do you?”
“I try not to.”
I smiled and started with the quote on his right side. The words started at his ribcage and down to his waist before they wrapped around his back and up the other side. I traced the loopy words with my fingers. There was a black and white orchid on his right bicep and it was so lifelike I gasped.
“These are fantastic.”
“Rob.” That was all he said, my name, but that one syllable held a wealth of meaning.
I stood in front of him and let my fingertips brush his abs and down to that mind-numbing vee at his waistband. “You’re…really hot.”
A deep chuckle sounded. “Thanks.”
“No,” I laughed. “Thank you.”
Heat darkened his green eyes and then he growled and his mouth was on mine. The kiss was instantly combustible, fiery and hot and all-consuming. His hands felt bigger on my body, spanning across my back and then my stomach. He made me feel petite, which was a feat for a woman nearly six feet tall.
“Levi,” I moaned when his lips left mine and explored my neck and jaw before he kissed his way down my chest, stopping between my breasts.
“Fuck, you smell so good. What is that?”
“Lavender perfume. France.” It was all I managed to get out before he had my blouse and my bra on the floor and his delicious mouth covered my nipple. The way he gripped me with his big hands was sexy as hell, and I never once felt inadequate for having small breasts.
He growled as he moved from one breast to the other, flicking his tongue over my nipples until I arched into his touch. “Rob,” he whispered and sucked my nipple even harder.
“Levi, please.”
He pulled back and walked me backwards until I fell onto his plush sofa. “You sure you want this?”
I nodded slowly, my gaze raking over his mouthwatering muscles. “Absolutely. You?”
Levi nodded this time and slowly unbuttoned his jeans and slid them over his muscular thighs until they hit the floor.
“Beautiful.” I licked my lips at the giant bulge in his boxers.
“Your turn.” He smiled and dropped to his knees, taking his time as he removed my shoes, my socks and then my jeans. “I like these.” He tugged on the waistband of the lacy pink thong I wore and put his mouth to my pussy without removing the panties.
“Oh fuck!” I threw my head back and arched into his mouth. “Levi, yes.” The man was talented as hell with his mouth, and when he hooked a finger through my waistband, dragging them down without letting his mouth leave my pussy, I quivered and gasped. “Levi.”
His tongue flicked against my clit and then he sucked it so hard I saw stars.
It was just what I needed to push me over the edge. My fingers tangled in his hair and my back arched into him as I rode out my orgasm while his name fell from my lips. “Wow,” I panted. “Can I keep your mouth?”
He chuckled and sat up, his smile slick from my pleasure. “Just wait until you see what I can do with my dick.”
“Yeah, I’m not waiting.” The moment he stood, I yanked down his boxers and fisted his long, thick cock in my hand. He was bigger than I’d ever had, long and solid, and so, so hard.
“Rob,” he bit out, jaws clenched tight.
I couldn’t resist, wrapping my lips around the swollen head and flicking my tongue against the underside of his cock. His hips bucked, sending him deeper down my throat. I swallowed and his legs wobbled.
“Shit Rob, that’s enough.” He gripped my hair and pulled me back. “Later,” he growled and pinned me to the sofa before he slid deep in one long stroke. “Damn, Rob.”
He was so big I felt full to bursting as his cock pulsed inside of me. “Big,” I pushed out and licked my lips.
“Breathe, babe. Just breathe.”
I nodded quickly and did as he said. With every breath he pushed deeper until he was so deep I could hardly catch my breath. “Move,” I begged.
He smiled and kept his gaze on mine as he pumped his cock in long, steady strokes. He was so thick I felt him everywhere and every stroke brought me closer to orgasm. “Such a tight little pussy,” he pushed out. “So wet and so greedy for me.”
“Yes!” Dirty talk was my secret kryptonite.
He smiled as if he knew, jaw clenched as he continued to fuck me. He pounded into me with wild abandon, deep strokes that I felt all over. Rough strokes that did wonderful things to my body. “Your pussy is gripping me tight, Rob. Let go. Let me feel you come on my dick.”
“So dirty,” I moaned as my pleasure exploded inside of me and burst from my pores. It was like a supernova had burst behind my eyes, the power and the brightness so much that I lost myself for a minute. “God, Levi!”
He licked his lips when I hooked my ankles behind his back, sending him just that much deeper. “Oh fuck,” he growled and pumped harder and faster, pulling another orgasm from my body as he erupted, filling my body with his orgasm. “Rob, holy shit.”
I smiled and shook my head. “Holy shit times ten. That was…wow.”
He laughter vibrated against my chest, the sound filled my body. “You gonna ask to keep my dick now too?”
I nibbled my bottom lip. “If I say yes will you judge me?”
“For wanting my dick? Nah.” He slowly removed his body from mine and picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder. “It’s one of my favorite qualities in a woman.” He tossed me on his big four poster bed and stared at me with heat in his eyes. “Let’s see how much of me you’ll want before the sun comes up.”
Forget sunrise, by the time my eyes drifted shut two hours later, I knew the answer and it was a bad answer for a sexy one night stand.
All of him, I wanted to keep every inch of him just for myself.