Chapter 16 Levi
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Levi
I wasn’t sure exactly what the hell I’d interrupted, though my mind was certainly coming up with a hundred vivid explanations. Now, all I could think about as I speed-walked across the street back to my front door was—fuck, I wanted them.
Not just Avery. Not just Mateo.
The two of them. Together.
I burst through my front door and slammed it shut behind me. The walls rattled as I twisted the top lock, my cock straining against my jeans.
Holy fuck.
My loyalty to my friend and plan to stay away from his sister failed as I planted my hand on the wall.
Had I really just interrupted them fucking? I’d heard Mateo’s truck rumble up the street earlier, and yes, I’d peeked out my front window like one of those neighbors.
Genuinely, I’d wanted baking soda. I was trying to cook some healthy muffins to freeze so I stopped ordering food. But had I also been aware of the fact that Mateo had showed up on her doorstep at the ass crack of dawn?
Yes.
Had I also walked over there to ask because maybe I sort of hoped I’d interrupt them? Because I was maybe a smidge desperate?
I wasn’t answering that.
I rushed down the hall to my bedroom, shaking my head at myself. My fingertips brushed my belt buckle and I undid it quickly, needing to get the fuck out of my clothes before I made a mess just from thinking about them. I kicked my jeans and briefs off into a pile on the floor.
God, the look on Avery’s face . . .
Fuck.
My shirt was next. I yanked my blankets back and rolled onto the bed. What is wrong with me? I felt like I was in fucking heat. A whimper left me as my cock throbbed, begging to be stroked while I thought about Avery’s just-kissed lips.
There was no doubt about it. The way her skin was flushed, her nipples hard and wanting to be sucked. Goddamn.
The way Mateo looked at me when he’d come up behind Avery stuck in my head. He looked too damn good shirtless.
And his fucking smirk.
The way he flirted never failed to turn me on and make me panic. There was something so effortless about it. A little slutty. Like his glasses. He knew he was hot, he knew what he wanted, and I loved that.
He was probably just teasing me. I was probably just reading too much into it all.
But dammit, a man could dream, right? A man could dream about a hot boyfriend and a hot girlfriend. There was nothing wrong with that, right?
Avery had looked at me like I caught them with their hands in the cookie jar.
I knew that there was something there. I’d seen it the first day I'd run into both of them. Mateo told me there was nothing going on between them, but his words didn’t match the way they looked at each other when the other wasn’t watching.
I closed my hand around my cock. A soft groan split my lips, my head falling back. God, this was wrong. Avery was supposed to be off-limits. I was supposed to hold onto some shred of respect for Austin and stay far away from his little sister.
And yet here I was thinking about getting on my knees and tasting her sweet pussy while fucking my hand.
Mateo came back to mind. There was just something about the two of them together. The thought of them with me. It had gotten underneath my skin since I'd come to Whynot.
Maybe it was because I’d walked away from everything, or maybe it was because it’d been a long time since I’d been with someone who didn’t want me for my career—not that I knew whether Avery or Mateo even wanted me. Even with his flirty invitation . . .
Pleasure jerked through me as I stroked myself faster. Up and down, thinking about her pussy milking me as she rode me. Fuck. Just knowing I wasn’t supposed to be doing this made it all the hotter.
Alone in this room, all my fantasies let loose. My head tipped back against the pillow, my hips pumping as I moved my hand, needing to come so fucking bad.
The thought of taking Avery at the same time as Mateo crossed my mind, and every nerve in my body lit up with lust. God, I wanted them.
I couldn't have them, but I wanted them so fucking bad.
My cock pulsed against my palm, my strokes faster.
My breath hitched, and I moved my hips, imagining thrusting in and out of her.
Feeling his cock rub against mine. Pulling her hair, or even his hair.
Getting on my knees and eating her out after the two of us came inside her.
There were so many different things that we could do together, so many positions, so many kinks to explore.
I was desperate for that release. Hungry to try new things.
It’s not gonna happen. Even reminding myself of that didn’t stop the thoughts from spinning.
I was always bad at relationships. Things never worked out. Which was exactly why I shouldn’t have anything to do with the two of them. But if the chance offered itself to be with them in the bedroom again, I’d be stupid to walk away from that.
In the bedroom, I was always expected to be the Dom.
Most of the time, that’s what I preferred to be.
But on the occasion that I wanted to submit, I craved it so fucking badly.
Yes, I was big and strong. Yes, I could put someone on their knees and make them beg for my cock.
I loved playing with rope and paddles and blindfolds and ball gags.
I loved coming up with predicaments that made my submissive wonder if they’d be able to make it out of their position, while knowing they could trust me explicitly.
I loved all of those things, but . . .
Sometimes I just wanted to be a good boy.
And I really wanted to be good for Mateo and Avery.
That was the thought that pushed me closer to the edge. The idea of kneeling before them. Looking up at Mateo with the same sort of reverence I wanted to look at Avery with.
My eyes closed, my breath catching. Fuck, I was close. The blush on Avery’s cheeks and smirk on Mateo’s face came back to mind, and I groaned.
What were they doing now?
I’d definitely interrupted something.
Something.
Fuck. I was so close to coming. Hell, if I would've stayed around longer for the tension between those two, I might've just come on her doorstep like some sort of desperate perv.
That would have gotten me kicked out of Whynot for sure.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I was so close. So fucking—
I gasped as my orgasm hit me, my entire body feeling the rush of pleasure as cum burst from the head of my cock. It shot onto my hand in spurts, dripping down as I finished, my moans collapsing into heavy breaths.
Every bone in my body relaxed. I stared at the ceiling, the fan doing lazy laps as I thought—what the fuck am I getting myself into?