17. Quinn
CHAPTER 17
QUINN
I hear the guys all chuckling as Levi throws me over his shoulder, but all I can see is his ass as he carries me out of the room.
"Put me down," I groan, punching his ass in annoyance—only it ends with me being more frustrated and even more worked up. His ass is perfectly sculpted, and hitting it felt like I was punching a brick wall.
I'm surprised when he returns the gesture, smacking me on the ass hard enough to send tingles throughout my body, and replying with a firm "No."
"You’re acting insane. Where are you taking me?" I grumble as he takes a few steps down the dark hallway before turning into a room off the side.
"I already told you," he says, gripping both hands on my waist as he moves me down his body and sets me on the hard surface of a table, a devilish grin on his face that tells me this man is up to no good. “To eat. I'm hungry.”
“I made nachos,” I whisper, the words flat, meaningless as we both know what he's really hungry for.
“I'm not hungry for nachos,” he says, licking his lips as he looks down between my legs. “I'm hungry for you, Angel.”
“Levi…” I groan. The way he's looking at me, the desire in his eyes…it's hot as fuck as my body tingles in all the right places. Which makes it really hard when I'm attempting to find the will—or the desire—to stop him.
Let's not lie to ourselves. There's no desire to stop him. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever when he looks at me with those fuck me blue eyes.
“But these are on,” he pouts, tugging on my jean shorts, a boyish, almost innocent smile on his face making me feel like I’m a teenager with butterflies all over again. But it’s quickly replaced by the deviant I’ve come to love.
It clicks in this moment what we are doing…more specifically where we are doing it. Looking around, I see we are in the dining room, just down the hall from where the boys are playing video games, which I'm reminded of by their chuckles and yells as they keep playing their game.
"What are we doing?" I whisper, my voice trembling as he eyes me up and down. I lean back on my elbows trying to understand the situation. But he's confusing me because I'm sitting on his dining room table, the door to the movie room just behind him, yet the look Levi's giving me right now is more suited for the bedroom—or my dirty fantasies.
"I already told you, Angel," Levi says as he slides into the seat in front of me, his fingers moving to the button and zipper and then slipping beneath my waistband. Looks like we're cutting straight to the chase.
"I'm starving, Q, and these are in my way." Levi groans, his eyes dark, savage, and I couldn't deny him in this moment, even if I wanted to.
I won’t though, and I think we both know that.
Moving my bare feet to his chest, I lift up as he slides my shorts and panties off, growling as he throws them to the side. Moving my legs back down, his hands grip my ankles tightly.
"No. Put them back," he says, his eyes never leaving my cunt as he stares. "I like them there. Gives me a good view of your sexy fucking body."
His fingers slide up the outside of my legs before slowly sliding back down the inside of my thighs, then trailing back up and around my center as my entire body freezes like I’m afraid one wrong move will scare him away.
There are little alarm bells going off in my mind, red flags popping up as he spreads my legs wide on his table…where any one can walk through that door, seeing exactly what we are doing.
We shouldn’t do this…right?
Shit. We aren’t strangers to exhibitionism, but it’s different when it’s his best friends and teammates who we see everyday.
But if this is so wrong, then why are the red flags and alarm bells fading into music and party decorations, like this is a celebration I don’t want to miss?
I feel one finger slide in as he leans down, flattening his tongue against my center, licking me front to back as his finger shallowly slides in and out, slowly teasing my entrance. His lips wrap around my clit, the tiny bundle of nerves exploding as he sucks on it, two fingers sliding inside me this time but it’s still not enough. It’s still not what I need.
Give. Me. More.
“Levi, please,” I whine as he pulls back, his mouth pressing kisses along my inner thigh. Occasionally, I feel his teeth, the change in sensation everything I need to drive me wild.
“Please, what, Angel?” he mumbles against my skin.
“I need more.”
“More what?” he says as he slides two fingers in, nothing slow about it this time, his thumb teasing my clit before sliding back out. “What do you need more of?”
“Everything.” I gasp as he slams back in.
“You sure about that?” he chuckles as he adds another finger, slowly working a third inside, before finally starting to build up a rhythm. The feeling of his fingers fucking me, slowly but with perfect execution, is driving me crazy while racing me towards the finish line.
I want everything this man has to give me…in my bed…in my life…in my heart. Like he already is, but for real.
“I’ll give it to you, Quinn,” he says, pulling back from my clit for just a second, his fingers still working me, curling perfectly to hit my G spot as he sends me shooting for the stars. “But if I give it to you, Q, you have to make sure you’re ready for it. Make sure you know exactly what you’re asking for.”
His words set me off. There’s an unsaid question of whether we’re only talking about sex right now because the way he’s looking at me, the way his eyes watch me with so many unsaid things, I’m overwhelmed in the best—yet most confusing—way. My body starts moving with a mind of its own, squirming on the table as he finger fucks me, his mouth eating my cunt like it’s his last meal, and he fights to keep me still with his free arm holding me in place. It’s overwhelming, the way he’s working my body, pushing me closer and closer but never quite pushing me over the edge. Every time I get close, he moves his mouth, his fingers continuing like he doesn’t want to completely kill my orgasm—but he’s not ready to give it to me either.
Fucker.
“You’re doing so good, Angel,” Levi groans out, his voice rough, turned on, and I wish I could give him something. I wish I could bring him the same pleasure he’s bringing me now. But if he keeps teasing me—I’m going to edge the fucker for an eternity.
“Levi,” I grumble, and he just chuckles, the vibration against my skin almost enough to set me off.
“Yes, Q?”
“Either make me come, or move and let me do it myself,” I say, leaning up on my elbows as I look down at him.
His eyes darken as he looks up at me, a crazed look I've come to love on his face. “As much as I'd love to watch that, this orgasm is mine.”
In a flash, his mouth is back on me, devouring me like his life depends on it. My legs tremble as his fingers slide back in me, angling up perfectly to hit the small bundle of nerves like he's memorized exactly how to get there.
It's like this man was put on this earth just to bring my body pleasure. Everything he does, every touch, every word, every kiss—it's like he knows exactly what I need and delivers it perfectly.
Every.
Single.
Time.
The man never misses, and he’s not starting today by any means. His fingers and tongue work together, creating a beautiful symphony, with Levi playing my body like it’s been his life’s mission to perfect it. It starts in my spine, but before long I’m consumed with pleasure, every inch of my skin on fire as he works me through my orgasm.
I can’t tell you what happened. I don’t know if I scream, cry, or moan. I black out from pleasure as he delivers one of the best orgasms of my life. There is so much pleasure, so many promises, albeit unsaid, and so many feelings leaving me wondering what the fuck we are actually doing because I like this— him —way more than I should.
As my orgasm subsides, Levi starts to slow down, his fingers coming to a stop still inside me as he pulls back and watches me. Leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk on his face, I can only imagine I’m looking back at him with hearts in my eyes, practically willing to do anything to get that feeling replicated again and again. It was the hottest experience in my life, the fear of being caught mixed with the way he touched my body…it was fucking perfection.
But that was only until now, as he lifts his fingers from my pussy, bringing them straight to my mouth. “Taste yourself, Angel. Taste how fucking sweet you are,” he demands, slipping his fingers between my lips.
Moaning, I can’t help myself as I swirl my tongue around his fingers, tasting myself, which should feel wrong, but somehow this is just fucking hot. His eyes narrow, watching me intensely before quickly pulling his fingers from my mouth and gripping that back of my head, pulling me in for a wild, bruising kiss.
It’s erotic, our tongues tangling together as I’m spread out on the dining room table, my cum in our mouths as he growls against me.
“Fuck, Q, you’re going to destroy me,” he says, his forehead against mine right as we hear voices getting closer.
My eyes widen, but I just stare back at him. “Maybe I’m not destroying you. Maybe I’m just shining the light on you like you’ve deserved your entire life.”
He pauses for a moment, like he is unsure how to react to what I just said. He grabs my shorts, helping me slip them back on just as Nash and Cooper walk into the kitchen that is open to the dining room. I have just enough time to grab his hand and pull him out the opposite door and down the hall to his bedroom, and we hear the cackles of the guys, definitely not hiding what just happened. Maybe I'm not quite done being reckless tonight.
I guess I’m still processing…
What the fuckity fuck are we doing?
Oh well, I guess we won’t be right back .