19. Levi
CHAPTER 19
LEVI
Walking into my room, I see Quinn kneeling naked at the foot of my bed, facing the mirror, and she’s exactly where I wanted her. Making the last few strides to stand over by her, I watch her eyes intently follow my every move as my hands motion to release the clip from her hair, letting her honey-blonde strands fall loose down her back. My fingers follow, making sure it’s all undone. She looks so perfect, her reflection from the mirror staring back at us, her perfect body on display, and it’s hard for me to make sense of how I’ve gotten this lucky.
I unbutton my pants in effort to give my aching cock some relief, so hard that my boxers are barely restraining me, and all I can think about is how badly I want to be inside her again. It's been way too long. The blow jobs have been out of this world, but there's nothing like the feeling of being deep inside of a woman. This woman. Quinn. The one who’s been forbidden to me for years; the same woman I thought never wanted me. I’m starting to realize that belief was only because of Ally.
But that’s a realization to process on another night—not one where I have a naked queen, broken in front of me, just begging for me to put her back together.
Me. My dick, specifically.
Quinn, like the good girl she is, complied with my request and is already naked. I pull her up from her knees, her round ass brushing into my dick as she tries to tease me. Every touch tests my restraint, and the urge to slide my cock inside her tight cunt—or ass—right now is overwhelming.
“What're you doing?” she says quietly, watching me in the mirror. My fingers dig into her hips as I pull her back into me, hard. My mouth latches onto the tender spot where her shoulder meets her neck, biting and sucking as she moans. Her body arches against me as her ass grinds on my cock, the friction enough that I'm nearly coming in my pants before her lips even touch my length.
What a fucking shame that would be.
“Looking at how gorgeous you are,” I whisper against her skin, my fingers slipping the hair tie from her wrist. “My beautiful whore just waiting to please me.” Her eyes darken at my words, and I’m reminded just how well the two of us really work together. She’s the Yin to my Yang, the hot to my cold, but damn, when we’re together, it’s fucking euphoric. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I watch as her eyes follow my every move. My hands drop, gathering her hair back together, only this time I section it into three parts before quickly twisting it into a braid, fastening it at the end.
Smiling down at my handiwork, I wrap the braid around my hand, once, then twice, before giving a firm tug. Quinn whimpers at the feeling, her ass grinding harder against me.
“Don’t be greedy, Angel. Because if you keep pressing this sexy ass against my dick, I’m going to fuck it.”
“And that would be a problem, why?” she says with a smirk, causing a groan to rumble up my chest.
“Not tonight. I promise you that soon I’ll claim this ass, but tonight I want you on your knees, those cherry red lips spread open as my cock slides down your throat. I want to watch as you gag on me, choke on me like the dirty slut you are, thirsty for my cum,” I tell her as I spin.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.
With a surprising amount of grace, she drops back down to her knees and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out like she’s waiting for me.
God, she’s fucking perfect.
I could probably get an engagement ring by morning.
Wait. What?
Back up, buddy.
Tonight's about her, not locking her down.
Do I want to lock her down?
“You're sure this is what you want?” I ask, and she just nods. “Come on, Angel, use your words. Do you want me to fuck your throat tonight?”
“Yes, sir,” she says again, and my dick twitches between us, something we both notice.
“Good girl, always using your manners when you want my cock.”
She just nods.
“Take me out,” I demand, and her fingers work my thick length out in no time. The single touch of her delicate fingers sends spasms through my body.
“Spit on it. Make me wet,” I growl. She spits, then her tongue slides out and licks around my cock, covering every inch, before leaning back on her heels.
“More,” I command, grabbing her chin. “Open.”
Her lips open as I cup her face. Leaning down, I spit into her mouth. “Now suck.”
Her eyes flash with lust as she pushes forward and takes my cock in her mouth, sliding me all the way back, our combined spit lubricating me, letting my cock slide down even further. Fuck. She feels so good.
The sound of her gliding her mouth up and down my dick flips a switch inside me, and suddenly, I'm feral and needing her, now. I give her a second to get used to me, get her rhythm down, but I can't hang on for long. Before I know it, my hands are in her hair, and I've taken control, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and I move my hand to her throat to feel her taking me. I squeeze my hand as I hit the back, doing it over and over, holding her there to get used to me.
Squeezing her throat a little tighter, I hold her still as I slowly slide out, her tongue rolling around my cock like it’s her favorite flavor lollipop before I’m shoving back in her mouth. She moans, the vibration off her tongue hitting my cock just right, and I could come right now. I’m close, but I don’t want to come unless she does.
“That's it, Quinn. You're such a fucking good girl, taking my cock like the perfect whore you are,” I tell her, and her eyes roll back at my words. She holds me in even longer this time. “Touch yourself. I want to see you make yourself come with my dick down your throat.”
She listens, quickly slipping her hand between her legs to touch where she needs it most.
It’s all too much, watching her touch herself, the feeling of her throat suffocating my cock, and I’m damn near about to blow.
“I want you to come with me,” I tell her, and she nods quickly, her hand starting to move quicker as she plays with her clit and that’s it…that’s all I needed.
With a few more pumps of my hips, I’m about to come.
“Keep your mouth open.” I groan as I pull out. “And don’t you dare swallow.”
Gripping my cock, I pump myself the last few times before painting her tongue with my cum. My little fallen angel, for me to save, for me to fuck, and for me to dirty up—just how I like it.
Looking down at her with her mascara streaking down her cheeks, intermixed with tears from choking on my cock, she looks fucking perfect. It’s not even because I can still see my cum on her tongue either, although that doesn’t hurt. It’s because, at this moment, she’s given herself to me completely, proving just how deep her trust in me runs. Being someone who values trust so much, I see that as the sexiest thing ever, and it makes me feel worthy of being someone she can trust.
“Swallow,” I command, pulling her head back by her braid, my other hand still wrapped around her throat and feeling every movement of her muscles as she does.
Sliding one hand from her hair and removing my other from her throat, I kneel down in front of her and just take her in, but that’s when I notice the marks on her neck. They’re just red marks, but I panic.
“Fuck, Q, I’m so sorry I hurt you,” I tell her, grabbing her hands in mine and pulling her closer, trying to get a better look at them. But she just looks at me, confused, almost in a daze, as I freak out.
“Huh? You hurt me?” she asks.
“Your neck…there’re marks. Fuck, I’m so sorry. You should have told me it was too tight. I would’ve stopped the second you told me. Fuck,” I ramble, one hand running through my hair while the other keeps touching her like I’m afraid she’s going to start bleeding or something.
“I know that, and if I had wanted—or needed—you to stop, I would have asked you to, or I would have used my safe word. What’s the point in us having a safe word if you’re not going to trust me to use it?”
“I—you can’t tell me that this didn’t hurt. I mean, look at these marks,” I say, grabbing her hand and walking us both into the bathroom so she can see her marred skin in the mirror.
Only, when she looks at them, she isn’t angry like I expected. She admires them. Staring down at them, her fingers run along the red marks, tracing the outline of my fingers with a satisfied smile, and I’m confused.
Making eye contact with me in the mirror, she smiles before looking back down at the fingerprints. “You are the only person who actually gives a damn about what I like, about things that make me happy. Please don’t go and fuck that up by having a conscience about choking me.”
“But…the marks. That’s way too hard,” I tell her, trying to listen to what she’s telling me, but I’m having a hard time believing it.
Logically, I know Quinn likes things a little rougher. She’s adventurous in and out of the bedroom—something we have in common. But for some reason, the thought of seeing my marks on her, on someone I care about, feels wrong, but only because I hate how much I like seeing them. I hate how much those marks show me she trusts me.
“I can mark you up too, if that would make you happier? Let the world see you're taken, show everyone just how well taken care of you could be.”
What is she saying?
“How would you do that?” I rasp, watching her in the mirror as she looks back at me, dazed from her orgasm. The look on her face is so beautiful, and I want to make it my duty to ensure she starts every day with an orgasm.
She looks happy, and sexy, and fuck, it doesn't matter that I just came because hearing her talk to me like this and all the promise behind her words, it turns me on all over again.
“I'd probably start with your dick buried inside of me, my legs on your shoulders as you pounded my cunt. I'd claw, suck, bite, and lick everything I could until we’re both seeing stars, but you wouldn't be done yet.”
“Oh?” I force out, my hands flexing at my sides as I try my best not to touch her—not yet. “Then what?”
“Greedy boy.” She tsks. “But I'll allow it. After that, you'd fuck me behind. Throw me on my hands and knees and wrap your hand around this pretty braid of mine as you fucked me senseless—filling me with your cum until we both collapse.”
“Is that what you want?”
“You fucking me?”
“Me filling you with my cum,” I say, trying not to let it show how much I liked that idea. How much the thought of fucking her bare and filling her with my cum turns me on. Goddammit, I'm hard again.
“I mean, I—uh. I don't know…yes?” she says nervously. Spinning her around, I lift her up until her ass is on my counter and step between her legs, my cock bouncing between us, brushing against her clit as I move.
“Is this what you want, Angel? You want to feel me bare?”
Her eyes widen, and she nods before biting her lower lip, a sign I recognize as meaning she's turned on.
Grabbing my cock, I run it between her core, coating myself in her wetness as I watch her. “Say it, Q. We both know I'm not doing anything, especially not this, without you using your words.”
“Yes, Levi. I want to feel you bare. I want you to fuck me, with nothing between us,” she says as I slide all the way in on that last word, turning it into a scream as I sit inside her.
“Fuck,” she groans out.
“You're so fucking tight,” I rasp.
“You're so fucking big,” she bites back, but quickly it turns into a moan as I slide out just a little, before moving right back in.
“Are you complaining?”
“Only that you're not doing step one right,” she teases.
Moving my hands to her thighs, I lift her up, keeping my cock deep inside of her as I walk us back to my bedroom. Crawling over my bed, I set her down on my pillow before leaning back on my heels. Grabbing both of her legs, I toss them over my shoulders before slowly sliding out and back in, getting even deeper now.
“Is that better?” I say, picking up the pace a bit as I adjust her ass so I can hit the perfect angle, and the way her eyes roll back tells me I’m dead on.
“Mmhmm,” she moans, her eyes fluttering as I pound into her, her nails digging down my chest as she cries out. “Your bare cock feels so fucking good inside of me.”
Her words hit me. We’re really doing this. Raw, unprotected sex without a care in the world, and I wouldn’t change a fucking thing. In fact, I might be addicted to the feeling of being inside of her without a condom. We may never be able to go back.
She's so fucking beautiful like this. Uninhibited, untamed, and completely irresistible. It makes me want to do this over and over again, and I'm just scared I'll lose it when it all inevitably ends.
Because everything ends. Everything always ends.
But right now…right now that’s not what I’m worried about. Right now, the only thing I care about is the way her sweet pussy is strangling my cock, damn near making me blow. Or the way those pretty blue eyes flutter back every time I drive in, her nails clawing my chest, my back, anything she can reach just to keep herself anchored to me.
“Mmm, Levi, right there,” she moans out, her voice straining as her pussy clenches, the telltale sign that she’s damn near coming.
But I want to get there with her.
“Come on, baby.” I groan as I pound in and out of her, picking up my pace as I race us both to that finish line. “Come with me,” I say, bringing my thumb to her clit, pressing down as I thrust in and out, her body shaking around mine as she comes, screaming my name loud enough that I’m sure my neighbors will have questions.
But that sound is all it takes, and I’m coming with her.
One thrust, then two, then I’m exploding, pumping my cum inside her perfect cunt like she’s mine to keep.
After we’re both spent, our shakes turning to little tremors as we start to come back to reality, I pause, holding myself up.
“That…was fucking incredible,” she says, her head falling back, causing her blonde hair to spread over the pillow.
“It really fucking was.” I groan at the loss of contact as I pull out of her. “But now…we really need to go shower,” I tell her, leaning back as I grip her ass with one hand and lift her off the bed, holding her against me as I walk back to the bathroom.
“Shower? You think I have energy for that?” she mumbles as she buries her head in my neck. “You just sucked me dry of energy.”
“No, Q, you sucked me dry,” I tell her, nipping her ear. “But I need a shower, so that means we need to shower.”
She giggles, her cheeks blushing. “Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.”
“Impossible for me. The feeling was fucking magical,” I tell her, reaching into the shower and turning it on. Now I’m happy I decided to get double showerheads. I always knew it would come in handy; I just never envisioned it being with Quinn.
“I think you fucked me stupid,” she says on a laugh.
“Well, then I guess I’ll just have to fuck you smart next time,” I retort with a wink.
“Next time?”
“Absolutely. I’m living in this cunt tonight,” I tell her, dragging my fingers through her slit, covering them in our mess before pushing it all back in. Her body shakes around me, still sensitive, as I slide in and out slowly. “Would you like that?”
“Yes…yes, please,” she whispers quietly, and it hits me—there’s not a damn chance we’re sleeping tonight.
This pussy is mine. This mouth is mine. And someday soon, this ass is going to be mine, too.
Now I just have to figure out how to keep the girl.