28. Ava #2
No . . . scratch that. Levi-starved . I need him like my next breath, and I absolutely hate it.
Placing my hands on his chest, I shove him back, but it’s like shoving at the side of a mountain. He doesn’t budge. I turn my head to the side, gasping for breath, and he takes the opportunity to kiss down the side of my throat, nipping over the racing pulse point in my throat.
“I hate you,” I seethe, and he chuckles darkly. He breathes deeply, his face in the crook of my neck like he’s inhaling my scent. His lips glide over my racing pulse, and my stomach erupts with butterflies when he lets out a quiet groan.
He presses closer, his cock hard against my stomach, when he pushes his body into mine, and I lose all train of coherent thought.
“I know,” he murmurs against my skin. “And it makes me so fucking hard. All I can think about is bending you over the hood of my car and showing this entire party whose cock you’re begging for.
But I’m too selfish, baby girl. Only I get to see you come.
Hear your breathless little moans. Watch you come alive under my fingers. ”
My cheeks flame, and my hand falls, my nails digging into the tree bark at my back when he rims the shell of my ear. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.
All it would take to stop this is my safe word. I know that the moment it left my lips, he’d stop. Still . . . even as I contemplate it, I know I don’t want to.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am pathetic. Pathetic because I want him, knowing he will never feel the same way about me.
Levi aligns his body with mine, shoving his knee between my legs. His denim-clad thigh grinds against my pussy, and I bite back a moan at the delicious friction.
“You think he could make you completely shatter the way I do, Ava?” Levi rasps, rolling me against him so my clit drags against his thigh. It’s absolutely maddening.
And then it dawns on me.
Oh my God . . .
“You’re jealous.”
Levi Cross is jealous because another man is interested in me. I almost can’t believe it.
“I’m far from jealous, sweetheart,” he lies.
He nips my bottom lip to prove his point.
“You think he is, though?” He kisses a path down my face to my jaw, then lower to my ear, and his nose brushes along the smooth column of my neck.
“Do you think he’s behind a tree, watching us while he jacks off like the loser he is? ”
“Levi,” I growl, but I can’t deny that what he’s doing feels good. That there’s not a soul on this planet that could make me feel quite like he can.
“Tell me, Ava,” he breathes. “Do you think I won’t break his fingers for trying to touch what isn’t his?”
“And who’s going to break your fingers?”
His lips tip up at the corner. “You think anyone would have the power to drag you away from me? You think I’d even let them get close?”
“Levi, we can’t do this. Not here. We’re in public and I’m . . .”
“You’re what, Ava? Pissed off? Hurt?”
I shake my head, not wanting to hear what he has to say. I turn my head away because if he’s going to insult me again, I can’t bear to look at him.
“Why are you here? If you’re going to punish me, just get it over with.” I force myself to meet those piercing blue eyes. I may as well be staring down the center of the sun with the heat scorching in them. “What do you want from me?”
With a soft chuckle, his fingers tighten on my hip, like he’s afraid I might try to run. I would, if I weren’t so desperate for his touch.
“Something about you draws me in,” he murmurs, low in my ear.
Like saying these things out loud is too much.
“Something about you is so fucking addictive to me, I can’t think about anything other than this.
Dragging you to my bed and fucking you until all you can feel is me.
Have you moaning my name and begging for me with every breath? ”
I try to shove at his chest, but he holds steady, unmoving.
“Say your safe word, Ava, and it all goes away,” he growls under his breath.
A shiver slips up my spine with his breath at my ear, his thigh drawing the fire burning in my veins to a scorching inferno. I’m powerless to stop the pleasure coursing through my veins.
His hand slips down my stomach, over my top until he reaches the hem of my dress.
“Or maybe you’re too ashamed to admit you want me just as badly. You’re craving my touch. My mouth.” He enunciates his words with a nip of his teeth on the side of my neck.
Flicking my dress up, he slides his hand into my panties, his fingers slipping through my folds.
“Fucking soaked, Ava,” he rasps in my ear. I bite my lip to silence a moan that threatens to claw its way from my throat. “Is this for me, or for him?”
He pulls back to look down at me, and with him crowded over me, all I can see is him.
“So, what if it’s because of him?” I challenge, though my breath hitches when he strokes my clit with his thumb. “What if I’m wishing I was with him right now?”
He bares his teeth, shoving me back harder into the tree. I whimper at the pleasure zipping through me like a thousand volts, my skin burning hot in the cool air from his body pressed against mine.
“Don’t tempt me, baby girl. I quite like the idea of cutting his dick off and letting him watch me fuck you while he bleeds out.”
His words are filthy and violent. They should terrify me. They should make me want to run the other way, but there’s something about his primal need to claim me, even if he’s fought it every step of the way, that makes my stomach flutter with the first waves of my orgasm.
“I hate you,” I remind him, and he punishes me by withdrawing his fingers with a feral grin.
“I hate you, too, baby.”
My stomach clenches at the nickname, then quickly drops to my toes when he kneels in front of me, his gaze finding mine above.
“Levi, someone could see,” I argue quietly, but he doesn’t seem to hear me, or he doesn’t care. Without wasting a beat, he tugs my panties to the side, and the cool air is enough to make me shiver when it hits my skin.
“Let them,” he murmurs. “All they’ll see is me making you come, proving who owns this pussy. Your pleasure.”
I grip his shoulders to steady myself when he pushes my knees as far apart.
“But what if—”
He cuts me off when he licks me languidly from my opening to my clit, and my head falls back to hit the tree on a sharp breath.
Holy. Shit.
“Fuck, that’s it, Ava,” he growls when a moan slips free. “Let them hear who makes you come.”
I’m shivering with the pleasure running through me, and as much as I hate it, his words only fuel the fire.
“You’re so much hotter when your mouth is busy,” I rasp. It’s a lie. Levi Cross’s mouth may as well be the soundtrack of seduction.
“Ditto, sweetheart. I can’t wait to watch you suck my cock.”
Reaching between us, he slides his hand up my inner thigh and slides one deliciously thick finger inside me, curling it up to brush over that sensitive spot only he seems to know about.
The pleasure is enough to make my knees wobble, and he hooks my knee over his shoulder, holding me up completely with his upper body.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he rasps against my skin. “It pisses me off. I want to punish you for it. What does that say about me, little ghost? Do you think I’m insane?”
If you’re insane, then I am too, because it only turns me on.
“Yes,” I breathe instead because the truth is far more dangerous than a little white lie.
“But you enjoy it. You like my insanity as much as you like my tongue on this pretty little pussy. Making you come all over my face. You want my filthy mouth and rough hands. You want my cock inside you, pushing you to your limits and making your legs shake.”
“God, Levi!” My body tightens, and my head bashes back against the tree. He smiles, sealing his lips around my clit and fluttering his tongue rapidly. I’m so close to coming that I can’t think straight. “Right there, please don’t stop.”
He spreads me open with his free hand. His tongue continues its movements, his fingers stroke over that perfect spot, and when I can’t hold on any longer, he catches me.
I come so hard, my legs give out. Levi holds me to his face, his upper half pressing me back into the tree. A deep groan rumbles through him, and he continues to feast on my pussy, drawing out the orgasm until I’m desperately shoving at him from how oversensitive I am.
With my body still shaking with aftershocks from my orgasm, he climbs to his feet, cradling my face in his hands, and kisses me deeply. His tongue tangles with mine, and I can taste myself on his lips.
My fingers wrap around his wrists, and he presses into me, and for a single moment, I forget that I’m supposed to hate him.
His kiss turns sweet, and suddenly my heart’s floating, all manner of irrational thoughts racing through my mind. Like how he tastes like sin and temptation . . . like everything I’ve been dreaming of and how I would trade a week of my life just to live in this moment for a little bit longer.
“Goddamn, Ava,” he rasps when he breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against mine. His breathing is ragged, matching my racing pulse. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
That doesn’t sound like you don’t care, Mr. Cross , I think, but I don’t allow myself to dwell on it. Doing so will only drive me crazy.
“Stay away from Alex, Ava.”
I expect a threat in his tone, but instead, it’s gentle. Almost like he’s actually concerned and not just showing his dick again.
“I thought you weren’t jealous,” I muse, grinning at him when his eyes latch on mine.
Reaching up, he brushes the hair behind my ear, his expression unreadable.
“Protective.”