Chapter 4 Whip
WHIP
Levi and I stood in that shower kissing until the hot water ran out. I probably would have stood there longer, not caring about the icy water droplets that splattered my skin, but it was all too reminiscent of that ocean.
I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to swim in it again.
I switched off the water and blindly groped around the shower curtain for a towel, not wanting to remove my lips from his. My fingers found purchase on one hanging from a rail, and I clutched it, drying him off the best I could just by feel.
Levi practically growled into my mouth and walked me backward, out of the shower and through the bathroom, water still sluicing down my body in a river from my hair.
Puddles formed at our feet on the tiles, and Levi’s tongue ran down my neck, chasing the water droplets. I clutched him to me, head tipping to one side to give him better access, my dick so fucking hard between us because his mouth felt so damn good.
“Levi,” I groaned.
But I didn’t know what else I wanted to say because he was taking the towel from me and dragging it down my body as he got on his knees.
I’d been so exhausted I had barely been able to stand, and yet lust had me forgetting everything except him.
His hot mouth was around my cock in seconds, a welcome change from the cold water my brain seemed so fixated on.
He sucked and licked me, and I let myself have that for a few minutes, staring down at the tattoo just beneath his eye that had become so familiar.
My cock pushed in and out of his lips, his tongue working the veined underside of my erection so perfectly I could have come right there, buried deep in his mouth.
But we both knew that whatever crackled in the space between us was more than just a quick BJ on the bathroom floor. We’d been there, done this, and there was an urgency in our movements tonight that hadn’t been present before.
Something had changed in that ocean. Something neither of us could walk away from.
On the verge of coming, I urged him up onto his feet. “Not this.”
His gaze connected with mine, and even though the words didn’t really make sense, he knew exactly what I meant.
His mouth slammed down on mine again, his lips tasting of salty precum that reminded me too much of the ocean, but beyond it was the taste of him.
One I’d come to crave, especially when the entire world felt like it was falling down around me like it had tonight.
He felt like a lifeline. One I needed so fucking bad it was killing me.
I kissed him back, trying to take control of the situation because I knew it was me with more experience, but to my surprise it was Levi who guided me to the bed. Levi who splayed me out on my back then covered my body with his.
He kissed me hard and deep, an urgency to his kisses that hadn’t been there before we’d both gone over that cliff.
His cock rubbed against mine, and I widened my legs, allowing him a gap for his body to rest. He fumbled for the bedside drawer, taking out the bottle of lube we’d used on Violet earlier in the week.
But this time there was no woman between us. No hiding from the connection that had formed between him and me, not just tonight, but over the past few weeks of constantly being around each other.
“Need you,” he murmured into my neck, alternating words between kisses. “Fuck.”
I rocked my hips up, opening myself up to him because his raw and vulnerable words were ones I’d thought I’d never hear him say.
If I’d thought about what a relationship with him would be like, I would have assumed it would be nothing more than quick BJs in bar bathrooms and maybe the odd ‘accidental’ touch when Violet was between us.
But this…the way he moved in time with my body, the way he grasped at me, held me tight, breathed in time with the rise and fall of my chest, told me this was something so much more.
I dug my fingers into his back, holding him close, encouraging him with guttural groans of pleasure, his dick pressing against my entrance. “Need you too.”
It came out like a promise.
I’d fucked other men before. Let them fuck me.
But it had never had feeling behind it. This was entirely new. Suddenly, I felt about as experienced as a virgin on his wedding night.
But I knew I wanted him.
He was rough, all hands and tongue and unforgiving cock, knowing where it needed to be and impatient to get there. He held back long enough to swipe the tip of him between my cheeks, lubing me up just enough for him to thrust hard and fast inside me.
We both cried out.
He went deathly still, his body trembling over the top of mine, shuddering with the effort of keeping his weight from crushing me. “Are you okay?”
“Just give me a second.”
His gaze connected with mine, and something inside his eyes softened. He lowered his mouth and touched his lips to mine.
My entire body relaxed, and I shifted beneath him, encouraging him to keep going.
He groaned, still holding himself taut, but my actions grew bigger, bolder, until even though he was barely moving, we were fucking hard and fast, his cock bottoming out inside me as I ground up to get what I needed.
I saw the moment his reserve snapped. His mouth slammed down on mine, and his hips jerked, meeting my upward thrusts with downward motion that had me groaning out in pleasure.
“Fuck,” I moaned into his ear. “Harder.”
His hips pistoned, our bodies slapping together as he drove into me. My dick was so fucking hard between us, precum spread across my belly and probably his too.
He got an arm beneath my knee, tilting me back into the mattress, changing the angle so it was deeper, both of us shouting into the little room in the middle of the clubhouse, not giving a flying fuck who heard.
Because I wasn’t pretending anymore. Wasn’t pretending I didn’t want him as much as I wanted Violet.
And neither was he.
“Need to fucking come,” he groaned. “Need you to come first.”
He drew back just an inch, maybe checking my expression to see how close I was, but it gave me space to get my hand between us. I grasped my fingers around my cock and gripped it hard, stroking it fast, quickly finding the same rhythm Levi had.
He glanced down between us, watching me jerk my cock, another moan on his mouth.
I was so fucking close. So full of him. My balls clenched, an orgasm threatening to explode if we didn’t stop.
Neither of us wanted to.
I closed my eyes, cock pulsing hot cum over my fingers and belly. I thrust into my grip, jerking myself in just the way I liked.
But this time I had the added pleasure of him inside me, filling me, taking his pleasure too.
Our moans mingled, his name on my lips, mine on his, our bodies connected so deep the pleasure spiraled and pulsed, the room spinning until he shouted my name, then collapsed down on top of me, not caring about the sticky mess between us.
He was still inside me, but softer now, and not moving. Just connected.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, his voice muffled by the pillow behind my head.
“Could use a cigarette.”
He lifted his head. “You smoke?”
I grinned. “Only after a good fuck.”
Levi’s cheeks went vaguely pink, and he rolled off me, lying on his back beside me, both of us staring at the ceiling.
He cleared his throat. “So that was good?”
I glanced over at him. “It wasn’t for you?”
He snorted, like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “No, it was good. Really fucking good.”
I wanted that smoke so bad, if only so there was something to do with my hands. “You’re surprised by that?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
He shifted onto his side. “This just a fuck to you?”
I paused, then countered with a question of my own. “Is that what it is to you?”
Levi shook his head slowly. “I don’t think so.”
I grinned at him. “You want to be my boyfriend, Levi?”
He grinned and elbowed me. “Fuck off.” But then he added, “I’ll buy some cigarettes.”
I sniggered into the room. Because I was pretty sure that despite his words, Levi had just declared that we were going to have sex again.