Chapter 19
LEVI
CHAPTER NINETEEN
If I’d known Harper would fold after ninety seconds of a little bit of porn on the TV and a glimpse of my cock, I would’ve stopped fucking around and done this two days ago instead of dragging my feet like I had been.
I’d arrived back at the apartment early tonight instead of waiting until after she was tucked away in her room like I’d been doing, save for the night of the thunderstorm. Except, she’d come home later than she usually did, which meant I’d been sitting here for more than an hour, dick in hand, as mindless porn played in the background. But that hadn’t been what held my attention…what had me so fucking hard I was ready to blow.
It was the smooth glide of Harper’s silk and lace panties as I used them to stroke my cock. Picturing her here beside me. Replaying her throaty moans as I’d swept my tongue into her mouth. Recalling exactly how hot her pussy had been against me as she’d straddled my bike. I’d worked myself up so many times to the thought of her, only to stop, panting and holding myself back, so I was strung tighter than I’d been in years.
I wanted to come. Desperately.
Actually, what I really wanted was her kneeling between my spread thighs, mouth open and ready for me to blow against her tongue. Or better yet, begging for it deep inside her perfect cunt.
It would be so easy to finish myself off—the tiniest brush of this material against the head of my dick—but now wasn’t the time. Not when I could hear her packing in a rush, the distinct sound of drawers opening and closing as she no doubt threw her shit together to leave.
It was supposed to be music to my fucking ears.
This was exactly what I wanted. More importantly, it was what I needed. Her gone. Out of my apartment…out of my life…once and for all. Unable to turn me inside out without even trying. I’d get my shitty life back, get my head on straight. I’d finally be able to fucking breathe again.
So then, why was there a pit in my stomach at the thought of her gone for good?
Much sooner than I would have thought possible, the riffling noises coming from her room stopped, and silence descended on the apartment. I shut off the cringey porn and tucked myself back into my sweatpants, still hard and aching for her, like that was anything new.
Dropping my head back onto the cushions and closing my eyes, I willed my dick to soften. To calm the fuck down already. But it was no use. Not when I saw Harper every time I closed my eyes. How she’d looked when she’d walked in here, completely fucking ravenous as she’d taken me in. And how fervently she’d tried to appear unaffected by me.
She’d forgotten how well I knew her. How I’d spent multiple summers studying her reactions. How accurately I could read every inch of her. And from her flushed cheeks to her hard nipples and her hungry gaze, there was no denying I’d gotten to her.
No denying how fucking much my dick liked that, either.
It didn’t matter that my brain was yelling at me to knock it the fuck off. That we weren’t doing that with her again, despite the memory of her tongue against mine less than a week ago. My cock had a mind of its own when it came to Harper, and it was wholly focused on her.
I just about had myself under control, my dick finally listening to reason and beginning to calm down. And then the unmistakable hum of a vibrator pierced the air.
My eyes shot open as I jerked my head up, and I glanced toward Harper’s bedroom. She’d left her door open a bit, and I had a direct line of sight to her bed from where I sat on the couch. While I couldn’t see anything explicit, I could make out the curve of her bare shoulder, her mass of blond waves falling over it. The flush of her neck and the slope of her chin. Her parted lips, deep pink and fucking gorgeous. And her eyes, heavy lidded and intense. Focused directly on me.
There was a challenging glint in them I’d never seen before but couldn’t deny how much I loved. I swallowed harshly, curling my hands into fists as if that would be enough to hold me back from what always drew me closer to her. That invisible string that had connected us our entire lives.
But it was no use, and I was a fool for even trying.
I moved without thought, equal parts eager to see her spread out how I was imagining and to block out even the thought of it. In the end, the former won out.
Before I even registered what I was doing, I was standing outside her bedroom. Looking in on the one and only woman who’d starred in my fantasies for half my life.
She lay on her bed, sheets pooled around her. A fucking work of art. Her body had changed since we’d been together, filling out in ways that nearly tore a groan straight from my chest. Her tits were full and lush, peaked with tight, rosy nipples that I wanted in my mouth. Her hips were wide and full, flaring from her waist, her legs shapely and strong. And I’d give nearly anything to have them wrapped around my head while I feasted on her sweet little cunt.
But what held my attention most was her pussy, pink and wet, and the small toy resting on her clit.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice low and rough.
“I thought this was what we did now. Tit for tat, right?” A shudder stole over her, and her words came out breathless, husky. “Aren’t you going to ask to come in?”
I swallowed harshly, unwilling to move forward, but equally unwilling to leave. I curled my fingers around the doorframe, as much to hold myself back as to hold myself up.
“Well?” she asked.
“No,” I managed through a tight throat.
She dragged her hand over her soft belly, up to cup one of her full tits, her thumb and forefinger tugging at her nipple. “You sure?”
Rather than answer her—because I couldn’t…too worried about what would come out if I opened my mouth—I just stood in silence, my eyes never leaving her.
She pressed a button on her toy, kicking the speed up a notch, and she jolted at the sensation. Her eyes were hooded as she stared at me, hunger and challenge written in their depths. “You just want to stand there and watch?”
No, I didn’t want to fucking watch. I wanted to join her. Wanted to press that toy on her clit until she’d come so many times, she was begging me to stop. And only then, when she was dripping onto the sheets and swollen with need, would I fuck her. Hard and fast and rough, taking out all this frustration I felt on her siren body. Working myself up over and fucking over by pushing her to her breaking point before finally, finally giving in and allowing myself to come.
I wanted to tell her how pretty her pussy was. How many times I’d dreamed of her mouth and her hands and her gorgeous tits. How fucking badly I wanted to sink deep inside her. How desperately I wanted to taste her. Remind myself exactly how sweet she was. Hear her moan my name as she came, all while her cunt clenched around me.
But in the end, I did nothing.
I stood there, unable to tear my eyes away, but also unwilling to give in to my desire to wrap my hand around my cock and jerk off to the sight of her. I didn’t deserve it. Not when we were here because of my stupid fucking idea. Because I was an idiot who’d fucked up yet again.
Instead, I watched as she worked herself higher, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. Her breaths grew faster, her tits rising and falling with each harsh inhale and exhale. Her pussy grew wetter, now glistening and flushed a deep pink.
And then, finally, after driving me to the brink, she broke.
The softest gasp left her lips as her back arched off the bed, her legs falling open even more while she shuddered through her release. I could’ve sworn my name left her lips as she came, but it had to be my fucked-up mind playing tricks on me.
The sight of her like that, spread open and vulnerable, her pussy aching and empty, her gaze stuck on mine like I was giving her exactly what she needed even from across the room, was what pushed me over the edge.
Without even touching my dick, I came in my fucking pants like I was sixteen goddamn years old again. Like I didn’t have years of deprivation under my belt. Hadn’t learned to control my impulses without difficulty. Instead, I was tossed straight back to a time when Harper had me wrapped around her damn finger and didn’t even know it.