Chapter 26
HARPER
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
I didn’t even have time to register what was happening before Levi’s lips were on mine. This kiss was hard and aggressive. Full of every ounce of bottled-up tension I felt, reflected back at me tenfold. Levi wasn’t hesitant or tentative. He just took. He licked into my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine as he held me to him like he was afraid I was going to disappear.
Like he couldn’t bear to let me go a second time.
“This what you wanted? Is your pussy feeling needy tonight?” He pulled away long enough to lift me up onto the counter in front of him. Then he sat down on one of the stools and tipped his chin toward me. “Show me.”
“What?” I asked, breathless and distracted.
“Show me,” he enunciated, his words hard, eyes even harder. “Show me the greedy little cunt I need to take care of. Show me how much you want it.”
I sat frozen for a few moments, stunned into silence. Though not from fear or hesitation. From pure need. I wanted this man more than I could remember ever wanting anyone else.
And I was tired of waiting.
I shifted my weight from side to side, sliding my skirt up my thighs and over my hips until it pooled at my waist. And then I rested my heels on his thighs and spread my legs wide, giving him a glimpse of my pussy and the wet scrap of lace covering it.
He tutted and shook his head. “Panties, too.”
“If you want them off, do it yourself.”
He raised a brow at me, a challenging glint in his eyes. “You sure that’s what you want, sparrow?”
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”
“Fine, but remember you asked for this.” Before I could clarify what he meant, he gripped my panties in his fists and tugged hard, the material pulling taut across my skin before the flimsy lace sides snapped. He smacked the outside of my thigh and said, “Up.”
I followed his demand without thought, too shocked to do anything else. Pressing my heels on his thighs, I lifted my ass off the counter so he could remove my underwear completely. When I was settled back on the countertop, he slid his hands up the insides of my thighs, spreading his legs wide and taking mine with them. Giving himself an unencumbered view of my pussy.
“Since you love it so much, how about a little tit for tat?” He brushed his thumbs along the creases where my legs met my body, so close to where I needed him but still a mile away. “I’m going to make you drip onto this counter without touching your pussy, and you’re going to get on your knees for me tonight.”
I huffed out a laugh. He thought a lot of himself—and I was inclined to believe it—but there was no way. I was aroused, for sure. But I’d never been that turned on in my life, even with him. I’d love to see him try, though. “Deal.”
“Good. Now, take off that worthless top and show me your tits.”
There was no use playing coy, not when this was exactly what I’d wanted from the moment I’d walked in. So I did as he asked, relishing the look of pure hunger written on his face as I removed my cami and bra, tossing both on the floor next to him.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, so low I wasn’t sure I was supposed to hear. He cupped my breasts and pushed them together, letting out a low groan of approval when my nipples beaded at his touch. “Gonna fuck these before the night’s through.”
I shifted on the counter, reveling in his appreciation of my body. Especially when it looked like he wanted to fall to his knees right here and worship my breasts for hours. He hummed low in his throat and brushed his lips over the stiff peak of my right breast. A shudder rolled through me at the rough scrape of his beard against my delicate skin, juxtaposed by the soft brush of his lips over my nipple. I arched my back at his touch, sliding my fingers into his hair to hold him close, needing more.
“You are a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he said, his words holding a taunting lilt.
“Not greedy enough, apparently. Thought you said I’d be dripping. There is an expiration on that tit-for-tat situation.”
“Don’t rush me, or I’ll make it last twice as long.” With his eyes locked on mine, he sucked my nipple into his mouth before catching it with his teeth and tugging hard enough to drag a gasp from me.
The sharp sting melted away as he circled the tight peak with his tongue, and I couldn’t hope to hold back my moan. Not when there was a direct line between my clit and my breasts, his attention making me squirm. I wanted more—needed it—and he somehow knew, giving it to me without my saying a word.
He scraped his beard against my delicate skin, then kissed away the lingering burn. Over and over again, he gave me rough and gentle, pleasure mixed with pain, and I had no idea I’d like it so much. Had no idea he’d do exactly what he’d said he would—have me a panting, dripping mess without ever touching my pussy.
When he finally pulled back, his pupils were blown wide and his cheeks were flushed, the only signs of his own arousal. “How about we see how I did?”
Except I already knew. I could feel how wet I was. How wet he’d made me.
A petulant part of me didn’t want to show him. Didn’t want to prove him right. My knees pressed together of their own volition, intent on keeping the secret to myself. At least until Levi clamped a hand down on the inside of my thigh, slapping it hard enough to sting.
“Don’t get shy on me now, sparrow. Spread your legs and show me what’s mine tonight.”
His eyes were what made me comply. Pure hunger and want reflected back at me…and he was pissed as hell about it. No doubt because I’d made that infamous restraint snap. I was watching him unravel, thread by thread, and I loved seeing this raw version of him.
With slow, measured movements, I spread my knees wide, unapologetically showing him everything he’d done to me. The noise he let out was guttural, a soft growl that seemed to be torn from inside him.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “This pretty little pussy is just begging for it, isn’t she? What’s the matter, sparrow? Nobody’s been taking care of this sweet little cunt?”
A shiver racked my body. I had no idea how his voice could cause such a visceral reaction in me, but there was no denying it did. But he wasn’t immune to me, either, and I wanted to see that last thread holding him back unravel completely.
I reached down and ran my fingertips through my slit. Dipping two fingers inside, I groaned at how sensitive I was, how desperately I needed to come. How desperately I needed him. How desperately I wanted him to feel the same.
With a wicked grin, I slipped my fingers free and reached toward Levi, tracing his lips and coating them in my arousal. “It’s not getting taken care of now, either. You gonna do something about that, or should I go get my toy?”
I was waving a red flag in front of a bull, and I knew it. But considering how my nipples tightened and my clit throbbed, I couldn’t deny how much I liked it, either.
With his eyes locked on mine, Levi slowly, deliberately, licked my arousal from his lips, and a groan rumbled in his chest. He cupped the insides of my thighs, guiding his hands down until he swept his thumbs along the apex, brushing them closer and closer to exactly where I needed him.
Then, without warning, he pulled one of his hands back and brought it down on my clit.
The soft slap against my sensitive nerves startled a gasp out of me. “What the hell?”
“We already decided I get to do what I want tonight, didn’t we?” He continued the torturous brushes against my skin, always working me up but never where I needed them to be. “I told you what you were in for, and you agreed. So that means I get to take care of this pussy however I see fit because it’s mine tonight. Right now, I want to tease it. I want to make you so desperate to come, you can’t concentrate. You can’t think straight. Your sole obsession is what part of my body is touching you and what I’ll do next. But first, I need you to give me a word.”
I shook my head at the abrupt change in subject. “A what?”
“A word, sparrow. Give me a word. Something you’ll remember.”
In case I needed him to stop. Jesus. This was so far out of the realm of my experiences, I felt like I’d been dropped into the middle of the ocean without a life jacket. Still, I was all in.
I said the first word that came to mind. “Peaches.”
“Good girl,” he said, his voice low and rough, approval threaded through. And I couldn’t deny how much my body lit up for it. “Now, you better speak up if you don’t like something because I’m all out of nice. Got it?”
“You’ve never been nice.” That was true. Levi wasn’t nice. He didn’t bend to the whim of others or roll over just because it was expected. But he was kind, more so than I’d given him credit for.
“I can be.” This time when he brought his fingers to my pussy, his touch was soft. Just the barest caress over me. Not nearly what I needed in order to feel any sort of relief. I shifted, wanting to get closer, but he just made a gruff sound in the back of his throat and held his ground.
“Jesus, look at you. Lifting your hips, trying to get my fingers inside you. You’re so fucking hungry for it, aren’t you?” He pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee, and goose bumps erupted over my entire body. “You never used to be like this. You used to be soft and sweet. Is this what I’ve turned you into? Desperate and greedy…my dirty girl.”
I moaned, not bothering to deny it, because he was right. I was rolling my hips, trying to get him closer. Trying to entice him to really touch me so I could finally get off.
“Let’s see how much you want it.” He finally slid two thick fingers inside me, pumping them slowly and watching me the entire time.
With a groan, I dropped onto my elbows, letting my head fall back as I focused on his hands, on where he was touching me. Just like he’d said I would. It was all I could concentrate on. For what seemed like forever, he fingered me in slow, methodical strokes, curling those fingers deep inside me, all while brushing the lightest of touches over my clit. But he never quite gave me what I needed.
“Levi,” I said, unable to stop his name from tumbling past my lips.
He glanced up at me, something sparking in his eyes. “What do you need, sparrow?”
“Please… Please just—” I had no idea what I was asking for. All I knew was my body was strung tight with need, and he was the answer.
He chuckled lowly and stood, allowing my legs to hang off the side of the counter. Bringing his body over mine, he sank his two middle fingers deeper inside me, all while pressing his palm hard on my clit, finally giving me some of the pressure I’d been craving. He brushed his lower lip along the shell of my ear, sending a shudder through me. “What did I tell you? We’ve only just gotten started, and you’re already begging.”
“I’m not—” Before I could get out whatever else I was planning to say, Levi’s fingers were gone, and he stopped touching me entirely.
My nipples were hard peaks, aching and overly sensitive, my pussy clenching around nothing, while my clit throbbed for release. I dug my fingers into his biceps, holding him to me. “No! No, please…”
He continued withholding his touch, but I could feel the heat of him above my pussy, his fingers just out of reach. I had to force myself not to lift my hips toward him, just for that contact. I hated how much he’d made me crave him in such a short time, but I was too far gone to truly care. I wanted—needed—to come.
And I wanted him to make me.
I wrapped my hand around his nape and tugged him toward me until our lips brushed with every word. “Stop fucking around and make me come.”
A slow smile swept across his mouth, a look that screamed trouble. “Just remember, you asked for this.”
Without warning, he sank his fingers deep once again, thrusting them in a quick rhythm designed to make me fall fast. And I did. Within seconds, he pushed me over the edge. My body tightening…tightening until everything exploded all at once.
He was murmuring something in my ear, his fingers still moving skillfully inside me, but I couldn’t hear him. Not with the blood rushing through my veins, the thrum-thrum-thrum of it drowning out everything else. My entire body was wrung out, yet still somehow strung tight.
Still needing more.
“Fuck,” he groaned, the first tiny crack in his demeanor. He curled his fingers inside me, grinding his palm hard on my clit. “I’ve got you. Give me another one, just like that. I want this fucking counter soaked with you. And then I’m going to sit down and enjoy my meal.”