Chapter 27
LEVI
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
I had no idea how to make one night last a lifetime, but I was going to try my fucking hardest. Never in a million years had I thought I’d have another chance at being with Harper. I sure as hell didn’t deserve one, yet here we were. And I wasn’t going to waste it.
I’d been hard since she’d walked in, looking like a goddamn wet dream with a sheer black shirt over a camisole and a skirt that might as well have been painted on. The jealousy that had crept up at thinking she’d worn that while interviewing another man couldn’t even quell my body’s reaction. And now, after hearing my name on her lips while her pussy clamped down on my fingers…how her body shook and shuddered thanks to what I was doing to her? My cock was a fucking steel rod, aching for her.
And though I’d had plenty of experience ignoring my dick and depriving myself of release, this was something altogether different. My routine desires had nothing on the sight in front of me. A nearly naked Harper laid out on my counter, her black skirt rucked up around her waist, wearing those red fuck-me heels with her thighs spread wide. Flushed and panting, tits heaving, pussy soaking wet.
“How many is that, sparrow?”
She shook her head, and a full-body shudder rolled through her as I brushed my fingertips over her swollen clit. “I… I don’t?—”
“I haven’t even fucked you with my tongue yet. And if you think I’m ending the night without tasting your come, you haven’t been paying attention.”
She whimpered even as she tilted her hips to get closer to my touch. “I don’t know if I can.”
“No? You know what you need to say to make me stop. But until you do, I’m going to do exactly what I want.” I slid my palms down the insides of her thighs, brushing my thumbs over her pussy lips and spreading her wide for my gaze.
Her cunt was gorgeous and fucking obscene, flushed a deep pink, her clit so swollen it wouldn’t take anything to make her go off. I could slide deep inside her, brush my thumb over her, and feel her come on my cock. But that would have to wait.
Right now, it was time for my feast.
I ran my nose along the crease of her thigh and inhaled deeply, groaning at the scent of her arousal. “You need it bad, don’t you, baby?”
She reached for me, sliding her fingers through my hair, and tugged my face closer to her pussy. “Yes,” she breathed. “God yes.”
“How many more do you have for me?” Though her answer didn’t really matter. I had no plans for stopping until she tapped out. There was nothing like the sweet torture of having her arousal on my tongue, on my fingers, and soaking my beard, all while denying myself any relief.
“I…I don’t know.” Her voice was threaded with a hint of awe, as if she couldn’t believe what her body had already done. And I fucking loved that I’d been the one to coax it out of her. Just another first between us.
My towel had long since fallen off, and it now lay draped across the stool, doing nothing to hide my reaction to her. My dick, hard and fucking throbbing, was pointed directly at Harper, and I’d had to stop what I was doing more than once just to wrap a tight fist around my length and squeeze. Beat back this orgasm that was breathing down my neck.
Leaning forward, I blew a gust of air against her, teasing her just as much as I was teasing myself. My mouth watered, and I was desperate to taste her again after all this time. Desperate to make her come against my tongue over and over, making her pussy so swollen and sweet, she’d be begging to take every inch of me.
“Levi.”
I smirked at the pleading edge in her voice. “Tell me what you need, sparrow.”
“Please, I just…” She shook her head, canting her hips closer to me. “Please, please, give it to me.”
“Use your words and I might.”
She huffed out a frustrated breath, her fingers tightening in my hair. She glared down at me, but the effect was ruined by her riotous hair, her flushed cheeks, the mascara smudged around her eyes. She looked fucking ruined, and I’d done that to her.
Finding her voice, she snapped, “I need you to lick my clit and make me come.”
Fuck me. Unable to deny either of us any longer, I hooked my arms beneath her legs, leaned forward, and did as she asked. It was the barest hint of my tongue against her, just a light swirl around her clit, not even making direct contact. Still, she shot off immediately, her orgasm crashing through her without warning.
I groaned as her taste flooded my mouth, my cock throbbing like a fucking beast who was aching for her. I licked up her seam and tongued her entrance, tasting everything I’d done to her. Tasting how fucking much she wanted this. Wanted me.
“That’s my girl. That orgasm was mine, wasn’t it? I got you so worked up, your little pussy was aching for it. It’s still aching for it, isn’t it?”
She didn’t answer, only moaned in response. Humming low in my throat, I dove in again, gripping her hips and holding her to my mouth, just as eager as she was. Needing to fucking devour her. I wanted my face covered in her, wanted her dripping down my chin by the time we were done.
I pulled back enough to slip two fingers inside her, curling them toward me. “Let’s see how many more you’ve got in you.”
“No, I—” Her words cut off on a moan when I finally made direct contact with her clit, fluttering my tongue over it in quick strokes before sucking it into my mouth. “Fuck. Oh fuck.”
Her feet were propped on my thighs again, giving her the leverage she needed to roll her hips toward me with every flick of my tongue, every curl of my fingers inside her. Gripping my hair tighter, she held me to her pussy, grinding herself against my face. Every ounce of decorum gone, and I fucking loved it.
I groaned into her cunt, affixing my mouth to her and fucking her hard and fast with my fingers. Eager to taste another release.
She could shake her head all she wanted. Could say she didn’t want to—or couldn’t—come again. But when her body reacted like this, responding to every little touch, every tiny caress, there was no way I was tapping out before her. No matter how many times I had to reach down and grip the base of my cock to stave off my own orgasm. Not unless she uttered that one little word.
I was drunk on her taste, on the sounds of her moans and whimpers. Harper had always been an addiction, and that hadn’t waned at all in our years apart. And if this was the only part I could have, I would take it. I’d cling on to it with both hands until I forced myself to finally let go.
In the meantime, I planned to make her come over and over, until she was begging for mercy. Wanted to ruin her for every other man. So that when, eventually, she left again, she’d never be able to forget me.
Or what we were together.
“Oh my God, you’re gonna make me come again.” Her words were breathless and disbelieving, her wide eyes locked on mine as she stared down at me. She held me tight against her until she crested again, her head dropping back on a moan as she rolled her hips toward me. “Levi.”
Fuck me, but I loved the sound of my name on her lips like this. When she was riding that high, chasing that pleasure. When I was giving her everything she needed. I couldn’t change the past—wouldn’t want to when my choices had given her the life she currently had—but I could give her this.
I could give her tonight.