Chapter 28
HARPER
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
I had never come so much in my life. Nearly naked, I lay on the counter, legs spread, tremors coursing through me as tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. My body felt like a live wire, every little touch sending shock waves through me.
And yet, even after all that, I still craved Levi.
There was no denying our history played a part in my body’s response to him, but it was more than that. My Levi—the one I’d loved my entire adolescence—had been sweet. Rough around the edges, sure, but never mean. Especially not to me.
But this Levi—this angry man with the glowers and grunts, who held himself back as if in punishment for something, all while dishing out more pleasure than I’d ever known—was someone altogether new.
Someone I couldn’t manage to get enough of.
He pulled back, his chest heaving, eyes dark with desire and his mouth still wet from me. He looked like a man teetering on the edge, and I wanted to push him over. Wanted to make him lose control entirely.
Just like he’d done to me.
“Are you finally going to fuck me now?” I asked, attempting to keep my voice even and pretending like I wasn’t craving it with every breath.
“Not yet.” He pushed the stool back from the counter and stood, his arms bracketing my hips. “You still owe me time on your knees.”
I shuddered at his words, hating how much I loved when he talked to me like that, taking away a power I’d always held dear. One I’d fought for, had lost everything for. But here, as he took away every decision from me, my strength and pride warred with my desire.
In the end, the latter won.
I slid off the counter and braced my hands on his hips as I sank to the floor in front of him, allowing myself to soak in every inch of him. I wasn’t sure I’d ever grow tired of looking at him, at the carved muscles of his chest and abdomen, the tattoos that decorated his body. I wanted to memorize each and every one he’d had inked into his skin, proof of a life lived without me.
That should’ve been a sledgehammer to the glass bubble surrounding us, halting every ounce of desire I felt for this man, but there was no stopping it. Not when I was this far gone.
His eyes were so full of want as he stared down at me, brushing his thumb along my cheek. “Such a good girl. My good, dirty girl.”
I wanted to tell him I wasn’t his anything, because he’d chosen that path. He’d made that choice for both of us, regardless of whatever reason he had. But I kept my mouth shut, dutifully ignoring the way my body lit up at his words, a part of me loving his claim.
I broke eye contact and glanced down, straight at his cock. God, he was intimidating up close like this. I knew if I’d faced this beast head on as a teenager, there was no way I would’ve let him anywhere near me. Now, though, it was different…adorned with piercings I’d never seen. I stared at the four small silver balls around the head, and a thrill of anticipation shot through me, wondering what those would feel like inside me.
“Time to open up, sparrow.” He wrapped his hand around his length and stroked once, his thumb playing with the piercings through his head before he brushed the tip against my lower lip. “Let’s see how much that pretty little mouth can take.”
My pussy clenched at his words, my clit still thrumming with the aftershocks of the too-many-to-count orgasms he’d given me. How the hell could I still be turned on? More importantly, how the hell could I still want him?
Needing to make him feel as out of control as I was, I wrapped my hand around his cock. Then, with my eyes locked on his, I swiped my tongue across the head, licking up the precome dripping down his length. He let out a soft groan, fisting my hair as I licked and sucked, playing with his piercings and taking my time. Teasing him like he’d done to me.
His hand tightened in my hair, but he never pushed. Never held me tight so he could shove his cock down my throat, satisfied with everything I gave him. I scraped my nails down his thighs before cupping his balls with one hand, his low groan sending a wave of pleasure through me.
When he was panting and cursing under his breath, I reached around to grip his ass and tug him forward, finally taking him deep. This time, his groan was loud and unrestrained as he tightened his fingers in my hair. His control was slipping, and I was eager to watch it. Couldn’t deny how hot it was making me, knowing I had this kind of power over him.
Unable to stop myself, I dropped one hand from his ass and reached between my legs. I swiped my fingers through my pussy, moaning as I circled my clit.
Levi’s eyes darkened, his fist tightening in my hair as he tugged my head back, guiding my eyes to his. “You really are my dirty girl, aren’t you? Couldn’t wait for me to fuck another orgasm out of you. You had to finger yourself while you choke on my cock.”
I moaned around his length, my eyelids fluttering closed as a shudder worked its way through me. I sped up my movements, both with my mouth and my fingers. I was right on the edge, teetering on the brink of another orgasm and desperate for it. Desperate, too, to take him with me.
But before I could fall over the edge, Levi pulled back, tugged me to my feet, and crashed his lips down on mine. Moaning into his mouth, I didn’t even have time to be pissed at the fact that he’d stolen my release from me. Not when he kissed me like that. Like I was the last woman on earth—the only one he wanted. It was frantic and hungry, and I groaned against him, loving the taste of myself on his tongue.
“You have a condom?” Levi muttered against my mouth, one hand gripping my ass, the other firm on my breast.
“You don’t?” I asked, unable to keep the incredulity out of my voice. Because what single, thirty-year-old man with a healthy sex drive didn’t have condoms at the ready?
He shook his head, not offering any other explanation.
I couldn’t stop to think about the why of it. Not when my focus was solely on getting him inside me. Immediately. I needed him with a hunger I hadn’t felt in far too long. Needed him filling me up. Needed to see if it was as good as I remembered.
Needed to prove to myself it wasn’t.
Because no matter what happened with Levi and me…no matter if we finally had a discussion and things came to light…I wasn’t staying. Not here in Starlight Cove, and not with him.
But I wasn’t going to allow my mind to get tangled up in the unknown future. Because though we hadn’t spoken it aloud, I held no delusions that this was more than a single night.
“I have an IUD. And haven’t been with anyone in a while.” A long damn while, but he didn’t need to know that. “I’m clear. You?”
He studied me for a beat as if looking for something, then huffed out a breath and nodded. “Yeah. I’m clear.”
“Then fuck me already.”
Levi’s eyes flared with heat, and he spun me around so I was bent over the counter. Leaning over me so his chest pressed along my back, he murmured, “Don’t beg for something you’re not ready for.”
“Who said I’m not ready?” I glanced at him over my shoulder and shook my ass, feeling awfully cocky for someone who was literally dripping down her thighs. I should’ve been embarrassed at my body’s reaction to him, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
“You’re not ready because you’re expecting something else. Even as much as I’ve told you otherwise, you’re still thinking of how things used to be. But I’m not going to fuck you slow or sweet like back then.” He brushed his hand down my spine, over the curve of my waist, and gripped my hip, digging his fingers into my flesh. He leaned over my back until his lips brushed my ear, his erection thick and hard against my ass. “I’m going to shove my cock so deep, it’ll be all you can feel. So deep it takes your breath away. And then, just when you think you can’t take any more, I’m going to give you the rest.”
Levi did exactly as he’d warned. He swiped the head of his cock through my slit, gathering my wetness until it coated his length, his piercings teasing my clit with each pass. And then he thrust inside me, his cock stretching me to just this side of pain.
“Oh shit.” I stared back at him with wide eyes, my breath caught in my throat as he filled me. And filled me some more.
He kept going, pushing deeper inside me until I gasped. “Told you, sparrow. Took your breath away. Now, are you ready for more?”
Without waiting for my answer, he thrust deep, giving me even more of him. So much I knew I wouldn’t have been able to take him if he hadn’t spent so much time working me up. Making me nearly delirious with need. He’d done it all just for this moment, so he could sink all the way inside.
I cried out, reaching back to dig my nails into his ass as he began to move. I met him thrust for thrust, arching my back and pushing against him. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he filled me over and over again, fucking me like he was making up for lost time.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “You know how good you feel? How fucking hot this pussy is? Your greedy little cunt keeps sucking me deeper, desperate for me to fill her up.”
“God.” I knew he didn’t just mean his cock, but his come, and the thought of it, the thought of him being the first man to empty himself inside me, made me ache for exactly that.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many other women he’d been with like this.
How many others have there been?
None.
I gasped as the memory from last night slammed into me, my thoughts a jumbled mess even as my body responded to the realization that there’d only been me. If what he’d said was true, there’d only been me.
I sobbed out a breath—whether it was a moan or a cry, I wasn’t sure. And through it all, Levi continued fucking me, alternating deep, driving thrusts with shallower ones, his piercings rubbing relentlessly against that spot inside me.
He wrapped his hand around the front of my throat, squeezing gently and tugging my head back until he brushed his cheek against mine. I could smell myself on him, and I loved that I’d marked him like he was about to mark me. “Is that what you want, dirty girl? You want my come so deep inside you, you’ll still feel it tomorrow? Want a reminder of how good it felt when I was fucking you? How hard you came all over my cock?”
“Yes,” I admitted on a whisper, too far gone to censor my thoughts. “Please…come inside me.”
Levi swore under his breath and pulled out of me entirely. But before I could complain, he spun me around, lifted me onto the counter, and slammed his cock into me once again.
This was too intimate, being face-to-face—with his eyes boring into mine as he settled inside me. Especially with the realization I’d just come to.
I glanced away, unable to look him in the eye, but the reprieve didn’t last long.
He gripped my face in one hand and tugged my attention back to him. “Eyes on me, sparrow.” With his free hand, he slipped it between us, his thumb zeroing in on my clit.
Each brush of it against me sent a jolt through my body, my eyelids fluttering closed as sensations overwhelmed me—to say nothing at all about the steadiness of his gaze.
He squeezed my face tighter, and I snapped my eyes open, only to find him so close I could feel his breath on my lips. “Eyes. On. Me,” he said, his voice a low, firm demand. “Or I stop. And this sweet little pussy doesn’t want that, does she?”
I whimpered and shook my head in the confines of his hold, already feeling the beginning of that delicious climb low in my belly.
And I finally stopped resisting. Stopped avoiding…stopped pushing him away and just gave in.
I wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and held him as tightly as he was holding me. Resting my other hand on his chest, I mindlessly traced the lines of the tattoo there—an anchor over his heart, a rope wrapped around it and carried away by a…sparrow? It was small, nestled among the block of script that stretched up to his shoulder, but there was no mistaking it now that I was actually looking.
My breath caught as I snapped my gaze to his, finding his eyes already on me, a thousand questions racing through my mind. Like, why would he permanently mark his body with a reminder of me if I meant nothing to him, as he’d claimed? And why would he stay away?
But before I could voice any of them, he pressed his forehead against mine, a low groan rumbling out of him. He pressed his thumb against my clit, and my entire body tightened, a moan leaving my lips. “There we go, sparrow. Now, be a good girl and give me one more. Soak my cock and show me how much you love it when I fuck you.”
I locked my legs around his hips, pulling him deep, and that was all it took. “Oh my God. I’m?—”
Before I could even get the words out, my orgasm tore through me, colors bursting behind my eyelids as wave after wave crashed into me. Levi dropped his face into my neck, groaning my name as he settled deep inside me, his cock pulsing with his own release.
Our past was messy and heartbreaking, a tangled ball of emotion I’d never been able to escape, regardless of how far I’d run. But in this moment, with his panting breaths in my ear and my heartbeat racing, I knew there was no more fighting this. No matter how much I tried to deny it, there was no escaping the truth.
Levi McKenzie still had a hold over me, and I wasn’t sure that would ever change.