Chapter 15 #3
Levi: She loved the fucking, so much that she’s right next to me, holding my dick.
“Things you don’t have to say to them,” I say.
“They need all the details.”
“If that’s the case, tell them I like playing with your balls. Actually love it.”
“See, I told them I had amazing balls, and they made fun of me.”
His phone buzzes.
Penny: What? You’re texting us while she’s holding your dick? What is wrong with you?
Blakely: Like legit, right now, she’s gripping your cock?
Winnie: Why would you be texting us while she’s doing that? Focus on what she’s doing. Jesus, Levi.
Ollie: You know, I kind of like the idea of him texting us while she fondles him. Can you describe it to us?
Penny: Jesus, Ollie, go find Silas!
“Ollie’s the horny one,” Levi says.
“I can see that. I think I might like her the most.” I drag my nails over the underside of his length, and he groans before texting them back.
Levi: She just started playing with my penis.
I texted you first, then she stuck her hand down my briefs.
She’s really good at giving head, and her pussy is fucking incredible.
I fucked her tits earlier, and she sucked me off.
You should hear her come, it’s the best sound ever.
And she loves my balls. LOVES THEM. I have yet to come inside her, but hopefully, with her hand down my briefs now, that will lead to more. Fingers crossed.
“You think I have an incredible pussy?” I ask as he spreads his legs, and I move my hand to his balls.
He sighs heavily. “The best, Wylie.”
“Thank you,” I say as his phone buzzes.
Penny: I don’t know how to respond to this.
Ollie: I do. Take a video!
Winnie: My God, Ollie!
Blakely: And I’m deleting this thread now. Bye.
Chuckling, he sets his phone down as I tug his briefs off and pull down the sheets as well.
I lift on my knees and remove my top and shorts, watching his gaze eagerly fall to my breasts.
I take a moment to cup them and pinch my nipples, giving him a bit of a show before I move between his legs, spreading them and lowering myself so my mouth is right against his balls.
I stick my tongue out and run it along the seam, which causes him to bend his legs and plant his feet on the mattress.
“Fuck, Wylie,” he groans as I continue to play gently with his balls, not touching him anywhere else.
I want to see if I can bring him to a climax without doing anything else, so I part my lips and bring them into my mouth, sucking on them one at a time, fascinated with how his cock bobs above, growing harder and harder as I continue to pull him against my tongue.
Wanting a little bit more, I lift and open his nightstand drawer. I move things around until I find a flat square. Curious, I pull it out and switch it on. It vibrates in my hand. I know what this is for.
Smiling, I bring it down between his legs, lift his sack, then rest it on the vibrator.
His hands immediately grip the sheets beneath him as his stomach rises and falls, his heavy breath leading the rhythm.
I pull back and watch him, taking in the pulsing of his cock and the tension in his muscular body.
His thick thighs bunching, the sinew in his forearms firing off.
Everything about him is erotic. Everything about him is what I want in a man.
Especially the fact that he lets me explore.
That he’s so open with his sexuality that he doesn’t care what I do.
I go back to his nightstand and pull out a simple vibrator, just a wand, and I turn it on. I straddle his cock, letting the ridge press right against my wet clit.
“Baby, you’re drenched,” he says as he presses his hands to my thighs.
“I love turning you on. It turns me on,” I say as I run the vibrating wand over his chest and across his nipples.
He sucks in a sharp breath and watches intently as I run it over my breasts as well, making them shake and shiver from the vibration.
“Christ,” he says as he encourages me to move over his cock.
It wasn’t my intention to get off on top of him, but with one bout of friction between us, I can’t stop my hips from moving over him, not with how amazing it feels.
“You’re so big, Levi,” I say as my hips move faster, and I move the vibrator between my legs. “Oh God,” I moan as the vibration pulses against my clit, making my entire insides clench.
“Wylie, are you close?”
I don’t listen as I continue to move over him, my body tingling with anticipation. A burning desire builds up in the base of my stomach, and I lose all focus as I seek out this amazing feeling, this feeling that I’ve never felt other than with him.
“Wylie, baby. . .”
“Fuck,” I grunt as I move even faster, abandoning the vibrator and just focusing on my clit rubbing against the ridge of his cock.
“Wylie, don’t come,” he says in a commanding voice that stops me.
I open my eyes to look down at him right before he flips me to my back, then climbs between my legs. He drapes one over his shoulder, positions himself at my entrance, and with one solid thrust, he’s inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out from the angle.
And like a feral man, he goes wild. He pulses into me at a pace I’ve never experienced before.
In and out.
In and out.
With such force, such strength.
I feel him all the way to the hilt, bottoming out every freaking time. It sends me into a tailspin. My body sparks in every which way, my orgasm a frenzy as it builds and builds and builds.
“Fuck, I’ve never been this hard before,” he says as he angles his body down, pounding into me now.
“I can’t handle how goddamn tight you are.
” He groans loudly and, to my surprise, flips us over so he’s on his back again, and I’m on top.
He brings his cock to my entrance and slams me down, causing me to yell out his name.
“Oh my God,” I breathe. “Levi, you’re . . . you’re too big.”
“No, baby, take me. Take all of me.”
I let out a heavy breath, and that’s when he sits up, handling me as if I weigh nothing. With his back against his headboard, our faces match up. He grabs my ass and assists me in moving up and down—and fuck, that’s so good .
It’s such an incredible sensation, being this full.
Gripping his cheeks, I bring his mouth to mine and move my hips up and down rapidly. He groans into my mouth, and I moan into his. He spreads my cheeks, and I grind against him. His tongue dances across mine, and I suck his tongue into my mouth.
Our connection becomes heated.
Our movements erratic.
And together, we build until white-hot pleasure bursts through me, seizing my body, making me convulse and contract over his cock with such force that he presses his mouth against my shoulder and bites down before he stills, and I feel him coming inside me.
And he comes hard . . . and long.
His moan carries on until nothing is left inside him.
After a few seconds, his head falls back against the bed, his neck and Adam’s apple exposed as he takes deep breaths.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says as he finally opens his eyes and meets mine.
He smiles adorably and grips the back of my head, bringing me in for a kiss. After a few seconds, he pulls away and says, “You own me, Wylie.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “You fucking own me.”