Chapter 18 #2
Her hand lazily falls into my hair as I press lingering kisses along her inner thigh until I reach her arousal.
I drape her legs over my shoulders, prop her up with my hands, and press kisses over her pussy, along her pubic bone, and when she squirms, I spread her with my tongue and lap at her clit.
“Fuck, yes,” she groans as she shifts her hips, looking for more. “I love your tongue, Levi.”
And I love you.
I love everything about you, Wylie.
And I will make sure there is nothing, and I mean nothing, that pulls us apart.
Making slow strokes with my tongue, I pull down one of her bra cups and glide my finger over her nipple until it’s hard and pointed, then while I continue to go down on her, I roll the hard nub between my fingers.
She cries out.
She heaves.
She twists and turns under my hold.
And when I suck her clit between my lips, I pinch her nipple at the same time.
Her legs clench around me as she lets out a feral cry.
Loving her responsiveness, I do it again, sucking hard.
“Fuck, Levi,” she calls out as her body stiffens, and her hand pulls on my hair. “Oh my God.”
Her legs quiver.
Her mouth parts.
And when I think she’s about to come, I pull away.
“No, Levi. Please.”
I stand and push my pants off, then I move between her legs and lift her to pull off her bra.
When we’re both naked, I slowly take her mouth with mine, letting our lips mold together as I deliberately cup her breast and move from a frantic pace to a slow, thought-out one.
She falls into my rhythm and brings her arms around my neck, holding me in place while she loops one of her legs around mine, making my erection press up against her soft center.
I lift from her mouth and kiss her cheek, then her jaw and down her neck. When I work back up to her lips, I stare down at her for a second before saying, “I love you, Wylie.”
She smiles up at me. “I love you too, Levi.”
This, her , this is all I fucking need.
Nothing else.
I slowly slide my cock inside her, taking my time and letting her adjust as we continue to make out. And with every inch that I move inside her, she squeezes me tight. Having her wrapped around me like this is the most incredible feeling. I will never get enough of it.
Never.
Slowly, I pulse into her, making short, concise strokes that create just enough friction to heighten our arousal. And as I pulse, I play with her tits because we both love it.
“I need . . . more,” she says.
“Want it slow, baby,” I say, bringing my lips to her jaw.
“I can’t. Please, Levi.”
Smiling, I sigh and forgo my plans of fucking her for at least a solid hour like this and flip her so I’m on my back, and she straddles me.
She falls flat on top of me, closing in on that last inch so I bottom out.
“Yes,” she groans as she tilts her head back and plays with her hair.
And mother of fuck does she look hot.
So fucking hot.
I grip her hips as she places her hands on my stomach, pressing her tits together, and she starts rocking, grinding her clit against me.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she says as her eyes squeeze shut and she picks up her pace.
I don’t know what I was thinking.
This is so much better.
A thousand fucking times better.
I want her on top of me, fucking me all the goddamn time.
“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Use me, use my cock.”
She sits up, places her hands on her breasts, and plays with herself while she continues to move over me. Nothing has been sexier than at this moment, with my girl, my love, riding my cock and loving every second of it.
“You’re so big, Levi. I love your dick. I love it so much. No dick has ever made me feel this good.”
“Then take what you want, baby. Take everything.”
She places her hands behind her so they rest on my thighs, giving me a different angle of her, of our connection, and I watch it intently, my length going in and out of her as she rocks harder and faster.
Her tits bounce.
Her breath is erratic.
And her mouth parts as she quivers.
“Oh God, oh fuck,” she says as she moves her hands to my chest again and steadies herself as she rides me hard and fast.
From the friction, the way she clenches around me, and the sheer sexiness of her, my legs and arms start to go numb. The room fades to black, and my balls tighten.
“Right there, baby,” I cry out just as she screams my name and falls over the edge, her pussy contracting around me.
It takes two more pulses over my cock before I’m coming with her.
“Fuck me,” I yell as I spill inside her, my orgasm lasting longer than I expected as she continues to contract around me.
After a few seconds, when we’re both settled and our breaths are caught, she leans forward to lie flat against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her forehead as she holds on to me tightly.
She takes a few deep breaths and then says, “I . . . I’ve never said that to a man before.”
“What part?” I ask. “We said a lot of things. Was it the dick part?”
She chuckles and shakes her head as she props up to look me in the eyes. “No, the I love you part.”
“Oh.” I smile at her. “Well, I’ve never said it to a woman either.”
“I love that,” she says.
I kiss the tip of her nose. “I love you.”
She giggles and presses her head into the crook of my neck before squealing.
Chuckling, I say, “What the hell is that?”
When she looks back at me, she says, “A girly squeal because Levi Posey just said he loved me.”
“Oh, if that’s the case.” I clear my throat, attempt a giggle, and then squeal as well.
She lets out a roar of a laugh. “What the hell?”
“That’s my manly squeal because Wylie Wood just said she loved me.”
She shakes her head in mirth. “God, you’re ridiculous.”
“But I’m all yours,” I say while I roll her to her back and start kissing her all over.
Levi: Boys. I have something important to tell you, but I can’t tell you yet, but when I tell you, it’s going to be very special so get ready for special news. The most special.
Silas: ^^^ Always with the dramatics.
Pacey: Yeah, why can’t you tell us?
Eli: And why are you texting so late?
Halsey: I’m silencing this thread right now.
Levi: I’m texting because I can’t get it off my mind. I’m so excited.
Pacey: Then tell us.
Eli: Please don’t make this a thing.
Silas: He’s going to make it a thing. He always does.
Levi: Taters is right, I’m going to make it a thing. Just prepare yourselves. It’s huge, and I’m not talking about Halsey’s giant dick.
Pacey: It’s too late for this.
Eli: Remind me to punch you in the nuts tomorrow.
Silas: You’re probably my most annoying friend.
OC: You know, just stepping in here to say, I live for the drama. Now I’m frothing, excited to find out what he has in store to tell us.
Pacey: Jesus Christ.
Eli: Shut the fuck up, OC.
Silas: I was wrong. OC is the most annoying.
Levi: And just like always . . . OC is my favorite.
Bag in hand, I stuff my phone in it along with my wallet and stand from the bench where I just finished putting my shoes on.
Another win for the men tonight, but this time, it was special because Wylie was in the stands.
She sat with Blakely and Penny, helping them with some random marketing shit to appease her father.
The entire game, it felt like my penis led the way, and I know that might sound weird, but I was dead set on showing her how amazing I was on the ice.
And sure, I know she’s seen it before, but it was different this time.
She was mine while watching me this time, and I wanted to make her proud.
I wanted her to think in her head, there’s my man.
And thankfully, I had one of my best games, and I didn’t get in a fight, so all in all, a good fucking night. I have something special in my bag to clinch it.
“I’m out,” I say to the boys. “Good game.” I offer Pacey knuckles. “Amazing shutout, man.”
“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he says as he leans back on the bench, looking stiffer than normal.
Not sure how many years he has left in him.
I know he’s been considering retirement, and with his head injury, which I know still causes him some pain, I could see him retiring at the end of this year and starting a family with Winnie.
Makes me think what my future looks like.
To be the absolute dreamer where everything in life is perfect and not based in my current reality, it would look like this . . .
Wylie as my forever girl and Coach Wood by my side, shaking my hand for being the best son-in-law he could have asked for.
We’d joke over him blessing his underwear, and he’d poke fun at me for eating bologna, then we’d hug each other because that’s what men do when they like each other.
Then he’d sit me down, look me in the eyes, and say how proud he is to call me son. I’d grip his shoulder and say something like, he’s my second favorite father.
We would laugh.
And then of course . . . hug again.
It would be magical. He wouldn’t want to kill me, he’d accept Wylie for all the greatness that she is, and he’d apologize for being an ignorant father and not recognizing how smart and talented Wylie is. We of course would forgive him and then spend Sunday nights during the summer playing Phase 10.
Sigh . . . keep dreaming, Posey.
I head out of the locker room where I find Wylie waiting for me while she talks to Blakely, Penny, and Winnie. Look at her fitting in so well.
And that’s another thing, Coach Wood would tell me how he was such a fool for thinking she should finish school because that was his plan. He’d congratulate me on being a supportive boyfriend, then he’d one more time . . . hug me.
I’d sniff him.
He’d sniff me.
He’d say I smell amazing.
I’d joke around about buying him the same cologne for Christmas.
Our heads would fall back as he roared with laughter?—
“Posey!” Coach Wood yells.
And yup, my balls just crawled up my ass.
I turn toward him as I feel the girls look over at me.
“Hey, Coach Wood,” I say, trying to look like an ounce of man.