Chapter 20 #3
“Close your eyes,” he breathes, and I do as he says.
“Now think about what you do alone in bed, when you’re so fucking needy that you have to make yourself come.
” I gasp, and my eyes fly open. He shakes his head slowly, and I shut them again.
“Good girl.” I moan at the words. Another chuckle leaves Levi.
“You like being called that, don’t you?” Biting my lip, I nod.
He doesn’t know that the nights I’m alone and desperate for release, whatever I imagine or watch, the man always says, Good girl.
I’ve liked it ever since I learned about what praise was in a book Jenny lent me.
Grabbing Levi’s hand tightly, I try to gather my thoughts and land somewhere between being logical and only feeling.
My nipples are hard and aching, but I know we won’t have time to do everything we want.
I move his hand past my breasts where his fingertips graze my nipples, and I whimper.
Levi sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth.
His palms go past my ribs, and we land on the button of my dark green jeans.
Letting go of him, I open my eyes, meeting his, and nod.
“Are you sure—?” I shut him up with a kiss, grabbing his hair while he undoes my pants with one hand. He moves to go over my underwear, but that’s not where I want his touch. I want his fingers inside of me.
I grab his hand again and try to put it under my thong. He breaks our kiss.
“The first time I put anything of mine inside of you will be when the moment is right. And that is not in a coat closet.”
I’m going to slap him, or cry. Why is he here then?
“You come out of nowhere and bring me in here to, what? Tease me for your own amusement?”
He wraps his hand around my neck, not hard enough to choke me, only enough to shut me up due to shock. “No, Stevie. It’s because I came here to keep you company after your audition, and instead of waiting, I snuck in during your performance. And you were…” He trails off.
He was the shadow.
“I was what?”
“Amazing.” I smile. “But after that, all I could think of was what I wanted to do to you on Saturday night.” He pulls me forward by the neck, still slightly choking me. “So, you’re going to come the way I want you to, the way that I’ve been picturing it in my head for days. Understood?”
Holy shit, that was hot and sweet. He came to keep me company, knowing I’d be a nervous wreck.
Nodding, he lets my neck go, slowly bringing that same hand lower and stuffing it down my pants. He rubs a finger from top to bottom, feeling how wet I am.
Levi watches me as I open my mouth. But I can’t form any words or make any sounds because of how shockingly good this feels. He’s right, I can come just like that, especially after last week.
“You’re so wet,” he groans. I nod when his middle finger rubs against my clit.
Stifling a scream, I fist his shirt and bite my lip.
“Shhh. You’re not going to scream. You don’t want to ruin that beautiful voice of yours.
” His other arm remains holding my right.
Although he sounds kind, there’s still a stern warning behind it.
Similar to the way he was holding my neck, hard and dominating, but safe.
“What you are going to do is rub your pussy against my fingers and make yourself come quietly. I’m the only one who gets to hear you come. ”
Oh God. “Okay.”
“Use me, baby.”
It’s the word baby that does it for me. I move my hips, and it takes everything in me not to make a sound. The tingling builds and builds as he continues to tell me what to do.
“Just like that. You’re doing such a good job, Stevie.”
My legs start to shake as I get closer, feeling my body tense, whimpering more and more.
“Levi,” I say, letting him know I’m close.
“I know, baby. Come for me. Let go.”
And I explode. The feeling has my other senses going haywire. It spreads from my core to the top of my head, giving me one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. I moan as quietly as I can, remembering Levi’s words.
“Yes, keep coming for me.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Such a good girl. You make the sexiest sounds for me.” As his movements slow and my pussy stops pulsing, everything comes into focus again.
The first thing I notice is the taste of blood from biting my lip so hard. That’s a new one. The second is everything he said to me and how it turned me on. How I was in control, but so was he. And third…we’re still in the auditorium. How long have we been here?
“Levi, what time is it?”
My question seems to jar him out of whatever trance he was in. He takes his phone out, and once the light of the screen shines on him, I spot his messy hair, along with a bit of blood staining his cheek.
God, I feel like an animal.
He tells me the time, and I run. We were there for thirty minutes, which means the auditions have most likely ended, and I need to make sure I didn’t miss anything. As I’m running, I come to a halt right in front of the girl from earlier.
“Dakota!” I practically yell.
This time, I make her jump.
She smiles when she sees me. “Hey, Stevie.” Her face twists into one of worry. Oh no.
“Stevie, wait!” Levi says, running toward me.
Dakota looks at him and then at my lip, where the dried-up blood is. My hair and makeup must be a mess, too.
She squints at Levi, who still isn’t in my line of sight. Something along the lines of recognition hits her, and her entire demeanor changes. Her eyes are sharper, her smile is gone, and her back is perfectly straight.
“You’re Jake’s friend,” she says to Levi, who’s come up next to me, and he seems to have fixed his hair.
“You know each other?” Not that I’m surprised, Jake’s a popular guy.
Levi nods, a little out of breath. “Dakota, right? Nice to see you again.”
She cocks a brow at him, and when she turns back to me, her smile reappears. She gently takes my forearm, moving me a couple of feet away from Levi. He and I exchange a confused look.
“Did he do anything you didn’t want, honey? You have a bit of blood on your lip.”
“Shit. I’m so sorry. Nothing happened.” Dakota gives me a flat look. “Nothing bad happened.”
She shrugs. “Don’t be.” She pauses and hesitates before finally speaking. “Be careful with John—I mean, Jake. I don’t know enough about his friends, but Jake’s family isn’t…” She thinks for a moment. “Nice.”
Not knowing what to do or say, I nod. “How do you guys know each other?”
“Our families know each other.” She shivers.
“It’s a long and boring story. Anyway, I recommend you go to the bathroom and get yourself ready.
” She points to my face and hair. “Everyone’s waiting for the list to go up.
They made up their minds very quickly today.
” She grins again, and as I’m about to ask her something, she holds a finger up and puts the other on the earpiece.
“Yes, sir. Be right there,” Dakota speaks into the mic and points to the bathrooms, politely telling me to go.
Levi follows me as we go to the bathroom in complete silence.
“Say something, Bambi. Please.” Levi runs a hand through his hair, and I hold up my index finger, telling him to give me a minute while I walk into the restroom.
I quickly wash my hands and look at myself. It could be worse, but it’s less than ideal for the occasion.
That felt good. No, it felt great, and I felt alive.
Going from performing on the stage to that was extreme, but in the best way possible.
I have no idea what this thing between me and Levi is, but for once, it’s fun not knowing.
When it comes to medical matters, it is always about finding the right medication, treatment plan, test, or surgery.
Yet like with art, attraction and feelings aren’t an exact science.
But boy, do I have questions—a lot of them.
After fixing the final strands of my hair and cleaning my face, I leave the bathroom and find Levi pacing the hall. He stops once I get out. There’s no more blood on his cheek, and his hair is back in check. His blue eyes look at me from top to bottom with concern.
“Levi, I’m okay,” I assure him. I’m not sure what he’s so scared of.
“List is up!” a girl screams. Literally screams.
As I look at the group that’s assembling, then back at Levi, we both take off at the same time. We stop as some girls look and cry, others shrug, and less than a handful celebrate.
“Fucking hell.” Levi looks at them as if they belong in a psych ward, and I snort.
“Difference between regular musicians and theater kids,” I inform him. “Don’t be surprised if I react the same way.”
He shakes his head. “You’re…you. It’s different.
” I whip my head to him while he gently pushes past the girls and their friends who aren’t letting us see the list. “Excuse me,” he says to one girl who was crying, and she immediately stops when she sees Levi.
Then all the ladies set their eyes on him, and some of their guy friends follow.
All their mouths are wide open. He leans next to my ear. “Why are they looking at me like that?”
“Because you have dark hair, blue eyes, a perfect smile, and like men and women. You’re one in a million. Now move so I can see the frickin’ list. You know, the one that determines the rest of my semester?”
He smirks. “You said I’m one in a million.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t let it get to your head.” He chuckles and takes me by the waist, guiding me across the large group where there are only five names.
“Stevie,” Levi gasps from behind me.
I shake my head. “That’s real, right?” Tears form in my eyes, and two hands turn me around. “I got a callback.”
Levi smiles and hugs me so tightly, lifting me off the ground and spinning me.
“You got it, Bambi!”
We both laugh, and once we stop spinning, I grab his face. Without a second thought, I kiss him—really kiss him in front of all these people—and he barely hesitates before reciprocating. It feels different than our coat closet kiss, more intimate, but it turns me on all the same.
The spontaneous moment is broken when I feel him getting hard. It’s when I realize that he never asked for anything in return.
I grin against his lips, and he does the same, then frowns. “What is this, Stevie?”
Shrugging, I reply, “I have no clue.” It’s the truth.
He tips my chin and looks me in the eye for several seconds. Butterflies build in my stomach as I try to control my anxiety.
Levi doesn’t say another word, leaving everything for a later conversation.
“I have so many questions about what happened in there.” I point behind me toward the closet.
He shushes me with a hug. “Later. It’s time to celebrate.” He kisses the top of my head. “I knew you had this in the bag. Dinner’s on me.”
“Well, I’m not going to say no to that.” His chest moves with a chuckle. I turn my head to the side. “Invite your friends too.”
“Our friends,” he corrects. “I’m pretty sure Kami and Em like you more than me.”
I snort, and we continue hugging. From the corner of my eye, I swear I see a girl with a pink hoodie looking directly at us through the front glass doors. When I turn, I see her staring at me, but I can’t make out her face. After a couple of blinks, she’s gone.