Chapter 21 #3
Closing my eyes for a moment, I inhale and exhale deeply, calming my mind and heartbeat.
“Thanks, Hotshot.” Opening one eye, I smile and see him attempting to do the same but failing.
He remains sitting on the edge of the coffee table, his foot tapping the floor.
I grab his slightly red hand and talk calmly, needing him to understand that this is my normal, and the situation tonight, although not his fault, can’t happen again.
If we’re going to live together, or have sex eventually, or do anything else at some point, he’ll have to see me this way occasionally, and those kinds of things make it unnecessarily worse.
“I’m okay. This happens. I was an idiot for not bringing the medication, but given the lack of sleep and the stress of the audition and tonight, it’s not very surprising that it happened.
But this isn’t your fault. He started it. ”
He nods, regret filling his dark blue eyes. He doesn’t believe that it’s not his fault.
“I didn’t mind handling Andrew,” I say weakly. “It was kind of fun.” Tiring but satisfying.
Levi bites his lip. “I shouldn’t have been reckless.”
I only shake my head and rub my thumb against his knee. He tried to talk to me tonight. It wasn’t a great conversation, but it was also stopped early by this. My mind is too preoccupied with how my body is feeling to process his words properly.
We both wait silently as my leg stops twitching and the bitter taste is completely gone, leaving me so drowsy that I don’t have the energy to move to bed.
My eyelids feel heavy as muscular arms lift me off the cushions.
This feels nice.
Managing to open one eye, I see the inside of my bedroom. “I can’t sleep in a bra, Levi.”
He chuckles humorlessly, sadness still coating his features. “You can manage for one night.”
I shake my head against his hard chest, the high of the medication taking over.
“You have nice pecs and abs.” He laughs again, this time for real, and I feel his muscles flex.
“I knew it was you in the closet today because of it.” His sharp intake of breath is the only response I receive.
Once I’m on the bed, I gently lift myself into a sitting position, the room spinning slightly.
“Whoa there.” Levi tries to push me back down.
“No, I can’t sleep with a bra and jeans.” It’s true. A nap? Yes. A full eight hours? Never.
Levi opens his mouth to object, but I quickly slip my bra off through one of my sleeves. I rip my jeans off next, my eyes still half closed, not caring about anything but sleep. “Good night, Hotshot.”
I feel a kiss on my forehead and a dip on the other side of my bed.
Right as sleep takes me, I hear his voice. “Good night, Bambi. I’m sorry.”
I shoot up off the bed as soon as the nightmare ends.
A vivid one of last spring of me waking up with paramedics on each side of me, right before getting in an ambulance.
There was a sense of panic in my chest, not remembering how I got there or what had happened.
It took me half an hour for my memories to come back.
After freaking out because I was confused, I managed to calm down enough for the paramedics to take care of me.
Then we arrived at the hospital, and they stuck an IV in me before the tests began.
First, it was the machine with the flashing lights, followed by a couple of MRIs and CT scans.
An image of my moms rushing into my hospital room comes to mind.
The second they came in, the nurse injected me with more medication that made everything a bit better, and then a whole lot worse.
Shaking off the nightmare I haven’t had in almost five months, I turn to look at my phone. Four thirty a.m. It’s still dark out, but it won’t be for much longer.
Levi and I left the bar around ten, since the night was cut short, meaning I was in bed by eleven, or around then.
Lying back down, I curse internally at my emergency medication.
It can sometimes produce vivid dreams and cause one to sleep more lightly afterward.
It’s always so hard for me to fall back asleep if I wake up and my anxiety spikes at the thought of not getting enough rest.
A snore comes from my left, startling me, and I find a peaceful, sleeping Levi.
Of course he slept here, and it’s not the first time.
He is a great friend, or a friend with benefits, or whatever we are.
His words from earlier come back to me, he mentioned something about sex and being overprotective.
If anything, I’m more confused now than I was before.
It’s too early to focus on that, though.
I take a moment to look at him. His dark ruffled hair, closed eyes with long, thick eyelashes, perfectly shaped nose and jaw, and finally his soft lips.
I sometimes forget how good-looking he is.
I’ve noticed the stares women and men give him.
He seems to have gotten used to it. Either that or he’s oblivious.
Heat stirs within me at the memory of him rubbing his hand over my clit, and an idea comes to mind on how to relax my body.
I’m not sure if he’ll be up for it with how careful he’s been with me.
The attraction is there, but he’s been respectful.
Well, except for the closet. Even then, he didn’t let himself lose control.
I hate being treated so delicately, but his filthy words make up for it.
Leaning closer to him, I kiss his lips lightly. He stirs slightly. I do it again, this time grazing a finger across his jaw. He mumbles something incoherent, and I continue my journey across his cheek, gently waking him up. When I kiss his neck, he stiffens.
“Stevie, what are you doing?” he whispers, still groggy.
I smile against the spot I kissed. “I need help falling back asleep.”
He lets out a deep breath and pulls my head back, looking at me with those dark blue eyes. “You aren’t thinking straight with that medication in you.”
Shaking my head, I grin. “The high wore off. I’m tired but alert.” I grab his face, biting his bottom lip. A long, low grunt leaves him. “I want you. I need you. I need this,” I plead as my hands roam down his hard chest.
“Fuck, Stevie.” He grabs my hair and kisses me slowly.
I moan into his mouth, and he opens his.
After our tongues meet, we both turn hungry.
Our limbs tangle together, and as soon as his legs intertwine with mine, I feel his hard and huge cock rub against me.
I let out a breath. “I want to make you come again,” he says between kisses.
“Then fuck me, please,” I beg, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of me.
Levi separates our faces, staring at me intensely. “No.”
I whine, rubbing myself against him as he hisses. “Why not?”
“You’re not ready,” he states. “There are still things we need to talk about, and I doubt that’s what either one of us wants to fucking do right now.”
He flips me onto my back and hovers over me, his tongue lapping over mine, and my moans grow louder as I seek some sort of friction, but he’s too far.
“Tell me one thing.” I push him as much as it pains me to do. He breathes out impatiently but nods. “Do you have a praise kink?” Levi doesn’t respond. “If you do, I have no problem with it.”
He chuckles. “Oh, I know you don’t.” A twinkle of playfulness forms in his eyes, catching me off guard.
“I’ve never spoken to anyone about what I truly like in the bedroom, at least not like this.
To put it simply, I like making my partner feel good.
” He kisses my neck, making me whimper when his tongue peeks out.
“I love telling them when they’re doing a good job while they come or make me come.
” His lips lower and hover right above my breast. My mind goes hazy with desire.
“I’ve always been more of a top than a bottom, and unlike a person who is strictly into praise, I love being more aggressive and firm with my partners.
” He grazes my nipple with his mouth, and my hips buck upward.
Levi takes a hand, pushing my lower half down, looking up at me with a smirk.
He knows his effect on me and how I also like the rougher end of things.
“And I love taking care of whoever I’m with afterward.
” The thought makes me shiver. He’s exactly what I expected and more.
“It’s something I’m into, and the amazing thing is…
” He flicks his tongue over my nipple still covered by my shirt, causing me to moan. “You are too.”
Levi sucks each nipple through my clothes. Every sensation makes me wetter and wetter. I feel like I’m going to leak on the bed at this rate.
“You want to feel my tongue under your shirt, don’t you, baby?” His voice is smooth, but I sense the strain in his control.
“Yes, please.” I moan louder when he takes my nipple between his fingertips.
He lowers his head to my stomach, raising the material.
Levi’s gaze clashes with mine as he finishes taking my shirt off.
His eyes haven’t lowered, meaning he hasn’t seen my C-cup-sized breasts.
Instead of going back down, he sits up on his knees and moves his blue orbs lower and lower, taking in my nakedness.
His dick is so hard, I can make out the shape of it from over the sweatpants I now noticed he changed into since we got back.
Levi continues to stare, and I feel completely vulnerable.
He’s the second man to see my breasts, and I’ve never had much of a problem with my body, other than the insecurities I had in high school and last year, but right now…
I feel like covering up. I’m also the only one who’s naked.
That’s when I realize, I took my pants off before going to bed. I’m only in my boy shorts now.
“Look at you,” my roommate whispers, and strolls his stare upward. “Fucking beautiful.”
His words wash over me, and his lips twitch at my whimper.
In a flash, Levi’s mouth is sucking on my left nipple aggressively, biting it, then soothing the slight pain.
The yelp I let out morphs into a moan that grows louder and louder as he switches between the two, sending every sensitive sensation down to my center.
As if reading my mind, he climbs down, licking and sucking my skin until he’s hovering over my pussy.
His gaze shoots up as his tongue slides up over my underwear and hits my clit, making my mouth open.
The feeling is so intense, I’m barely capable of making a sound.
“You’ve been so patient.” Levi’s voice deepens as his fingers grab the top of my boy shorts. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue and make you scream.”
“Finally.” He chuckles at my comment and pulls my underwear off aggressively. He wastes no time as he sticks his tongue into me, just as promised. “Oh my God.”
His head shoots up. “That better not be the name you scream when you come.”
My eyes narrow the second he stops. This time, he slowly passes his tongue over my clit, and I see stars. “Levi, that feels amazing.”
He hums his approval. “Good girl.” The two words cause me to shut my legs, making me want more friction. Levi pushes them back open. “Keep them there and let me taste all of you properly.”
“Mhm.” His tongue continues the slow strokes. When he moves faster, I shake my head, protesting, and he understands that’s not what I need.
He slows down again, and now I’m getting close.
I begin to shake and pull his head forward.
I’m practically rubbing myself all over him, and he moans and growls in approval as my sounds grow louder and louder.
My legs remain open as instructed until Levi shoves two fingers harshly into me and I detonate, screaming his name loud enough for everyone on the block to hear.
The feeling claims me and I swear that I almost pass out.
I’m shaking, and my orgasm continues for what feels like forever as Levi’s fingers fuck me slowly.
This is nothing like it ever was with my ex. Ever.
Coming back down to reality, I no longer feel his fingers.
Instead, he’s kissing my neck and whispering words of affirmation.
“You’re such a good fucking girl. You taste so good.
You sound so pretty when you scream my name.
” I’m sure I miss a word or two, but I don’t care.
The ones I catch wash over me, making me smile.
Now I’m relaxed, yet oddly alert. It occurs to me that I haven’t made him come yet.
I grab him over his sweatpants and move my hand up, rubbing him. Levi hisses. “Fuck.”
“I want you in my mouth.”
His eyes widen. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
I tilt my head, confused. I offered a man head, and he’s saying no? “Why not?”
He swallows so harshly, I hear it. “I’m um…different down there.”
My nose scrunches up, even more confused and slightly scared. “Spit it out, Levi. I want you inside my damn mouth.”
His chest moves heavily, and I see the desire and need in his eyes. Dragging my hand one more time over him, he growls like an animal and says the last thing I expected.
“I got my dick pierced four years ago.”