Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
LEVI
Stevie looks at me with wide green eyes. Fuck, she’s beautiful, even when she’s speechless. I wait for her to say something. She’s been so patient with me tonight, it’s only fair I do the same. If I were her, I probably would’ve slapped me with the way I acted like a fucking child earlier.
“What kind of piercing?” She blinks and looks down curiously.
Stevie is inexperienced but brave as hell.
Still, it scares the shit out of me to do too much so soon.
It’s extremely rare to find someone our age who isn’t nervous about the piercing or things I want to do.
Some former partners have run. I swear, they put their clothes back on and run out of my apartment thinking it would get caught in their pussy or asshole.
Yes, it’s a possibility, but a very rare one.
Clearing my throat, I lay beside her with an elbow propped up, her tits on full display causing my dick to twitch. She doesn’t know it, but when she came, it took all of my self-control not to fuck her till she begged me to stop.
“Levi?” I look back up at Stevie and find a small smile on her lips.
I gotta stop thinking with my dick. This is Stevie, someone I like, although I haven’t said those exact words yet. I’m not ready.
“It’s called a Prince Albert—”
“A regular, reverse, or deep shaft?”
What. The. Fuck? How did she know that? Andrew couldn’t have had one, no fucking way. He’s too vanilla and too much of a pussy.
Stevie giggles. “Jeez, Levi. Stop treating me as if I haven’t been having sex for over three years, watching kinky porn, or using Google to look shit up.”
I should have given her more credit, she’s constantly surprising me.
Smirking, I tell her what’s on my mind. “I’m sorry for treating you that way.
I’m just nervous as fuck that I’ll los—” I stop myself, knowing it’s too much of a serious word.
“That I’ll make you overly nervous.” One of her eyebrows shoots up, knowing that wasn’t what I was going to say, but she lets it go.
“And to answer your question, it’s a regular Prince Albert. ”
Her eyes stare intensely into mine, and I know the mention of it is turning her on.
She goes from lying on her back to facing me, causing her tits to press against one another. Fucking hell.
“What shape?”
I’m going to come in my pants from this conversation alone.
My voice is tight when I answer. “Captive bead ring.”
“Why that shape? Was it worth the pain?” Her hand captures my jaw, and she rubs a finger over the sensitive spot she’s gotten to know.
Stevie’s going to make me say it. “Yes, it was worth the pain. The sensation for my partners and me heightened after it, and the shape is the safest and most pleasurable.”
She bites her lip and looks at my cock that’s throbbing under my pants. “I want to see it.”
“Stevie…” I warn her. “I’m barely holding on by a thread here.” I’ve been edging myself all day. I never asked her for anything in return, and I never expected it. My priority is to please the person I’m with over myself.
“I’m not going to run,” she assures me.
Doing a quick assessment of her face, I see the truth written all over her delicate features.
“Okay,” I huff out. “But you pull them down.”
Her eyes light up as if I’ve just given her a car. I stifle a laugh, and every rational thought leaves me instantly when I feel her. I clench my jaw and close my eyes as her slender hand tugs my pants down, only showing the tip where my silver piercing pops out.
She lets out a small gasp, and my gaze shoots down, making sure she isn’t about to change her mind. What I find is the opposite. Her stare grows hungry, and she ever so slowly pulls the rest of my sweats down till they’re around my knees.
Stevie studies my dick as it twitches at the thought of her mouth around it. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to take that entire thing inside of my mouth.”
Suppressing another laugh, I tell her, “You’ll figure it out.”
She snorts. “I don’t have much of a gag reflex, so I think that should help.” Her shoulders lift.
“Fuuucckk.” I run my hands down my face, a drop of precum dripping down my cock. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
Her lips curve upward, and she lowers herself, studying the piercing. It takes all my motherfucking strength not to grab a fistful of her hair and push her mouth down.
My fists clench as Stevie’s tongue darts out, licking my tip next to the metal that’s inside my dick.
“Holy shit.”
Her mouth opens, and she takes the top in, swirling her tongue around the sensitive spot between the head and shaft, causing me to clutch the sheets and shake. Fuck, I can’t come yet.
“Is that okay?” she asks shyly. Her look has switched from cocky to vulnerable, it makes something in me ache. I know the asshole she used to be with probably told her otherwise, as another way to make her feel bad. To control her.
I stroke her cheek. “It’s perfect.”
Stevie shivers at my words, and I know I said exactly what both of us needed to hear.
After that, any hesitation she had flies out the fucking door.
Her lips wrap around me, and her throat bobs, her tongue swirling, her hand wrapping around my shaft.
I groan at the feeling. My piercing moves around, only making everything more intense, and she looks so fucking amazing. There’s only one problem.
“Eyes on me,” I demand.
They fly open and she takes me in farther, moaning around me.
I’m surprised I’ve managed to hold on this long.
Her tits mimic the movement of her mouth, and fuck, I want to make her come again.
“Keep going like that.” Her eyebrows turn inward as she whimpers.
I know what she wants me to say. “You want to be a good girl for me?” She nods emphatically.
“Then ride my face while you suck my dick.”
Stevie takes me out of her mouth, and I groan at the loss of it. “I’ve never sixty-nined before.”
I raise a brow and smile proudly that I get to be her first. “Be a good girl for me and put your pussy on my mouth while you suck my cock like you were before. Make me come while I make you do the same, again.”
She doesn’t hesitate this time. Her clit is on my tongue in a matter of seconds as she mewls around my cock, and I groan, fucking her mouth at the same speed that I’m using my fingers to make her come.
I’m on the damn edge, but I’m waiting for her.
Knowing that she likes a slower rhythm around her clit, I lick her leisurely, and she begins to tighten.
Her sounds grow louder as she keeps taking me in like the champ she is. “Come with me,” I grunt.
Stevie grazes my balls, and I’m entirely at her mercy as we both go over the cliff together. Her screams are muffled by my dick as my moans run through her pussy. The sensation starts at my toes, spreading to my groin and up my back.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Stevie doesn’t say a word as she swallows every drop of my cum. When I know she’s settled down, I push her off me and bring her mouth to mine. Our tastes mix, and if we continue to do this, I’ll get hard again.
I pull her messy, wavy hair back, and her eyes are glossy as she tears up. Shit. My entire body stiffens. “Are you hurt?”
She shakes her head. “No, that was…was…it’s been the first time since last spring,” she chokes out.
Since her diagnosis. Holy fuck. I would’ve taken it slower if I’d known.
Stevie takes my face between her hands. “It was amazing. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”
Breathing in a sigh of relief, I kiss her forehead.
This woman needs some aftercare and sleep.
“Come here.” I place her on my side and put my arm under her.
She lays her head on my chest, which is now rich with sweat but covered by my shirt.
“Thank you for letting me be the first to give you this since then. You’re such a good girl, Bambi.
” A small sob leaves her. “I know, baby.” I can’t stop calling her that.
I know that this is a vulnerable time for her, and I want to reassure her that it’s okay to be vulnerable with me. “I’m going to get you some water.”
Her head moves. “No, don’t leave. I have a bottle on my night table.”
Looking above her head, I see the bottle and lean over, making sure I don’t crush her, and open it. “Drink.” Stevie obliges and gulps half of it down.
“Levi?”
“Yeah, Bambi?”
“I don’t think we can go back to being just friends anymore.” She sighs.
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I close my eyes and run a hand through my hair.
“I don’t think we were ever just friends, Stevie.
” Kissing her on the head, I pull the blanket over us, and we remain in the same position till we’re both fast asleep.
When I open my eyes, the side of her bed is empty with a note resting on her pillow.
Had to go to rehearsals with Brad. Thank you for last night, Hotshot. And don’t think it means you’re free of helping me with my final item on the list.
Xoxo,
Stevie aka Bambi aka baby ;)