Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
STEVIE
Opening the door to the apartment, I find Levi standing over the counter, picking at what seems to be a takeout box.
He barely looks my way when he greets me.
“What are you eating?” I ask, attempting to start some sort of conversation.
Levi picks up a fork of what seems to be flat noodles. “Thai food.” He points to the fridge. “I didn’t know if you were going to eat with Brad or not, but just in case, I got you some vegetable yellow curry.”
Of course he did.
Levi continues to look down, and I want to yell, “Look at me!” and “I like you.” But instead of doing that, I blurt out the other truth.
“Brad and I kissed.”
Levi halts all sorts of movements and remains silent for what seems like an eternity.
“I take it, the date went well then.”
He marches to the garbage and dumps his container aggressively. Why did I have to say it like that? More importantly, why is it bothering him?
“That didn’t come out right—”
“You guys didn’t kiss then?” He takes out a bottle of water and slams the cabinet door shut, making me jump.
What the hell? “We did but—”
“Was it better than ours?”
My head rears back at his question, and I open my mouth, but no words come out. Everything is happening too quickly. I wanted to tell him how I felt about him, but he’s not giving me time to.
Levi looks me straight in the eye. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He shakes his head, still not looking my way, and reaches for the handle of his bedroom door. No, he doesn’t get to walk away from this.
“Why the hell do you even care?”
“Because I like you!” he yells so loudly it echoes off the walls, and everything in me stops. Levi’s breaths are heavy as he speaks. “I’ve liked you for fucking weeks. I haven’t been able to get you off my damn mind, and tasting you, tasting all of you, made it so much worse.”
His words alone make me want to march over and kiss him. Somehow, I manage to control myself. I need to know why he lied.
“Then why didn’t you try to stop me from going on this date? Why did you say you were fine with it?”
Levi paces. “Because I thought he was who you wanted! You deserved more than what I was giving you, and he liked you. I could see it. And that kiss tonight proves that I was right.” He slams his hand against the breakfast nook.
“Fuck, I was going to tell you how I felt, but not like this. This is all wrong.”
Angry tears well in my eyes. “I was going to tell you how much I liked you last night, you idiot.”
Levi looks up wide-eyed. “You were?”
I bite my lip to keep my emotions at bay. “Yeah, I was.” He smiles. “And then I said yes to Brad partly out of pettiness and because I wanted to see how it felt to kiss someone else. I needed to see if what I was feeling for you was real or not.”
His smile disappears, replaced with jealousy and nerves. The jealousy thing isn’t entirely new, but it never counted with Andrew. My ex is an ass, and it always felt like he was protecting me rather than being jealous. This time it’s anger and envy. It’s kinda hot.
“And?”
I shake my head, frustrated at him and also at my need for him. “Neither one of us felt a thing. It was nothing like kissing you.” Looking down, I let out a humorless laugh. “That’s what I was trying to tell you before you went all caveman on me and—”
I cease speaking when Levi suddenly rushes to me. His eyes are tearing into my soul, looking desperate and tortured. And in a matter of a second, his lips find mine. I’m hesitant at first, being caught by surprise.
Once he takes me into his arms and wraps himself around me, my purse falls, and I grab him tightly.
He wastes no time in deepening the kiss, our tongues tangle together, and I moan so loudly it elicits a groan from him.
Anytime this man kisses me, the world around us ceases to exist. He’s expressing all his previous words into this kiss, and I feel it from the top of my head down to my toes.
It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt with anyone before.
He takes my ass into his hands and lifts me until my legs are wrapped around his waist. My skirt rises and my center is almost against his length, but the fabric is too tight to touch it.
Levi lets out a groan of frustration and brings me to his bedroom, where he slams me against the wall, his hand behind my head protecting me from harm.
The sweet gesture mixed with his primal need for me turns me on even more, and I feel as though I’m about to come from his touch alone.
Moving my hips, I silently beg for him to take me here, on the bed, on the floor, I don’t give a shit, as long as he gets inside of me tonight.
His hands squeeze my ass tighter as he licks my top lip and pulls away.
His dark blue eyes bore into me. “I hate that that fucker’s lips touched yours.
” He passes his thumb against my bottom lip, and his confession elicits a wave of pleasure in me like no other.
It squeezes my heart and turns me on all at the same time.
“I’m going to spend all of tonight erasing that memory.
” He kisses my neck. “I’m going to kiss you everywhere, Stevie.
I’m going to fucking worship you and make you come again and again.
You don’t deserve anything less than that, you never did. ”
“Levi, please.” I feel as though I’m about to cry. “Please tell me you’re going to fuck me tonight. I’ll literally die if you say no.”
He chuckles. “We can’t have that now, can we?”
LEVI
Stevie pants against my lips. “Thank God.”
I laugh and carry her over to the bed. There’s a part of me that wants to take my sweet time doing what it is I want, but I can’t control myself around this woman.
This amazing, beautiful fucking woman who likes me as much as I like her and, unlike me, wasn’t a pussy to admit it.
If I had waited another minute yesterday, one more damn minute, I would’ve known that.
None of that matters now. It won’t happen again. Right now, she’s in my bed, begging me for my touch and cock, not Brad’s, not any other man’s. And I’m going to give her everything: every kiss, every lick, every bite, every. Fucking. Inch.
Sitting up, I tell my dick to calm down.
Stevie looks up at me with those green eyes surrounded by eyeshadow and eyeliner that makes them look lighter than usual.
Her breathing is as loud and intense as mine, making her tits move, but I keep myself from ripping all her clothes off.
This is our first time, I want to make it last.
My dick, which is currently as hard as a rock, cries at what I’m about to do.
I rise from the bed and take a couple of steps back.
“Get up,” I demand, gently.
She cocks her head but does as she’s told. She always does.
Stevie’s hair, which was formerly in perfect curls, is now frizzy, making her look all the more beautiful.
I move my chin upward. “Take your stockings off.” Her outfit is driving me insane, and she looks sexy as hell, but right now I want her bare in front of me, and those stockings that cover her from her waist to her toes are a nuisance.
My roommate hesitates and slowly raises her skirt. In a second, I catch a glimpse of something that leaves me stunned as fuck.
“You’re not wearing any underwear,” I state with my throat dry. She’s completely bare, completely shaven except for a small patch in the center, and now I’m wondering what she was thinking about doing with Brad.
She freezes. “Um, yeah. It was more comfortable—”
I take a step forward and shush her with a finger.
“Did you do this for Brad?” Stevie shakes her head with a panicked look in her eyes.
“Did you want him to put his hand underneath this tiny skirt so he could touch your wet pussy and make you come in front of everyone around you?” I slide my hand under her skirt, making my way up, feeling the smoothness of the stockings, and stop at the apex of her thighs.
The jealousy I feel toward this situation isn’t healthy, yet I couldn’t give a shit.
Even though I know Stevie is telling the truth, I can’t help the need to claim her as mine.
She moans in response and shakes her head again.
She seems to like the angry and jealous side of me.
I can’t imagine how wet she is right now.
“Did you want him to bend you over in his car, rip them off, and fuck you from behind?” The image of us doing that crosses my mind, and it takes all my goddamn strength not to do it.
Stevie shakes her head again, and I throw her on the mattress.
Conveniently, her skirt has buttons on the front, and I take advantage, ripping them open and throwing the piece of clothing over my shoulder.
Next, I tear her sheer black pantyhose right down the middle, leaving her pussy completely bare for me.
I’m not thinking straight. This primal need that I’ve only ever had with one partner before takes over, and Stevie seems to love it.
She’s writhing and begging for me to touch her, so I do just that.
I hover over her and kiss her roughly, touching her clit gently and sticking a finger inside of her. Another surge of jealousy flares through me at what I find.
She’s fucking soaked. “You better have been this wet for only me.” She whimpers and moves her hips. I stop her with my hand. “Tell me who made you this wet.” I bite her lip.
Her eyebrows turn inward as I move one finger. “You,” she gasps, and I groan. We kiss again, and I allow her to use my hand as she fucks herself with my finger, making my cock twitch.
Stevie breaks our kiss and takes my face into her palms. “Levi?”
“Yeah?” I grit out, knowing what she’s about to say.
I curl my finger, hitting that spot I’ve learned she likes. She moans as she says, “Fuck me, please.”
Kissing her, I whisper, “Only because you said please.”
Quickly, I take her vest, shirt, and bra off. Jesus, this outfit might have looked great, but it’s a pain in the ass for this kind of situation. She takes my shirt off and lowers my pants as much as she can. I need to be inside her now.
I sit up, looking for a condom, when I feel her hand on my arm.
Stevie looks at me with messy hair and makeup, shaking her head no.
The fuck does she mean no?
“I’m on the shot, and I went to the doctor after finding out about Andrew.” His name alone ticks me off. “I want to feel all of you.”
“Fuck, Stevie.” I close my eyes. I’m clean too, and I trust her, of course I trust her, but it’s been so long since I’ve done that.
She also seems to have forgotten one thing.
I look down, and she follows my line of sight to the piercing.
I know it won’t hurt either one of us, but she needs to be ready.
“Are you sure?”
She nods, looking determined. “I might’ve done some research this weekend.” Her face flushes. “I’m ready.”
I can’t help the laugh that comes out. “Of course you did.” Stevie smiles, and we take a moment to look at each other.
I explore every inch of her face, and she seems to do the same.
My chest constricts the tiniest bit, and I ignore the feeling.
Now is not the time for that. I like her, a hell of a lot, but we need to take that side of things slow.
Stevie takes me in her hand, and I suck in a breath through my teeth, cursing. I line myself up and keep my eyes on hers as I push forward. Our mouths are wide open until I thrust myself in and I growl while she moans so loudly, I’m sure it was heard blocks away from the apartment.
“I told you it’d fit,” I whisper, reminding her of her comments from days ago. She moans again. “You okay?” I ask through gritted teeth, trying my fucking patience.
“Yes.” She bites her lip. “Don’t stop.” She emphasizes the point by clenching around me.
“Fuck, baby.” Needing to feel that again, I pull out of her. She looks at me, confused, till I slam my dick into her in one hard thrust. Her scream is loud and sexy. It ends with a light moan, and I kiss her neck. “You’re taking me so well, Stevie.”
She whimpers in return, and I move my hips at a steady rate, ripping her stockings wider. Stevie makes sounds that I’ve never heard before, and she’s so fucking wet I can feel it getting everywhere. I’m not going to last, I have to slow down.
Taking her hands, I pin them above her head and suck one of her nipples. Her back arches as she begs me to move faster.
“Shhh. You want to be a good girl, don’t you, baby?”
I lick over her other nipple lightly and nibble on it, which I’m sure turns me on more than it does her.
She clenches again, and I hiss. I know that the sensation is heightened for her as it is for me because of my piercing.
I’m used to it, but this is her first time, and even if it isn’t mine, with her it feels different, better.
“Yes,” she whispers.
My mouth moves to her other tit, and I continue to move inside of her slowly. “Say it.” I’ve been dying to hear those fucking words from her. “Say what you want to be.”
She obeys. “I want to be a good girl.”
When I peer up, her face turns slightly pink. Still so shy.
I grin against her chest before moving back up and kissing her deeply, but only for a couple of seconds. “Look at me.” Her eyes fly open. “Whose good girl do you want to be?” I emphasize the question with a hard thrust.
A scream tears out of her. “Yours. I want to be yours. I am yours.”
Her words make me halt all movement. That was wildly fucking different than what I asked, and yet it feels right. I’m not sure if what I say next is my dick talking or not, but I blurt out, “Then be mine.”
Stevie observes me for a moment, wondering whether I’m being serious, which I am. As soon as she’s sure, she nods and smiles. “I’m yours.”
Our mouths meet again, and those two words repeat in my head in her beautiful voice. My fingers meet her clit, moving it slowly as I fuck her faster, my cock waiting for her to come first. Stevie doesn’t take her eyes off mine as we grunt and moan.
“You’re mine,” I state as a fact.
Her pussy clamps around my dick. “I’m yours,” she screams as she comes. It takes me two more thrusts before I follow and do the same inside of her.
Letting go of her arms, I kiss her, and we finally come down from our high. She moans one more time as she shivers, her orgasm ending.
I kiss her neck and forehead as I thrust slowly, finishing my orgasm.
Stevie laughs when I hit her ticklish spot, and it makes me chuckle in return.
She clears her throat. “Levi?”
My lips continue to move against her cheek, wanting her to feel cared for and appreciated. “Stevie.”
“Does this mean you’re my boyfriend?”