Chapter 22
Tessa
He owned a fucking penthouse…
Even while trying to escape and disconnect from a world of the upscale and materialistic, I find myself right back where I started. Only this time, the company was far more… stimulating.
The sudden name change threw me off, but I wasn’t about to question whatever he wanted me to call him. Not when he felt this right and knew how to make me come harder than I ever believed possible. Hell, I’d cross a line and call him Daddy if he made it worth my while—an idea for another time…
If Levi wanted to be referred to as Lucas for tonight, then who was I to question his motive? He was still the same mind-melting man.
The second we stepped through the front door, I began peeling my clothes away, piece by tiny piece, sensually dropping them to the floor as I turned a corner and strolled down the long hall, stepping into the first bedroom that caught my attention.
The penthouse was dark, aside from the moonlight and light pollution from The Strip that shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, providing just enough visibility to see where I was heading and to prevent me from walking face-first into a wall.
“Not that one,” Levi spoke with a low purr as he wrapped his arms around my waist and dragged me backward, through the opposite doorway.
He pressed his face into the crook of my neck, and I giggled, wrapping my arms over his and letting him playfully whisk me away.
“That room is for another day and another time, but not tonight.”
“Let me guess, it’s your version of a red room? Trying to be like all the other billionaires portrayed in movies, all kinky and domineering?” I mockingly rolled my eyes with a huffed laugh, praying to god that I was wrong in my blind assumption.
Levi dropped me on the edge of his massive bed, and I relaxed, looking up at him while fully exposed as he shrugged off the blazer and tossed it aside before pulling his white T-shirt over his head.
“I don’t need toys or equipment to make those pretty eyes roll to the back of your head.
But you—” He took hold of my wrists, binding them together with his shirt, before securing it into a tight knot.
The execution wasn’t perfect by any means, but it still turned me on all the same.
“I’ll bet you like it hard and rough with the way you enjoy biting while getting off. ”
And this man had just found my biggest fetish.
Most, if not all, of my previous flings hated it when I bit them, stating it was rude, psychotic, or even going as far as fucked up.
But there was something in delivering pain that gave excitement to my pleasure, which no one seemed to grasp, until I met him.
“Or I’m a vampire and simply prefer a side of blood with my orgasms.” I hummed with a shrug while repositioning myself, pushing up onto my knees so I could loop my arms around the back of his neck, pulling his face to meet mine.
It felt good to finally have the courage to submit myself to the unknown, well aware that his expectation of me was just that—me, true to my core, unfiltered, unadulterated, and maybe, slightly unhinged.
I mean, he still hadn’t spoken a word about the alley situation or even tried to bring it up—not that I actively wanted to participate in that discussion anytime soon…
If this was what pure and intimate freedom with someone felt like, then I never wanted to return to Malibu, at least not without him.
“Then go ahead and suck me dry, baby, because I brought you here for a good fucking time, and this night’s not over until you’re entirely spent and passed out in my sheets.
” Levi unfastened his jeans and dropped them to the floor before gripping my thighs from behind and spreading them as he pulled me right up against his hard abs.
Climbing into bed on his knees, Levi carried me to the center of the mattress before lifting my arms over his head and dropping me with a light bounce.
He then tore off the final piece of clothing that separated us: his form-fitting, bright red boxers with the word ‘Temptations’ printed in bold white lettering across the black band.
Looking down between us, our bodies on full display, I managed to catch a peek at his piercing as it reflected off the moonlight bleeding in from the hall, never having seen it before, only knowing what it felt like against my palm when he held it behind my back.
Levi licked his lips as he leaned forward to hover over me, sinking his hips low to meet mine as he grazed his hard cock against my clit right before lining it up with my wet, starved cunt.
I bucked my hips forward, begging for him to enter, to feel his hard, thick length stretching my walls and making me feel whole.
The first time didn’t feel like just sex, contrary to my bent-over position, and I had a good feeling that tonight wouldn’t either. Levi could be as rough as he wanted with me, but there was something in the way he handled my body that was more—so much more.
Were we moving too fast? Probably.
Did I care? No. Not in the slightest.
Because I had already wasted so much of my time, life, and energy on nothing, to consider slowing down for something.
“You want this, princess?” Levi teased, and I felt my pussy tighten at the nickname. The same one he’d called me at the theater.
I swallowed a dry lump in my throat, nodding urgently as if I would burst out of my skin if I didn’t have him in me right this very second. I was too wound up, aching for his cock.
“Please, Lucas. I need this.” I moaned my plea as I lifted my hips, feeling the cool steel of his piercing dipping into me. “I’ve needed you for so fucking long…”
Levi lowered his face to bite the side of my neck as he plunged himself between my thighs, and I gasped in euphoric bliss.
With my arms pinned firmly above my head, he fucked away every doubt I had left in my mind, every toxic thought I’d held up until now.
I wouldn’t voice it out loud, not yet, but I was irrevocably his.
He owned me whether he knew it or not. I never wanted someone as badly as I wanted—needed him, and if that made me weak, then I was as fragile and delicate as a loose flower petal falling into his hand.
Framing himself over me with his palms pressed firmly on either side of my head, my gaze slowly lowered to his lips, the contour of his chest, his taught abs, before fixating on his dick, mesmerized as I watched it pump in and out between my legs.
“You like the sight of my cock fucking you, princess?” Startled by the sound of his voice, a low, rough growl, my eyes snapped up from where they were fixated, catching his sly smirk of enjoyment.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account. Keep staring.
Watch me make you come all over it before I flip you onto your stomach and get a good view for myself with that pretty ass up in the air.
” Why was his filthy mouth such a fucking turn-on?
“Come on, come for me, baby. I can feel these walls squeezing like they’re about to give way. ”
I dropped my gaze once more as he picked up the pace, slamming his full length into me. I dug my nails deep into my palms, my body tensing, eyes closing, and head falling back as I felt my orgasm being ripped from within me, a cooling sensation dripping down between my heated thighs.
“That’s my good fucking girl, look at you, responding so well to such a small request.” He chuckled, pulling out and doing exactly as he’d said he would, flipping me onto my stomach and smacking my ass in the process as I worked to catch my breath.
Using two fingers, he glided them along the cold trail of cum, collecting as much as he could before pushing it back into me.
“Just a taste before I claim this pussy as mine.”
“Holy fuck,” I cried out, my voice trembling into the sheets as I felt the rough surface of his tongue slowly drag its way from my oversensitive clit to my asshole.
“Lucas!” What the fuck, why does that feel so fucking good?
He repeated the motion one more time, dipping his tongue inside me before pulling away and sitting back on his knees.
“You should taste yourself. How delicious you are. I could turn you into my next meal replacement plan.”
I buried my face into the mattress with a whimpered moan, already hot and heavy but ready to take more. I pushed my pussy out, angling my hips, just waiting for him to fill me all over again.
I was turning into his whore, a slut for the way he brought me to my knees in submission. Levi numbed my mind, drowned out the noise, and made me feel alive. He was an addictive drug that had me hooked from the very beginning.
“Deep breath, princess. I’m about to make you mine.” If only he knew the half of it…
Levi had ruined me weeks ago. I’d been his from the moment our paths crossed.
As he sank himself into me, feeling even deeper at this angle, I let the rest of myself go, to fade into the abyss of indulgence. Crying his name into the sheets as he grunted and moaned his pleasure against my skin that now buzzed with every breathy inhale, the air tasting like sin.
Levi felt different this time, as if his dick was now ridged, massaging my G-spot with every thrust. My eyes rolled in their sockets at the new sensation as my body tensed in anticipation of my next mind-blowing orgasm.
“So close, gorgeous. Fuck, I love how tight you get right before you come undone. Squeeze me, baby, just a little bit more while I tame this sweet cunt to know exactly who it belongs to.”
The sheets buckled under the pressure of my nails. I could hear the fabric tearing as I gripped onto them even harder and yanked down with the strength of my climax, feeling it forcefully tear through my body more violently than before.
Levi slammed himself into me one last time right up until I could feel him reach my cervix, his body shuddering against mine as he came, filling me with enough cum that I felt a warm trail start sliding down my inner thigh.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulled me upright, my back pressed against his chest as he lazily rocked us, and I shut my eyes, relaxing with the languid movement, as if it were a soothing sway of lying in a hammock on a beach.
When Levi pulled out completely, he removed his shirt from my wrists before gently lowering my body onto the bed, and I curled in on myself, still riding out the aftershock of my release, squeezing my thighs together in an effort to calm it down.
As my breathing finally slowed, I sprawled out on the mattress, exhausted, dropping my head to find that Levi had returned to the bedside, holding out a full glass of water in one hand while the other held a dampened gray towel.
“Here, drink this.” His voice was soft and low.
I pushed up onto my elbows with whatever remaining strength I had to spare, accepting the water and consuming nearly half its contents in one long, drawn-out sip.
Levi chuckled with a smile as I took another, and he slid a gentle hand between my legs, pressing the towel against the apex of my thighs like a hot, soothing compress. He held it in place, applying light pressure with his palm as the throbbing started to subside.
I didn’t want to move. Losing myself to this moment where a man spent the extra effort to take care of me after fucking me raw, instead of leaving me a spent mess in his sheets.
I handed the almost empty glass back to him, fighting back my tears as I fell back onto the bed, watching as he quietly set it on the nightstand along with the towel and climbed in behind me.
Don’t cry, don’t cry… don’t fucking cry…
Levi pulled me against his warm chest, my body molding seamlessly into his, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, hoping that this wasn’t the dream I would wake up from come morning.
That my fantasy had become my reality for once.