Chapter 12 #2
“Now, where were we before you so rudely interrupted us last time?”
Surprisingly, while Levi crawls toward me, there’s no voice in my head asking me what the fuck we’re doing. Instead, excitement brims. The way he gazes at me, it feels like before.
At the moment, Levi just looks like a man who wants what he wants. His eyes feast all over me. Well, the parts of me that I’ll let him see. The voice inside that wanted him before shouts in glee. Mission accomplished. Levi, on his knees for me. Literally.
“God damn,” he says, so close his breath fans against my exposed skin, making pleasure pool low in my belly.
It’s sort of a relief. I had a healthy relationship with my sex toys pre-fire, but after, I haven’t been in the mood, nor would I know if I still have sex toys.
They were probably all burned up. Hopefully unrecognizable—
“What are you thinking about?” Levi asks, his voice husky.
I focus on him. That cut jaw is enough to excite anyone.
His lips pull up. “You had a cute pinch in the middle of your forehead.” He reaches out, placing his pointer finger above the bridge of my nose. It’s the first time he’s touched me.
I swallow. “You don’t want to know.”
“I absolutely do.”
“I was wondering if the firemen saw my sex toys after the fire.”
He cocks his head. “I’m a little turned on and a little insulted. Insulted because you’re thinking about sex toys while my tongue is this close to your pussy.”
“There was a whole thought process,” I say, my breaths deepening as he moves closer to exactly where I want him.
“Tell me,” he all but moans, hovering.
“I was thinking—”
He places his hands under my ass and yanks me closer. I nearly squeal.
“Go on.”
“I was thinking that I was actually turned on, and I haven’t been in a while.”
He starts feathering touches everywhere around my pussy. “Which lead you to sex toys?”
“I had some,” I admit. “Then I wondered if the firemen had found them and how embarrassing that would be. Like there’s nothing left of anything, except my stash of sex toys in the drawer by my bed?” A laugh escapes, and then another.
Levi turns his attention toward me, the biggest grin on his face, showing off his perfect teeth. God-like looks. “Do you usually laugh during intimate moments?”
“I prefer to laugh through everything,” I admit, and my own words hit me hard. That used to be true about me. Always quick with a joke or some comedic remark. It’s something I haven’t been doing too much lately…until recently. Until very recently. Like the old me is coming back.
Levi looks toward the ceiling. “I pray this woman does not give me a complex.”
There are so many comments I could make about that, but Levi gets serious. “Prepare to be amazed. They don’t call me Big Dick Levi for nothing.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing if you’re as good as you think you are.”
“Baby, I’m better.”
The laughter in my throat dissolves into a moan as he licks up my center.
He unties the knot in my robe and then fans out the sides.
Air hits my breasts, peaking my nipples.
He moans into my clit, the sound vibrating through me.
Aw, hell. I fist the sheets, torn between wanting to lie back and enjoy it and needing to see every little thing of what Levi does to me.
This is only the hottest man I’ve ever met sandwiched between my thighs.
I suppose I should thank my manifesting skills. Though, the universe had a funny way of bringing me here.
Levi’s movements are so slow, tantalizing. I’ve always been with men who just went straight in and got the job done, but he’s taking his time, like he’s committing me to memory. A swirl there. A kiss along my folds. Sucking my clit briefly until I’m writhing on the bed.
“Fuck, Tab. You’re perfect.”
My body jolts at the drag of his tongue. He’s edging me, and I admit, it’s fucking amazing. Aggravating, but amazing. He leans back and then sucks on a different area, like he’s choosing items from a menu. He stays there so long, teasing me, that I start to move against him.
He pulls back.
“I’m about to start humping the bed. Fuck me.”
His gaze flicks up. Pupils dilated, his irises are a swirl of emotion. This encounter feels more like an experience. I can come quick with oral, but this isn’t that. Maybe this Big Dick Levi is right about his skills.
“I’d like to see if the nickname holds up,” I breathe, staring at the large tent in his jeans. “Plus, you look like you could use a little more room for him.”
Levi smirks, then rises to his knees. He lifts his shirt, giving me a shot of his tight abdomen, and I squeeze my legs together. Next, he unbuttons his pants like he’s Magic Mike in the flesh, every action deliberate and meant to get my blood flowing.
He teases his boxers down the head of his cock, leaving just the silk tip visible before he reaches inside, adjusts, strokes his length. Then teases again. I’ve never been to a male show, but this is making me want to. You can’t tell me there’s hotter guys than Levi Soucy there, though.
My breath hitches as he lowers his boxers another inch. Thick veins, smooth skin. My next breath of air catches—
No. No, no—
I cough. The sound wretches from me like I’ve smoked three packs a day since I was nine. I reach over on the nightstand and grab a tissue, holding it to my mouth, squeezing my eyes closed. This is about as unsexy as it gets. Levi is giving me a strip tease, and I’m coughing up char.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I’m still coughing, so I raise my pointer finger and hope beyond hope that I settle soon and that the mood will still be there when I do.
Once it passes and I’m able to breathe regularly again, I roll onto my back. Levi is on me in a second, his arms caging me to the mattress. “Are you okay?”
The concern etched in his eyes makes me feel a little better. “I’m fine,” I croak. “Sorry, the coughing fits come out of nowhere sometimes.”
He brings his fingers up, catching the tears on my cheeks and flicking them away. His open jeans rub against my stomach.
I grip them. “It’s no big deal.”
“You know what is a big deal?” he asks, levity in his voice, and I just know something smartass and sexual is about to come out of his mouth.
He lifts to his knees again, his boxers still where I remember them as he reaches inside, giving himself a nice, slow tug.
Levi teases me some more, stroking himself under his boxers, revealing his cock inches at a time. When he finally finishes, I’m shocked. He kept going and going.
Clearly, he’s proud of his cock. Honestly, I am, too. I don’t say that, though. Instead, I say, “No piercings? I would’ve sworn you were the type to have piercings.”
He stops mid-stroke. “You like piercings?”
“I’ve actually never felt one before,” I admit.
His shoulders sag in relief, the first sign of whatever the opposite is of extreme cockiness.
It doesn’t last long, though. He stays on his knees, stroking his dick slowly while gazing at me.
It spurs me to move, dragging my hands up my thighs, around my pussy, then across my rib cage to my breasts.
He likes that. Most guys do.
I circle my nipples until they’re nice and hard again. It’s getting warm in this robe, but there’s no way I’m taking it off. If the coughing was unsexy, my scars will be even more so. Like this, I can still pretend.
Levi lowers again, pushing his jeans and boxers off. “Don’t blame me if I soil these sheets.”
He starts where he left off. Licking, sucking.
He’s like a food critic, testing, tasting, figuring out how he’s going to write his review.
It’s an otherworldly experience. I’ve been with guys who were good at it, but none who took their time and enjoyed it.
Through it all, I watch him work me up. Lids fluttering, his tongue darting out to savor me. His hips grinding into the bed.
My body starts to shake. All the adrenaline and pleasure catching up to me. I pray I don’t get into another coughing fit as my breaths come quicker, panting. “Levi…”
“Fuck. I like it when you say my name.”
The torturously slow movements keep me on the precipice, bring new definition to the word edging.
I’m in an almost otherworldly state, living for his next touch, heightened in every way, so turned on I don’t know what to do with myself.
My hands fist the sheets, then travel up my ribs, then press firmly into the mattress, giving me leverage so I can squirm against him.
“Just take it,” he breathes.
“Levi,” I start to chant in a voice I don’t even recognize. It almost feels like I’m floating.
“Take it, Tab. Take it.”
I force my hips to stay still, giving Levi all the power.
His slow circles over my clit almost hurt, but at the same time, it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever fucking felt.
He reaches up, placing a hand over my mouth, and just that slight shift has me orgasming.
If that’s what this is. It feels like a pleasure bomb went off, sending me in long aftershocks of the absolute best sex euphoria I’ve ever experienced.
It’s such an experience that when they stop, it feels like I come to. I have to remind myself that I’m in my bed and Levi Soucy is grinning over me with the cockiest smile.
“Holy fuck.”
“You were gettin’ a little loud there, money bags.”
“I think I transcended.”
His grin unbelievably widens. “I’ll take that critique.”
“I don’t even know what to do with myself.”
“Good thing I know what to do with you.”
The look he gives me promises so many things. Things I can’t wait to experience, but a knock sounds on my door. My eyes widen. “Shit. She’s still here. What time is it? She probably has my evening pills.”
“Where do you want me, gorgeous?”
I scramble out of bed. “Behind the door.”
I shoo him that way, then pull my robe tight on my approach. I softly unlock the door, hoping Raeann didn’t notice I had it locked because that would probably set off alarm bells, and then I whisk open the door. “Hey.”