Chapter Twenty Five All Lies #2
My fingers trace soft, absent patterns across his chest—part of it comforting him, but most of it grounding myself.
“I’m not mad that you lost your job,” I say gently.
“That’s life. What hurts is that it took two weeks for you to tell me.
I know it’s not easy for guys to talk about their feelings and stuff, but I’m not just your girlfriend—I’m your partner.
We’re a team. We have to be transparent with each other.
Communication is everything to me. We’re suppose to handle things like this together… not separately.”
His eyes soften immediately. He nods, pulling me closer like he wants the apology to land physically as much as verbally.
“I know I should’ve told you sooner. And I’m sorry, baby, I really am.
But don’t think I don’t care—because I do.
I love you too much not to try. You mean everything to me.
I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.
I promise I’ll never keep anything from you again. ”
His reassurance wrapped in devotion, hits exactly where my doubts live.
I smile faintly, pressing my forehead to his. “Then that’s all I need to hear. We’ll figure it out—together. One day at a time. But until then, just love me and be the caring boyfriend you’ve been. That’s all I want.”
“Anything for you,” he says, kissing my forehead slowly. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”
For the first time in days, I feel a flicker of hope—even if a part of me still wonders how long hope can hold us together.
He pulls me against his chest, my body falling right into place and I feel him immediately. His morning wood is already hard, pressing right up against the thin stretch of my pajama shorts. I close my eyes and let myself embrace his warmth, letting the moment wash over me.
My hand drifts down before, fingers brushing over him to find out he’s bare. Completely naked.
He must’ve taken his underwear off in the middle of the night. Because if I’d known he was lying here like this—I probably wouldn’t have made it out of the bed.
I usually sleep naked right beside him. But last night…
I couldn’t. I was too bothered, too overwhelmed, too wrapped up in all the lies.
So I kept my pajamas on like some thin barrier I hoped would keep my emotions from spilling over.
Now it feels like the only thing between us is fabric—and my own stubborn pride.
And both feel paper thin.
I shift closer, my hand trailing his cock, and he lets out a low, unrestrained sound against my mouth—half moan, half surrender. “God, I love you,” he murmurs against my lips, breath warm as he grazes my bottom lip with his tongue unable to stop himself.
Holding his thick length in my hand, I stroke him faster as his breaths pick up—rapid, but still low. My pussy throbs at the way my hand glides up and down his veiny cock while he breathes heavily into my mouth.
I slip my pajama pants down my legs and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor without a second thought.
Heat crawls up my neck as I turn around to see him standing, shoulders tense, and chest rising, fisting his hard cock.
My gaze sweeps over him, lingering where I love him the most, heat building under my skin as I drink him in.
I tilt my head, lips curling into a sinful smile. “Go on, baby… tell me how you want me.”
His smirk deepens, eyes dragging over me like he’s savoring every inch. “Come here, gorgeous. Let me show you everything I’ve been imagining doing to you.”
I feel the slickness between my thighs as I walk over to him. My pussy throbs, my breathing sharp and uneven, my body practically begging from how worked up he’s got me.
Most girls think dicks are ugly, but I find them so damn sexy, especially when they’re hard as a rock.
All I can imagine is how good it’ll feel once he’s inside me.
I stop inches from him, and his fingers close around my jaw, tilting my face up with a quiet, possessive certainty that makes my pulse jump.
“On your knees,” he breathes, eyes burning. “Squeeze those pretty ass titties together for me like a good girl.”
A whimper slips out of me, soft but impossible to hide, saliva coaxing my mouth, my body reacting on instinct alone.
I drag my hands up my torso, squeezing myself together with a slow, teasing press that earns a dark, hungry look from him—one that shoots straight to my pussy throbbing between my legs.
The spark between my legs ignites fast, my whole body coming alive under the weight of his stare.
I sink to my knees, letting him see every ounce of want written all over me. My gaze drifts up him, tasting him with my eyes, and the moment our eyes lock—I know I’m sprung over this man.
I lean in, giving him a low, teasing sweep of my tongue, before he grabs the back of my head and drives forward, taking control so abruptly my eyes water. He shoves himself so far down my throat, the air leaves my lungs.
My mouth stretches around him, a raw, involuntary sound escaping me, my eyes blur, my body scrambling to keep up with how rough he is.
“Fuck,” he snarls, head hitting the wall as his grip tightens in my hair. “Take it. Fuck yes, just like that baby.”
Sliding out of my mouth, he bends his knees slightly before pushing himself between my breasts. He lets me lead, sliding my breasts up and down his cock while pinches both my nipples, tugging harder on my pierced one.
My head falls back from the pleasure, moaning as my pussy aches, dripping with desperation. I pick up the pace, and his knees begin to buckle. The sight of him losing control is enough to make me explode right now.
He fists the back of my hair and yanks me to my feet, crushing his mouth to mine.
Heat slams through me as he pulls me tight against him, taking my breath like it belongs to him.
He slides between my thighs, rubbing the head of his dick against my sensitive clit.
The friction is almost too much—and he knows it.
He breaks the kiss abruptly, leaving me breathless and unsteady.
I stumble back, my knees giving out as I fall onto the bed, the shock of it all making my pulse spike.
But he doesn’t give me a second to recover. His hands scoop me before lowering me to the floor with the same commanding urgency that leaves my head spinning. The soft rug beneath my ass pulls out a little noise I don’t mean to make, the kind that tells him exactly how far gone I already am.
Kneeling, he spreads my legs and positions the tip of his cock at the center of my pussy.
We haven’t had sex the way we used to, and I recognize the restraint in him immediately—it’s the same hunger that’s been gnawing at me nonstop.
He pushes inside me, his hand sliding up my chest, fingers tugging at my piercing with a sharp pinch that sends my back arching.
His other hand anchors down on my shoulder, pinning me in place as he works into a slow, relentless rhythm—each thrust deep, and controlled, meant to ensure I feel every inch of him.
I throw one leg over his shoulder, opening myself to him, needing him as deep as my body will allow.
My fingers claw at his chest, dragging him even closer until every thrust sends a sharp, dizzy snap through me—restraint and desire braided so tight I can’t tell where one ends and the other starts.
My body jerks up to meet his, yearning for every inch of him.
Normally, I’d be sore by now, but I’ve been feening for this for too long.
He sinks deeper inside me, fucking me into oblivion, I tug at his hair, my body trembling as he pounds into me one final time, thrusting so hard I know I won’t be walking straight for a few days.
His groan hits my mouth like a warning, hips driving into me in one harsh, punishing jerk that makes my pussy clench around the shock of it.
His hands lock me in place, holding me through the shudder rolling through him, exhaling hot and uneven across my lips.
Lifting me effortlessly, he lays me on my back on the bed.
Spreading my legs, as he slips two fingers into my soaked pussy, dragging the wetness along his cock.
He positions himself between my thighs, spreading my ass cheeks, his fingers just inches away from the sensitive spot behind me. Within seconds he’s back inside me.
“Oh—fuck Levy!” I scream, my voice breaking. The scream that rips out of me echoing off the walls, pussy clenching from the sudden force.
He slams into me harder, the entrance of my pussy soaked, my ass cheeks spread wide. Pulling out slowly, he spits on my ass before slapping it. He rubs the slickness along my tender cheek with his thumb, before shoving it inside my ass, pushing inside me.
All my thoughts are gone—he’s the only thing I can feel. I’m so desperate, I’m practically praying to cum. He grabs hold of my breast, pinching my nipple harder, filling me perfectly like my body is truly made for him.
I let myself sink beneath him, even though a tiny part of me is still irritated—still replaying every reason we’re even in this place to begin with—the rest of me… the bigger, stubborn, lovesick part… lets my body answer him before my mind can protest.
Because even when I’m mad, he knows exactly how to make my body remember why I chose him in the first place.
It’s messy and confusing and so damn intense, and the truth sits right under my skin—I’m still in love with him.
Maybe even more now, in this tangle of frustration of want and everything else we’re still trying to figure out.
He pulls out, hands gripping my waist as he flips me onto my stomach with ease. He straddles me, pressing his weight down. My breathing slips as his lips find my neck, pushing back into me.
“Please—oh my God, yes!” A raw scream tears out of me, my voice breaking around the force of it. He yanks the covers over us and gathers me into his arms, one hand sliding around my back as my body trembles against him.
He thrusts slowly, in and out, his blue eyes piercing through mine with hunger and lust. His hips move in steady strokes, so deep a cry rips out of me every time.
“Damn, baby,” he breathes against my lips, his voice rough, breaking between each thrust. “I can’t lie… I’ve been missing this—you.”
I gasp, nails grazing down his back, the words slipping out between uneven breaths. “Don’t just talk about it, show me.”
He growls, his pace slowing though I’m aching for more. “Oh I will. I can’t get enough of this pussy—and you. No one gets you like I do… you know that right? You’re made for me, Jainey—whether you want to admit it out loud or not.”
“Is that so?” I whisper, a slow grin tugging at my lips as I look up at him. “I swear, your confidence is half the reason I fell for you in the first place.” My grin deepens, voice dropping to a soft tease. “So go on—stop talking… and show me.”
He raises a brow, a slow smirk spreading across his mouth.“Only half?” he teases, leaning in like he already knows the answer. “And what was the other half, hm?”
I grin wider, tilting my head just enough to let him feel the tease. “You really want to know?” I whisper, dragging my fingers down his arm. I shrug lightly, eyes sparkling. “The sex, duh.”
His smirk deepens, that quiet, ego-soaked satisfaction flashing in his eyes. His rhythm finds the perfect balance between love and need, every slow thrust pulling me deeper into him. Every touch feels like a confession, every kiss a promise he’s trying to keep with his body.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt love like this—not since Jacob. Back when everything was simple, when love still felt safe and new, before it started to sting. But right now, under Levy’s weight, his breath tangled with mine, I almost believe love is real again.
After a few more thrusts, he groans again, filling me up once more. I wrap my arms around his back, holding him deep inside me while he rides out his release.
It slips in my mind that we haven’t used protection since—ever.
It never really crossed my mind in my past relationships either, but honestly—I trust him, especially now that we live together.
A baby isn’t on my checklist—not even close—but I’m learning I need to stop trying to micromanage my future.
Whatever God’s plan is for me, I’ll face it when the time comes.