10. Sadie #2
“You’re so big,” I moan, marveling at the incredible girth, the way the tip of him stretches nearly to his navel. He has to be nine inches, at least. Nine inches of hot, smooth steel. What would it feel like pushing into me? Can my body even accommodate him?
“You feel so goddamn good, Sadie.” Both of his hands push into my hair, his hips rocking in slow motion to match the rhythm of my mouth. “So beautiful. I don’t deserve you.”
His fingers grip my hair and pull my lips to his to plant an earth-shattering kiss on me. “I’ve done my best to ignore your sweet ass bent over in the firehouse, but you’ve proven yourself unignorable.”
His lips release me, and I slide back down his body, my mouth swirling at his tip, licking the thick vein that runs up his gorgeous length. I fist his base, my other hand sliding between his thighs to cup his heavy sac, so full, all for me.
“Sadie, Jesus, Sadie…” His hips buck with my first touch. Salty drips of pre-cum coat my tongue and I swallow greedily, glancing up at the long, lean line of his neck as he clenches his jaw, barely holding on.
“I’ve been so wet since the first time I saw you. I slide my hand between my thighs at night thinking about your rough hands gliding across my skin.”
“I’m gonna cum if you keep talking like that.” His thighs tense, one hand locked possessively in my hair, settling the ache deeper.
I cup his balls in my palm, moving up and down his cock in a starved rhythm before my eyes flick up to his, intense and hot like a wildfire between us. “Cum, Levi. Please. I want to taste you.”
“Fuck!” he roars as long, hot jets of semen rush down my throat.
I suck him dry, milking him until all I taste is him.
I swallow his unfamiliar, heady, intoxicating essence, slide off his cock, and crawl into his lap.
I straddle his powerful thighs, his wet cock still hard and twitching against my pussy.
I place a soft kiss on his lips. “You taste incredible.”
Ragged breaths heave from his chest between us, our heartbeats thumping madly. I run a hand across his laser-etched jawline. “I like when you’re ready for me.”
His eyes brighten, his lips curve in a shit-eating grin. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen…”
He pulls me to him, capturing my lips and thrusting his tongue into my mouth without reservation.
There’s no need for permission—I’m his. I haven’t thought about anyone else since I was sixteen anyway.
Sure, he’s a surly, moody, irritating asshole. But he’s also gorgeous, kind, generous, thoughtful, helpful, and he wants me. This man wants me. At least for now.
I don’t know what tomorrow brings, but right now is pretty damn good.
Levi releases my lips, sliding his hands through my hair, pressing a palm to my cheek.
“So fucking beautiful.” He shakes his head as if stunned.
“I love fucking your mouth, precious, but next time I need to bury myself inside you. I want to claim this sweet cunt with every drop of my cum. You want my cum, Sadie?”
His fingers press between us, fingering my pussy in deft strokes. “Yes…yes, please.”
I look up at him from under my eyelashes and my belly burns and somersaults like never before.
I don’t know what this feeling is. I can’t bear to name it, but riding the high of Levi sounds like a damn good idea right now.
“Go out to dinner with me tonight.” He demands more than asks.
“Tonight? I can’t bear the thought of not touching you right now.”
“Well, I can always make you cum under the table while we wait for food to arrive.”
I smack his shoulder and he catches my wrist, pulling me against the hard wall of his chest. The air empties from my lungs in a soft breath.
He’s so warm, so comforting and possessive all in one touch.
He’s exactly what I need. I imagine what it feels like to give myself to him—to let go of anxiety and the pressure to prove myself, and just be.
All nerves and sensations, tongues and lips, the centuries-old way a man takes care of a woman.
I yearn for that with every fiber of my being, and Levi stirs the craving to life.
“I need to taste you,” he growls and then flips me over, already slipping the panties down my thighs. Before I can even register what’s happening he runs his tongue down the crevice where thigh meets hip, and then slides the flat of his tongue up my slit in one smooth motion.
My breathing rattles and my top teeth sink into my bottom lip as I moan and arch deeper into him. He plants one palm on my hip and then slips a digit from his other hand inside of me. I gasp and moan, arousal flooding through me in waves.
“Yes, oh my God, Levi, yessss.”
He chuckles against my pussy and then sucks his lips around my swollen clit, pulling in slow, measured sucks that sends my first release rocketing through me.
“Mm, delicious, baby,” he growls against me and then keeps licking and sucking. “You’re so turned on for me.”
“I can’t help it, you drive me crazy,” I gasp, feeling another release climbing inside of me.
I push my hands into his hair, pulling him against me and grinding my core against his mouth. I’m desperate, needy, addicted.
He adds another finger to his assault, slipping in and out of me before hooking them somewhere deep that causes a flood of release to coat his lips.
“Fuckkkk,” he groans, licking his lips and sucking them into his mouth.
My eyes flutter as I watch him taste me, lips and chin glistening with the pleasure he elicits from my body.
“So, dinner?” His hands crawl up my skin, kneading my shoulders.
“Mm…that feels so good.” My eyes fall closed.
“I don’t stand a chance of keeping my hands off you tonight if you keep makin’ noises like that.” His roughened voice wraps around me.
“It’s a good thing I like your hands right where they are.” On me. In me. Demanding and all-consuming.
“Maybe we’ll just have to stay in tonight, then,” he murmurs against my ear, sending shockwaves of desire through me.
“I like that plan better.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me. Now,” I say without hesitation.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Hotshot.” He pushes his swim trunks off, discarding them on the deck next to us, then he hovers over me, his fingers threading in my hair as he holds me still and murmurs sweet nothings against my neck.
I cry out when the tip of his thick cock nudges at my entrance, my breaths laboring as I clutch his shoulders, pressing harder at his lips as we kiss and he slides.
And slides.
And slides.
My muscles ache, and pain pinches at my insides before he finally pushes past the final barrier separating us.
And then I am his.
And then he owns me.
I hum as his thrusts speed, his cock bottoming out inside me, his hands trailing up and down my skin, kneading, gripping, owning my flesh until I’m sure I’ll be bruised in the morning.
His thumbs dig at my hips as he fucks me so slowly, his body striking every single ragged nerve I have, until another orgasm teases just out of reach.
“Oh God,” I husk, losing my mind under his hands. Being connected to Levi is an out-of-body experience. My head swims with raw lust and delicious need. My muscles stretch tight with coursing waves of pleasure. Levi is all I can think, all I can feel, smell, touch. Levi is everywhere.
“You make me so fucking hard, Sadie.” Levi grits. His teeth graze up between my breasts, pushing the cup of my bra aside so his tongue darts out to lick the pebbled peak. Fire burns like dry ice through my veins, stealing all my oxygen, pushing me one step closer to the edge.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I breathe, words tumbling out in a helpless ramble.
“I’ve been desperate for the taste of you on my tongue since I first touched you.
The way you look up at me, Sadie, fucking undoes me.
” Levi moves in and out of me, sometimes pushing deep and filling me, other times locking into short, shallow strokes until he finally hammers forward and takes me to the very end.
I wrap my arms around his body and run my palms along his sweat-slicked skin, down his hips and bottom.
I squeeze lightly as he picks up his pace, pounding me with everything he has.
“God, oh, Levi,” I beg. “More, harder. God, more.”
He pulls me flush against his body and holds me in his powerful grip.
Our thighs, our hips, our torsos align tightly.
One hand wraps around the back of my neck and pulls me to his lips, and suddenly we crush together, kissing fiercely.
The desperate way his tongue twists with mine fuels my passion.
A sensual moan escapes his throat as I hold his head tighter to my lips, returning his kiss with just as much ferocity.
His hips circle, a hand slipping between us and tracing a maze at my clit with his roughened work fingers that pull across my skin like sandpaper and spark fire through my body.
“I want to hear you, pretty girl. Cum on my thick cock and let me hear it.”
His words strike the final match. My orgasm ignites, short-circuiting my insides and loosening my muscles with every throbbing heartbeat. We tangle in reckless sensation, violent passion, a frantic connection building to a tidal wave that pulls me under.
“Jesus, you’re like a tight fist squeezing my cock.” He slips his tongue past my lips, swallowing my serrated moans. His hands tighten at my hips before he steadies himself, his head thrown back as rasped grunts float between us. “God, yes, baby.”
I suck in desperate gulps of air. The sound of our bodies slapping together, the scent of sex and cum and him, feed my arousal.
“I fucking love being inside you.” His teeth skim the shell of my ear. A slow smile creeps across my lips, my body still weak and recovering. He runs his fingers through my wild hair and nuzzles into my ear, drawing a long, deep breath. “You smell like me.”
I sigh contentedly, roll, and wrap my arms around his body. I open my eyes slowly to find him staring at me thoughtfully. A slow grin spreads across my face. “What?”
“You,” he grins.
“What about me?”
He traces the shell of my ear lightly with his thumb. “Watching you cum is fucking beautiful.” I feel a blush creep up my neck. “And seeing you blush…” His fingertips dust my collarbone. “Is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll never get enough of you.”
He slips a hand between my thighs, massaging the aroused flesh tenderly. When he pulls away, his eyes narrow for a moment before he looks back at me.
Blood—there’s blood staining his fingertips.
“Jesus, Sadie. You were a virgin?” He thrusts a hand through his already-rumpled hair.
I sit silently, suddenly ashamed I didn’t tell him. I want to leave, dart through his cabin, and never look back.
But can I? Is running even possible anymore?
“Sadie.” He pulls me into his lap, our chests heaving breathlessly, our limbs twisting and vining around each other until—he is right—I’m no longer sure where I end and he begins.
Peace settles deep in my bones at the feeling.
I trust him. I’ve never trusted any man but my daddy. Until now. Until Levi.
“If I’d known you were a virgin I would have been different…more…” He searches for words, and I see the regret swimming in his eyes as clearly as I feel my own tears well.
“I don’t want you any different, Levi. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want sweetness—forget tenderness—I wanted to feel you. I wanted to know how I make you feel. I wanted to know I turn you on so much you nearly lose your mind,” I whisper, brushing a lock of hair off his forehead.
He sighs, dancing his nose up the line of my neck, nurturing me, taking care of me, worrying over me. “I didn’t want to take it from you like that.”
“You didn’t, Levi.” I hold his face in my palms, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “I gave it to you.”
His eyes shimmer before his arms wrap around my body, his lips pressing against mine in slow, decadent, soul-fucking thrusts.
“Sadie–I waited for you. I’ve never been with anyone else–just you. It’s always been just you for me.”
I nearly sob with the emotions swirling in my system. He waited for me. He never shared himself with anyone else but me.
It’s then I know…
Levi Kane owns me.