Chapter 28 #2
Levi’s breathing picks up. “Ethan approached me first after he noticed I was checking him out. Then his boyfriend joined us and we got to talking.” I wasn’t expecting Chris to be there, but that’s all right.
“After we spent half an hour talking and flirting, they invited me to their hotel room a couple of blocks away.”
I bite my lip not knowing this conversation would make me this wet and excited.
“And?” I unbutton his pants, slowly pulling his zipper down. “What happened when you got to the hotel?”
Levi looks at me nervously. I nod, letting him know it’s okay. He’s convinced once I stick my hand under his boxers and cup the length of him.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers. He attempts to kiss me, but I press a finger to his lips, reminding him of my question. He sighs. “Ethan pushed me against the elevator mirror as soon as the doors closed and his boyfriend watched us make out while cupping his cock.”
A moan escapes me, and Levi catches it. He finally understands what the story is doing to me. A surprised smile touches his lips until I stroke him harder, and it disappears. “We went to the room and Chris and I kissed, then we all kissed and got undressed. Everything happened so fucking quick.”
“Was it your first threesome?” I ask out of curiosity. He nods. “Who fucked who?” I give him a light kiss and he groans.
“We took turns fucking each other, but it was mostly me inside both of them.”
My panties are a mess right now, and, holy shit, I’m lowering my knees onto the floor. Who am I right now? A girl who likes to hear about her boyfriend’s past sexual experiences.
He looks down at me, worried and turned on. “Stevie…”
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I tug his pants down till he’s sprung free. His dick hits his stomach while the piercing I’ve come to love glints in the low light.
“You have no idea how wet I am, Levi.”
His pupils dilate. “Let me touch you.”
I shake my head. “Let me suck this while you finish your story.” The words make him shiver as I feel my cheeks warm, saying the words I’m not used to, but too caught up in the moment to care. “Who came first and where?”
Levi closes his eyes, as if attempting not to pull me up and take over.
“Chris came over his stomach while Ethan fucked him in the ass, and I was in his mouth.” At that moment, I put him in my mouth, not bothering to tease him.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Stevie, shit.” I bob my head back and forth slowly, refusing to move faster until he finishes the story that’s making me want to touch myself. “After that, Ethan started fucking me.”
I moan around his dick, and he does the same quietly, aware of our surroundings, unlike me. Taking him out of my mouth, I get an idea. One that’ll hopefully work in both our favors. Grabbing the top of his pants and boxers, I shove them both down, leaving him completely exposed.
“What are you doing?”
Moving my hand to his back, I cup his ass as my heart works overtime. His eyes widen as I sneak my finger in between the cheeks, right to the entrance of his hole.
“Is this okay?” My voice is quiet, awaiting his say-so.
“Yes,” he croaks, pulling my hair back to look at him. I slide a finger into his ass slowly, and I see a whole new slide of Levi. His breaths are harsher, his grunts louder, and I can feel him clench around me like I do him. “Stevie, oh fuck.”
Continuing to move my finger, I ask, “Did he fuck you like this?”
Levi shakes his head, throwing it back with his mouth wide open. “It was faster and harder.”
Picking up the speed, I take the whole of him in my mouth while fingering him. Things I never, ever thought I’d do, let alone in a bathroom. But crap, it’s turning me on.
“Just like that,” he grunts. “Don’t fucking stop.”
I look at him with pleading eyes to finish the damn story.
“Chris swallowed all of my cum while Ethan fucked me,” he grits out and finally grabs my hair and shoves me forward, taking back the control and reversing our roles.
I’m so wet, I’ll be surprised if I don’t have a spot showing through my green jeans.
“But it’s nothing compared to your mouth, baby.
” The words make me whimper, and I stick another finger in him.
He shakes, and I know he’s close. “I’m gonna come.
” I nod, practically begging him to. His legs almost give out as he lets out a loud grunt and says my name, over and over, while I swallow everything he gives me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
After Levi finishes and I take my fingers out of him, he pulls me up and kisses me, not caring that his cum is still in my mouth. He catches all of my moans, and when we separate, both of our breaths are heavy.
“Stevie, I’m sorry for not telling you before, but…”
“But?”
He chuckles. “That was the best blow job of my fucking life. I saw stars at the end there.”
I laugh. “Maybe we could do it again sometime.”
“Or maybe…” He grabs my ass and squeezes. “I can return the favor if you keep quiet. If you’re a good girl, I’ll be a good boy, promise.” Levi winks, and I try to push him away, but he laughs and holds me tighter. “Does this count as our first date?” he questions and gives me a peck.
Shaking my head, I give him a peck back.
Levi hasn’t technically asked me out on a date yet.
It’s only been a couple of days since we got together, and we’ve both been busy with midterms. We’ve had dinner together at the apartment when possible.
Mostly, it’s been us cuddling after studying for hours, trying to sneak in a quickie here and there.
“Not until you ask me out properly.”
He smiles. “Stephanie Winters, will you do me the great honor of going on a date with me?”
“I’d love to.”
Levi pulls me in for a harsh kiss. “You better.”
We chuckle and there’s a moment of silence when we’re staring at each other.
He raises his hand to caress my cheek, and I grin, leaning into the touch.
His blue eyes seem to change after a couple of seconds, his pupils focusing and unfocusing until he’s giving me a look I don’t recognize.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Bambi. Inside and out. I’m so damn lucky to call you mine.”
My grin is so big, it hurts my face. “Back at you, Hotshot.”
The spell breaks when the old pipes make a loud sound and we leave the bathroom after fixing ourselves, although there isn’t much I can do about my hair.
We’re holding hands as we turn the corner and find Ethan with his headphones on rocking out to “Somebody To Love” by Queen, one of my moms’ and my favorites. He notices us and raises a brow.
“Didn’t want to eavesdrop on whatever it was you were doing in there,” he huffs out. “At least tell me you cleaned up.”
Smiling sheepishly, I guarantee to him that it’s clean, because I swallowed the mess.
“That’s one of my favorite songs to play on the piano.
” I point to his phone, and he asks me more about my playing abilities.
Feeling Levi’s touch, I find him examining my new ink.
It has the first few notes of my original song in purple—the color of epilepsy representation—and a branch of lavender flows underneath it—the flower of epilepsy awareness.
No matter whether I land the role or not, the song is something I’ll always be extremely proud of, along with representing what I have in a positive light.
It reminds me that I do hold power over my future, that I do have control of my life.
And that everything, even this chronic condition, had to have happened for a reason.
He lets out a loud exhale and his lips tip upward. “Perfect.”
Ethan claps, grabbing both of our attention and telling us to give him a minute before we leave. He reemerges with a keyboard and guitar. My mouth falls open as he lifts his chin. “Bring your guitar?”
Levi runs out, shouting, “Be right back,” over his shoulder.
For the next hour, Ethan plays and hums, not being a singer himself. I touch the keys for the first time in weeks and sing to Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Wonder, Queen, and Elton John. And Levi plays and sings with me for some of the songs, still being somewhat unsure of himself in the vocal department.
Throughout our jam session, we exchange some sweet and heated glances. The way his body has relaxed since we left the bathroom tells me he believed me when I said I was staying.
Still, I can’t help but wonder if we’re moving too fast. Then again, we’ve been friends for months, and what’s a better foundation for a relationship than that? He helped me find myself, and I like to believe I’m helping him as well.
The night ends with Kami, Cam, Levi, and me having pizza, then going our separate ways in Cam’s house.
We both get drowsy in each other’s arms the second our heads hit the pillow.
There’s no energy for sex, only kisses and sweet touches.
It’s intimate and different. He’s different.
We’re different in the most amazing way possible.