Chapter 12 #6
I really hate my dress right now, wishing to remove the offensive fabric. My breathing speeds up and my hold on him tightens. If he just continues to thrust into me, I might…
“No.”
I whimper in frustration, pulling at his hair when he once again slides his tongue upward, continuing to feast on my flesh, but the emptiness is short-lived.
He enters a finger into me, the action igniting the already blazing lust in me, and the sweet bubble within me grows and grows, ready to burst at any moment.
If he just puts a little more pressure…
He nips on my clit, drawing it into his mouth as another finger enters me, the thrusts slow and deep, perspiration breaking on my skin and bringing me closer to the brink while scorching heat cascades all over me, toward the pleasure I’ve only heard about.
This torture is unbearable, I’m teetering on the edge, ready to jump only to be pulled back and simmer in anticipation while lust slams into me from every direction, insisting to do something before it ends too soon.
“Levi, please,” I repeat, biting on my lip and moaning when he delivers a long lick to my folds as his fingers continue to move inside me, pushing farther and farther, forcing my hips to move forward to get the necessarily friction.
“What do you want, Lavender?” he asks just as he replaces his fingers with his tongue again, and my core instantly contracts around him, the action almost too much for my sensitive center. “Like I said, my wish is your command.”
The edge and harshens in his voice is the only indicator that all this is affecting him the same way it does me, and I understand right away.
Levi is giving me control.
He won’t do anything until I give him permission or voice my wish. He gives the illusion of calling the shots even if he’s the only one who knows what he’s doing here.
“Levi.” I wait for him to raise his eyes to me and my cheeks burn seeing his mouth glisten with me. My nipples turn to hard peaks and all these sensations rocking into my body become too much.
This might be my only chance to experience this overwhelming lust mixed with desire and need so strong, I can almost taste it, so shouldn’t I indulge in it for as long as I can?
“I want you.”
A ghost of a smile meets my reply as he delivers yet another long lick from bottom to top and scrapes his teeth over my clit, making me jerk in his hold. “You have me now, moy cvetochek.”
I can’t focus on anything else besides the bliss waving on the horizon, so the words erupt from my throat before I can stop them. “I want you to fuck me, Levi.” I hope this is clear enough for him. “Make me come.”
My admission earns me a growl against my flesh and he thrust inside me, his touch more possessive and rougher than before, and somehow this only adds to the all-consuming need polluting my mind and driving me mad.
My lungs burn for oxygen and I gulp for air, arching my back higher as he starts to really fuck me with his tongue, stretching and stretching me until he finally reaches a place and pushes at it hard, making my whole body pulse before it bursts in powerful waves with pleasure so strong it makes the whole world disappear.
Warmth cascades on me from above and I fall back on the table while he gives my center one last kiss, and drags his mouth up, wiping his face on my dress.
One minute I’m gazing at the ceiling trying to catch my breath, and the next he pulls me toward him, until I sit up and my legs are wrapped around him to balance myself.
I feel his thick hard-on against me, my core spasming just imagining it inside me, and right now I really want to see it up close.
He must notice my gaze and guess my thoughts as he chuckles, his fingers combing through my hair and tugging on it until he exposes my neck to his mouth.
“Not tonight, moy cvetochek. I promise you my dick will become your favorite toy and you’ll get acquainted with it very well.
After all, it’s all yours now.” He moves his lips to my shoulder and bites on it before delivering a final lick, and then slides back until our mouths are inches apart.
“You’re delicious, Lavender. Taste.” He kisses me, dominating the kiss with hard strokes as if staking invisible claims all over me, and it causes a possessiveness to flare in me because he tastes like me.
Like he’s mine and no one else gets to touch him ever again because Levi Scott belongs to me.
At once I freeze in his embrace, the thought akin to ice-cold water hosing down on me and breaking whatever spell he has put me under and destroying my fantasies, bringing me back to my painful reality.
And the reality is the following.
I just had oral sex with Levi, my brother’s brother-in-law who is twenty years old!
At his club, at that!
My very first orgasm with another person, and it’s the one guy who probably hates me or is using me to get back at my brother.
Oh my God!
I shove him away and to my surprise, he easily steps back as I get up, adjusting my dress and refusing to study his confused expression. In fact, I avoid looking at him altogether, for fear of either crying or begging him to finish what we started.
My emotions seem to be all over the place and I cannot allow them to roam freely anymore. “I have to go.”
“Lavender.”
“No!”
I don’t wait for anything else, I just dart to the door and then race through the corridor, not daring to take a breath until I reach outside and inhale the evening air, searching for the cabs before my epic mistake catches up with me.
Finally I spot an empty cab, jump inside, and rattle my address, resting my head against the seat. When the driver starts the car I cover my face, groaning into my hands.
What have I done?
And worse…
Why does my body already miss his touch and my soul yearn to come back?
Levi
Removing my helmet, I sit back on my bike and watch Lavender get out of the cab, paying the driver quickly, and rushing inside her building, arriving safe and sound.
I could have caught her if I wanted at the club, but I gave her this time to process her feelings. Still, I couldn’t allow her to go unprotected, so I followed after the cab.
The need still makes me rock hard because the beast within me roars to get her back and fuck her so hard she won’t ever think about running away from me again.
Patience, patience, patience.
My delicate flower is just learning that her delectable body belongs only to me and what that entails for her.
Pleasure, protection.
I’ll give her tonight.
After, though?
All bets are off.
Lavender will always be the one to control our sexual encounters, and I won’t ever push her on it because that’s something Jade tried to steal from her in the past.
Still, it doesn’t mean I won’t create temptations that she’ll find too hard to resist.
And she will succumb to them sooner or later.
Because we’re inevitable.
Have been since the first glance.