Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
ANDY
I had never considered a man’s body to be sexy, but it seemed Levi was set on proving every single one of my preconceived ideas wrong. In fact, I believed the word sexy was created just for Levi.
He was sculpted to perfection. Tight muscles under his lean frame, curves with the sole purpose of tempting me, and soft skin that reacted so deliciously under my hands. I couldn’t keep my hands off him.
It didn’t help that Levi was set on seducing me with his choice of clothing. I’d only got a sneak peek at his jockstrap that night at the club, but it definitely wasn’t the last time he’d strutted around in them. Apparently, he had a whole collection that he was pulling out now with the sole purpose of making me lose all rational thought.
The number of times in the past week he’d stroll into my sacred kitchen, needing to grab something that just so happened to be on one of the top shelves, and his shirt would just so happen to ride up to reveal a sexy strap hanging high on his hips, teasing me of the delicious sight that lay underneath his jeans.
I was only a man.
And apparently, a weak-willed one when it came to Levi Huxley because, for him, I’d defiled my sacred space more times than I could count. We never went further than heavy kisses in an unassuming corner, and only when there was nobody around—because we were obviously professionals—but still. It was the principle of the matter!
There should be absolutely no hanky-panky in the kitchen, but Levi was too addicting, and I only had enough self-control to end it with kisses sweet enough to melt away all my priorities.
Levi was a distraction that I definitely didn’t have time for, but I couldn’t bring myself to end things either. Which was why, at home, with just the two of us inside the four walls, we rarely kept our hands off each other.
Even on the nights Levi came home late, like tonight, it was an unspoken agreement that I’d wait up for him, and he’d come find me in my room, usually wearing nothing but the jockstrap he’d tempted me with earlier that day.
We’d been intimate many times, so much so that I knew what his cum tasted like and knew I didn’t dislike it. It didn’t taste good, definitely not, but the flavor was so fucking sexual that it served to arouse me.
I never thought I’d one day say I enjoyed sucking dick, but god, it was such a high to have Levi under me, putty under my hands and tongue as I brought him pleasure.
Then after, Levi never hesitated to return the favor. He was so much more experienced at giving head than I was. He could swallow my entire length with ease.
Gag reflex what? Because Levi sure as hell didn’t have one.
My hand gripped his hair hard as I shot my load into his mouth. Levi didn’t protest about the taste of sperm but sucked hard, fondling my balls until he’d thoroughly drained me.
I fell back onto my bed, exhausted from the orgasm. It was the best one yet, which didn’t say much because it seemed like each time with Levi was better than the last.
That thought should worry me since this hookup arrangement was set to end when I left. I had until the end of February to get Levi out of my system, but would I ever get enough of him?
Levi pressed kisses up my body, lighting up that fire inside again. If I wasn’t sucked dry, I’d be worked up again by the delicious press of his lips. He planted a loud smack at the edge of my chin, then snuggled into my side.
I stretched out my arm under him so his neck was supported and bent my arm so that my fingers could mindlessly twirl his hair. Levi was running his finger up and down my other arm, tracing the veins.
If I wasn’t sure he liked them before, I was certain by now. He used every excuse to touch them when he could.
We stayed like that until our breathing blended to a slow pace. I was falling asleep, feeling so comfortable cuddled against him. I thought Levi was already sleeping since his hand movements had stopped a while ago and it was now resting on my hipbone, but then Levi shifted, almost on top of me. He rested his chin on my chest and peered through his lashes to look at me.
I grunted, wrapped both my arms around him, and pulled him until he was completely on top of me. Levi wasn’t a small man, but his heavy weight was comforting, like a weighted blanket.
“Are you free tomorrow night?” he asked, breaking the quiet inside my room.
I peeked an eye open to give him a curious glance. “I dunno. I’ve been a pretty popular man lately. Don’t know if I’ll have any time to spare,” I joked.
Levi grinned a grin that was full of evil malice, then leaned over to bite the base of my neck.
“Ow! Okay, Uncle!” I said and pinched his beautifully naked ass. Both my hands landed on either of his cheeks—because how could they not—and kneaded his soft ass to ease the sting of his bite.
The bite mark Levi had left on me at the club took at least a week to fade enough to where I didn’t need to wear a giant Band-Aid at work. I was never more happy than when I stopped getting questions asking what happened to my neck, especially from Levi’s dads.
It wasn’t like I could tell them their son had happened. Hell no. If they found out I was sleeping with their son, I’d probably be booted from the B&B faster than I could say ‘ boo .’
At least Levi had thoughtfully chomped low enough to hide the mark under my shirt this time. He licked the spot he’d bitten, then returned to his position of resting his chin on my chest and watching me.
“Has anyone mentioned you have a nasty biting habit when you’re mad?” I commented and pinched his ass again. He glared at me, but with how cozy and sleepy he was, he looked more like a grumpy kitty with his fur ruffled than anything intimidating.
“Stop it. You’re making me hard again,” he said, wiggling his butt, which had him grinding his half-mast cock against me. Knowing he was up for another round had mine hardening to catch up too.
“That sounds like a non-issue to me,” I said with a smirk and continued rubbing his supple skin. When my hand glided up his spine, he let out a soft moan and shivered, which had me completely hard again .
His hand reached around his back to stop mine from moving. “Wait, I didn’t even get to say what I was going to say yet,” he protested.
I placed my hands on his round butt again but kept them still and nodded for him to speak.
“Tomorrow night at the B&B, we’re having a pumpkin carving event. I was wondering if you wanted to join us if you’re free. Of course, you’re not obligated to since it’s after your work hours, plus working events aren’t part of your responsibility, but I think it’ll be fun if you join…”
He was rambling, which was something he’d never done before. That had me thinking this wasn’t something as innocent as carving pumpkins with the other guests at the B&B.
This was spending time with each other doing something other than sex, and the rational part of me said to tell him I was busy and couldn’t go, because we didn’t need to blur the lines anymore.
It was already enough we’d spend most nights sleeping in each other’s beds. We shouldn’t make this more complicated than it already was.
But then I caught Levi’s eyes. He was watching me carefully, brown eyes warm and sparkling as he waited for my answer. Any thoughts of rejecting him flew out the window, so I nodded.
Levi’s eyes brightened even more as his mouth curved with a smile. His dimples appeared. He was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
I flipped us over so I was on top and plopped a smooch on his right dimple. Levi laughed as his hands roamed down my chest, following my treasure trail to his eager prize.
I’d never been this horny for someone since my teens, but Levi had me burning and wanting more of him.
This round was quick, as we were both tired. I’d jerked us off until he came screaming into my neck, and I followed soon after, painting both our chests with white-hot essence.
Feeling boneless, I was tempted to sleep like this, cum drying in my pubes and all, but Levi seemed just fine as he shot out of bed. I groaned in protest, wanting him to come back and snuggle so I could have a good night’s sleep.
I determinedly ignored the implications of needing him with me to sleep well. It was because his sleeping beside me was ASMR, a sleeping mukbang , if you will. And that was exactly what I was going to keep telling myself.
Levi smoothed back my bangs and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured, then turned away. I watched his hips sway and butt jiggle seductively with every step. If it was physically possible, my dick would probably stand up tall and wag like a dog’s tail to let the entire world know what a whore it was for Levi.
A couple minutes later, Levi padded back into the room with a hand towel in his hands. It was warm and damp against my skin as he gently wiped me clean.
Nobody had ever taken care of me like this, definitely not my parents. They left me to my own devices as soon as I was able to take care of myself and haven’t shown me any parental care since.
My past lovers usually sought what I could do for them rather than the other way around, so Levi’s actions were foreign, almost unnatural to me, but also so warming like he’d wrapped up my inner child in a bubble of warm cotton and love.
Love .
I quickly pushed that thought out of my head because the word love shouldn’t be used anywhere in this relationship. It was just casual, having a little fun before I had to get back to my real life in the city …
He tossed the hand towel to the ground before crawling back into bed. He tugged the covers over us, made sure to tuck one end under my empty side, and tucked himself into my other side.
Pressing a kiss to the area he’d bitten earlier, he whispered a soft ‘ goodnight ,’ and then snuggled closer into the nook of my neck. A few minutes later, soft snores came from him as his warm breath hit my skin.
I fell asleep, feeling warm and comfortable, and thinking that this felt anything but casual .
But I didn’t hate it either.