49
LUCA
T he smell of Levi’s aftershave wafts through my nose; ginger and cardamom with a hint of something oaky. It’s all masculine, all him . After the hot as fuck handjob—or whatever you want to call it—we finally watched Avengers: Assemble. I should have known that Levi was a big kid at heart, but I’m not disappointed or put off by it. It was nice to chill out in front of the TV in just our boxers. And when the movie finished, we just moved up to one of the spare rooms together; the one he has been staying in.
I roll over onto my back, the weight of Levi’s arm caging me in close. It's warm and comforting, soothing the erratic thoughts that bounce from one corner of my mind to the other. The ones telling me I’m diving too deep into something I know nothing about.
The only thing I do know for certain is that Levi is into this as much as I am. We don’t need words to explain what it is. It’s clear that we’re both new to this, exploring as slow—or fast—as we want. There’s no pressure, no ultimatums or complicated decisions. I could happily continue sharing myself with Sera and Levi and I’m starting to understand the dynamic; how Sera sees things. It didn’t make sense to me at first, but somewhere between admitting my feelings for Sera and my weakness for Levi, I’ve discovered that happiness isn’t dictated by one person.
“Stop thinking,” Levi groans beside me.
I glance over at him. His left eye is open, his right scrunched shut as the light from the window shoots rays over him. His Mediterranean skin glows, the dark edges of his features and light tips of his brown curls accentuated by the Californian morning sun.
“How do you know?” I scowl playfully.
“Your breathing shallows,” he states, and all of sudden I feel like a spotlight is shining on me to reveal all of my tells.
I raise a speculative brow at him. “You noticed that, yet you still can’t beat me at poker?”
Levi growls, the sound rumbling through my chest and before I know it, he’s on top of me, caging me in with his hard body.
“Maybe I can’t beat you at poker,” he smirks. “But I can beat you at other things.” He reaches between us, his hand gripping my already firm cock. I’d like to chalk it up to morning wood, but that isn’t all this is. The guy is a fucking masterpiece—even with the tiny scar above his brow.
“Levi,” I warn with a shaky breath, but he doesn’t listen. He slides down my body, disappearing beneath the sheets until I feel his hot breath skating over my shaft.
Anticipation ripples through me and the next thing I know, Levi takes me in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock. I stifle a groan, knowing he’ll get off on my surrender. It seems in this particular dynamic, he’s not quite the doting type. With Sera, Levi devotes all of his attention to her like she’s something precious—and she is. But with me, Levi takes the control away. There’s no need for it when it comes to Levi because it’s me that is holding back. He doesn’t demand anything I don’t want, though. I appreciate that about him, mostly because he wants the same thing. I like that I can be a different kind of vulnerable around him and he doesn’t point it out—well, apart from him picking up on my breathing when my attention diverts elsewhere .
“Stop it!” Levi scolds before he licks down my shaft, his fist joining in.
“Stop what?” I gasp, overwhelmed by the way he takes me deeper into his mouth.
He releases me with a pop, licking the tip swiftly, making me shudder. “Overthinking.”
“Shut up and suck my cock.”
A low chuckle sounds from beneath the sheets, quickly stunted by my dick being swallowed.
I fist the sheets as Levi pumps me into his mouth, my hips moving of their own accord, desperate for more. My hand reaches down to run my fingers through his hair because I have to touch him. Levi is quickly becoming an addiction and I’m too eager to give in.
He continues stroking me, mixing it up with his tongue and lips until it blinds me with so much pleasure that it takes my breath away. The blaze of my release quickly travels up my spine. It’s imminent, only intensifying when Levi cups my balls and rolls them in his palm.
“Fuck, Levi!” I warn, but it’s too late. My cum hits the back of his throat, and I can tell it startles him for a moment. The shock quickly dissipates, though. I can tell because he hungrily sucks me dry, milking me of every last drop until I shudder from the sensitivity.
Slowly, Levi reappears, wrapping the sheets around his head while wearing a sheepish pink tint on his cheeks. I don’t know if he’s blushing or just warm, but he looks so fucking sexy that I can’t help but to tug him up and plant my lips on his.
“If that’s how you’re going to get your revenge every time I beat you at poker, I’ll gladly accept the consequences.”
Levi rolls his eyes, flashing his boyish smile at me.
“Keep doing that, and I’ll give you something to roll your eyes at.”
He chuckles at me, rolling away from me on the bed. “Promises, promises, Fontana.”
I grab his hand, tugging him closer. “I always keep my promises,” I growl, crawling on top of his body.
The thickness of his cock strains against his boxers as I pin him beneath me. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve had enough blow jobs to know what to do, and I’ve seen how he falls apart for Sera. It doesn’t take a genius to know what he likes, but it’s still daunting.
“You don’t have to reciprocate,” Levi whispers as I slide down his body. My lips trail over his chest, his abs, until I hit the waistband of his boxers.
“You got to taste me, now I want to taste you.” Without any hesitation, I tuck my fingers into his boxers and free his raging hard on. It stands at attention, thick and angry, pre-cum already beading at the tip.
I lick my lips, feeling my own cock harden again at the sight. It still baffles me how attracted to Levi I am. I’m a man’s man, through and through, but for him, I’m a different kind of man. I’m attracted to every crazy part of Levi, even the softness.
I grip his shaft in my hand, grazing my thumb over the tip.
Levi throws his head back into the pillows, a throaty groan slipping past his lips.
My tongue darts out, eager to taste him, but before I wrap my mouth around him, my phone starts ringing.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” Levi grumbles.
“Leave it,” I order, but he’s already reaching for the bedside table and passing me my phone. Before I can even protest, he’s rolling away from me and tucking himself back into his boxers.
I glance down at the screen. “It’s Raf,” I state.
“Take it,” Levi says, leaning down to peck me on the cheek. “I’ll start the coffee.”
Irritation embeds itself as I answer the call. I wish I could say watching Levi walk away in just his boxers eases the frustration, but it really doesn’t. Levi and I have come so far in such a short amount of time that any time spent together feels significant for me. It solidifies my feelings, and I want to explore what Levi and I have without boundaries or restrictions. But the doubts are starting to creep in that it may not happen as smoothly as I want it to.
“What?” I growl down the line, unable to contain my agitation
“Charming,” Raf laughs. “What’s up your ass? ”
Not Levi. That’s for sure.
“What do you want?” I snap, pushing up off the bed to grab my folded slacks from the chair in the corner.
“I got word that the docks have been cleared.”
“Really? What about the investigation?” I wedge the phone between my ear and shoulder as I struggle to get my legs into my pants.
Raf silences for a moment, but I can hear the tapping of his fingers on the keyboard. It’s not often he doesn’t have an answer for me, but he always pulls through in the end. “I’m still looking into it. All I know is that everything that was there has been sealed for evidence. I’ve put in a word with the Governor, so nothing will get linked back to Donna Bianchi. Anything discovered is purely coincidental. For now, you can go check if everything is in order. The FBI have left it a mess, so you might want to get a clean-up crew in.”
It’s always chaos when the feds are involved. People seem to think that they have structure and consideration for others' property. The reality of the situation is that they just rummage around until they can’t find any other clues, then leave chaos in their wake.
“On it,” I say, grabbing my shirt from its hanger. I guess somewhere amidst the lustful chaos last night, Levi still found time to fold and hang my clothes. I definitely owe him a blow job for that.
“I’ll keep an eye on things from here, but just be careful. I don’t know if the Verdis are aware.” There’s not a lot Raf can do from his damn bunker, watching screens all day, but I’ll take the offer of his surveillance any day. At least he can alert us if we’re being followed. We’re not in the clear at all, not until the Verdis are burned to the ground. I’m paraphrasing Sera of course, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to scrape the melting skin from Don Verdi’s body for what he did.
“I’ll call the twins for backup,” I reply. “And I’ll tell Sera to stay here until we know it’s safe.”
“Good idea.”
After swapping a few more ideas and confirmations on our plan, I head downstairs to find Sera. I know she went to see Giovanni last night—a thought that should piss me off, yet I know I’d be a hypocrite if I said anything about it. Sera has been nothing but honest with us. She’s made no attempt to play us against one another, or compare us. She’s into us all for different reasons, and I can’t say that I’m much different in that respect.
I can’t seem to fight the smile at that thought as I head towards the pool house. I knock twice before I hear Sera’s voice. It’s sweet and soft, pulling me in almost immediately.
As soon as I step into the bedroom, my eyes land on her. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the softness of her features after she’s just woken up. She’s like a goddamn angel with a heart of fire. She could burn and soothe you all with the same touch, and I’d gladly suffer the pain if it meant I got to look at her once more.
“Hey,” she rasps, a sleepy smile on her lips. She reaches out to me with her hand outstretched and I can’t help but smile back.
“So, this where you’ve been hiding?” I perch on the edge of the bed, running my fingers over her cheeks. It’s like deja vu, being in this room again, stroking her soft cheek while ignoring the jealousy swimming beneath the surface. There’s no room for jealousy here anymore. We’re all sharing now, and that means pushing aside any thoughts or feelings about who gets to spend time with who. This dynamic has to work on all levels.
“I’d hardly call this hiding,” Sera remarks, turning her head to kiss my palm. “Are you mad?”
I lean down, running my nose along hers. “I’m jealous,” I admit, even though I just received the most mind blowing head from her second in command. “But I’m also slightly turned on by the fact you’re naked underneath those sheets.”
Her cheeks flush a light pink as she blinks back at me. That innocent way she flutters those eyelashes doesn’t get past me, though. I know the thoughts flicking through that beautiful mind of hers.
“What did you do last night?” she asks, wiggling her brows.
“A gentleman never tells, Bellissima .”
I whip my head around to the doorway, where Levi stands in the same attire as me; open shirt and loose slacks. His brown curls look damp and ruffled, and what I wouldn’t give to run my fingers through them.
“Hmm…” Sera groans, flopping onto her side. She narrows her eyes at me and Levi, and I can already tell what questions she has. She won’t embarrass us here, but I know neither of us are safe. Sera will corner one of us to give her the details. “Was it hot?” she whispers to me, earning her a smile from me.
“I’ll leave that thought to your imagination, Dolcezza .”
She groans out in frustration and Levi chuckles at her.
“I actually came to tell you that Raf says the docks are open again.”
Her reaction is lightning fast as she whips back the covers, exposing her gorgeous body to the sunlight streaming in through windows. “Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll?—“
I grab her hand and shake my head. “We still don’t know how safe things are.”
A frown furrows her features, but she nods dutifully, hesitation thickening the tension.
“I’m going to go with Levi and the twins to check it out,” I supply.
“Okay,” Sera mumbles. “I need to go to Haze and check on things anyway.”
I nod in response, still wary that it’s not safe for her. “Call Zeke and let him know. He can send extra men to keep watch.”
“She’ll be safe with me.”
The whole room seems to grind to a halt as we all stare at the man exiting the bathroom in just a towel. His body is ripped, thick with cords of muscle rippling as he walks towards us. He crawls onto the bed, planting a kiss on Sera’s temple before glancing back at me.
“He speaks?” Levi gapes at Giovanni, shaking his head in disbelief.
Sera smirks, looking back at the big, burly bodyguard slick from his shower. “Oh, he does more than that.”