Chapter 30
Birthday Shenanigans
Levi
Today is the mother fucking day. My twenty-first birthday. My first birthday without my mom, yet it’s set up to be the best one yet. I get to do something, a party. My first party in nine years.
The morning came with Scarlett busting into my room, beating me repeatedly with a pillow while singing Happy Birthday.
It was epic; her excitement was contagious, even at the ass crack of dawn.
I passed Zoey, the science teacher, in the halls, who winked at me and smiled, noticing the hickey marks on her neck.
It was a good time, even though I thought of Maddie the entire time.
Then work dragged ass; I was just ready for it to be over already so I could party with my friends, take shots, and have fun.
I want to start twenty-one free, and that is precisely what I am going to do.
Grant is off on a “work trip,” so he hasn’t been around to tell me what a disappointment I am while I get ready for my night out and thank fuck for that. Scarlett has been taking her sweet time in the bathroom, putting on her war paint, and doing her hair.
She finally came out after I knocked incessantly on the bathroom door.
“There she is, one would think you are the birthday girl with how long it took you to get ready.” Looking at her outfit, I shake my head.
“Gotta say, Letty, I don’t love the see-through top you are calling a shirt there.
It looks like a doily grandma would knit; it's about as small as one, too.” That makes her laugh as she looks down.
“It’s called a knit top, thank you, and I find it very cute, but if you'd prefer, I can head back to the mall and pick up the one I saw in Zumiez. How’d it go again? Something about looking better bent over, right?” I shake my head, not wanting to further this conversation as I grit out.
“On second thoughts, that one's fine.”
Seemingly pleased with her little win, she slides on her new wedges, and we hop into the car.
I blast Shaggy through my speakers, looking over at Scarlett. “It’s show time.” She smiles, and we head off to party the night away.
Spencer is the first to arrive after Scarlett and me.
He sets down his tailgate where four coolers sit side by side.
Scarlett runs over to him and starts unloading.
I set up the speakers for the party playlist, then laid out the lawn chairs and extra blankets on the log that sits across from the fire pit.
Once everything is in order, people begin to arrive.
Spencer is still working on something in the bed of his truck. Walking over to him, there is a pitcher of red juice. “Did you bring Gatorade?” Spencer laughs at my observation.
“No, man, it's jungle juice. It’s red Gatorade now, yes, but everyone will bring a type of liquor and pour some into the jug. Once the jug is full, we drink it.” Clapping my hands, I take a look around as everyone starts finding a place to park.
Turning the music on, I grab my first drink, and the party begins.
The fire is roaring, flippy cups are being dominated, and music is blasting through the wilderness, bringing the trees to life.
I watch my sister chug down the red solo cup and flip it like a pro.
Honestly, that makes me question where she learned such talent, but instead of getting all dad-like, I go over and beg to be on her team because damn, she’s dominating everyone.
Maddie walks up looking like a damn goddess.
Her long blonde hair is curled, hanging effortlessly down her toned back.
The black tank top is a deep-V style, with a small string tie in the back, leaving the rest of the back open making my mouth water.
Her jeans are frayed at the ends, hugging her curves perfectly.
“Hello, gorgeous." Scarlett rolls her eyes, then gives a slight chuckle.
Maddie hands me a beer. “Hey, birthday boy, need a refill?” I take the beer and wink.
“Do you?” I lift the corner of my mouth, giving her a wicked smirk. She bites her lip and shrugs. Scarlett calls for her, but before she walks over, she leans in, whispering.
“Find me later.”
Too fucking right, I will.
As I make my rounds, I speak with just about everyone who has arrived.
The jungle juice is about half gone, and we have emptied one entire cooler of beer.
Two left to go. Dance music plays through the speakers as I watch a few girls and guys grind to it, gyrating their hips and rubbing against one another.
Once Scarlett makes her way to the middle of the dance floor, I turn immediately.
I’d rather not watch my sister move her body like that– thank you very much.
Instead, I find Maddie grabbing another beer.
I stick my hand into the cooler and grab one for myself.
She turns to me, cracking open her beer, “Anyone take your bait yet?” Looking down at the shirt, she smiles before taking a sip of beer. I shake my head no, matching her long gulp.
“Let’s go then, it’s your birthday after all.” I follow her between the trees, where she stops behind the big oak tree.
“Let’s go to my car.” I take her by the hand and lead the way. Setting our beers down in the front seat cup holders, I slide her into my back seat. She trails her fingers along my back, tantalizingly slow, sending sparks of electricity down my spine and straight to my already aching dick.
Turning back to face her, the distant fire twinkles in her blue eyes, mesmerizing.
Making the first move, I lean in. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She nods her head while her breath rises.
“You can tell me to stop at any time, and I will.” She stops me from my spiel by placing her hands on the side of my face and looking me dead in the eyes.
“Levi, I want you. First, I want to taste you all the way in the back of my throat, stopping just before you coat it. Second, I want to ride you until you coat my insides while I scream your name. Are you okay with that, birthday boy?” I lean in and take her mouth with force, driving my tongue, parting her soft, plush lips, only to fight with her tongue.
She fights back, sucking, biting my lip, moaning into me, as her hand runs up my thigh.
With one hand, she unbuttons my pants, ripping them open, and the zipper flies down.
“Let me take these off you so I can blow out the birthday candle.”
Maddie positions herself on her knees on the floor of the backseat.
She lifts her big doe eyes to mine, biting her lip with a hint of need.
Lacing my fingers in her hair, I hold the back of her head.
She licks my shaft before swirling her tongue around my sensitive tip.
Without my assistance, she works her way down my shaft, moving her tongue wildly, as her hand pumps and slides with ease.
Fuck, her mouth is amazing. She continues picking up speed, running the tip of my dick to the back of her throat, trying her damndest to fit in all of me.
Before she can go down again, I pull her hair lightly and stop her.
“You’ve got to stop, Peach. You're going to make me come, and I’m not coming unless my dick is buried deep inside you.” She stands up as best she can, allowing me to remove her pants and thong.
Kissing her neck, I remove her shirt, discovering she is braless underneath, her tits perfect, perky blush color circles awaiting my touch. I lap my wetness over her nipples, gaining a moan as she slides on top of my lap. “Let me grab a condom.” My voice is soft.
She whispers, “I’m on birth control, IUD, fill me up, birthday boy.”
Fuuuuucck. Is this girl real?
She lowers herself on top of me and starts riding my dick like a cowgirl, making me damn near come immediately. She rocks and pops her ass until I’m gripping her for life. She moans loudly, “Yes, yes, yes, Levi. Fuck.”
Disappointed that this is the only position that the car allows for, I hold on, thrusting up into her relentlessly as her dripping hole squeezes her come all over my dick.
She moans as her breath escapes her, her tits slapping together as she rides with speed and fire.
Drawing out her orgasm, she brings me to climax with her, milking me until we climax together, filling her with everything I have.
She sits in the seat next to me, catching her breath. “That was incredible. That was amazing.” She laughs, making me smile.
“Wait till I show you how I can work it.” She chuckles and hands me my boxers. I take them and slide them on. “Where is your thong?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure.” She laughs.
“Good, let me drip down your legs the rest of the night.” I kiss her cheek as she slides on her jean shorts.
“Thanks for the present, Peach. Best one ever.” Sliding out of the car now smelling of sex, I light a cigarette.
She sets her hand out silently, asking for one.
We lean against my car, taking in long drags.
“Why do you call me Peach?” Turning to look at her curious face, I blow out the smoke.
“Your ass is the perfect fucking shape. Looks just like a peach.” She smiles and flicks her cigarette.
“In that case, don’t stop. Maybe I'll let you claim that hole next.” Leaving me with that excellent thought in my mind, she walks back to the party. That is my kind of woman.
Walking back to the party, I hang back, gathering my bearings from the best fuck of my life.