1. Chapter One
CHAPTER ONE
ORA
Two Months Later
“Ora, that hot guy can’t take his eyes off you,” Lu says, brushing my long, dark hair behind my ear to speak into it. “I haven’t seen him around. Maybe he’s just passing through.”
I turn around, my back to the bar, but I don’t need to look to see the man in question. My eyes have been trailing him around the room from the second he walked inside. Tall and muscular, the man with dark hair and eyes is wearing a white button-down shirt he has rolled up his inked forearms and black dress pants that show off his perfect, tight ass. My gaze goes to the veins on his arms.
Arm porn, it’s a real thing.
He has a dangerous edge, and I don’t miss how the crowd parts for him every time he walks through them.
“You should go home with him,” Lu adds, smirking over her gin and tonic. Her green eyes are shaded in the smoky brown eyeshadow I put on her, her pouty lips a natural pinky tone. At five foot nothing, my best friend is tiny, even when she wears her stiletto heels I could only dream of walking in. At five foot six and in my block heels, I’m still much taller than her. “You just know he’d be a beast in the bedroom. I bet he talks you through it.”
“Lu.” I laugh but couldn’t agree with her more.
I’ve never had a one-night stand, but I can’t deny that every time our eyes meet across the dance floor, a pulse of chemistry shoots between us. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such visceral instant attraction to a man. Maybe Lu is right, and I should let myself live a little.
“He’s coming over,” Lu warns me, tucking an errant blonde curl behind her ear.
He’s even larger, closer up, easily towering over me. My eyes drift to his ripped biceps straining against his white shirt and then up to his tattooed throat before connecting with his gaze. Then I notice he has the longest lashes framing those dark eyes. And right now, they are filled with heat. His lips are plump and inviting, and I’m not going to lie—I want a taste.
Before he can approach me, however, another man does. He’s blond, lean, and has a sweet smile. “Dance with me.”
I’m pulled along with him before I can even reply. I’ve only just made it to the dance floor, and I’m about to have one dance with the persistent blond when the man I’d had my eyes on stops me with a large hand on my waist. It’s a possessive, bold hold, his fingers splaying across my stomach. My body heats with his touch, my nipples pebbling as I’m pulled back against his hard body.
“She’s mine ,” he declares to the blond, his voice low and lethal.
I shiver at his gravelly tone.
The blond instantly lets go and steps away with his hands up in submission.
I can’t really blame him because the man holding me has a few inches on him in height, wider, broader shoulders, and an aura of fuck around and find out.
“I don’t remember belonging to anyone,” I rasp as he takes my hand and leads me to the corner of the club, bringing my arms around his inked neck.
“Didn’t like him touching you,” is all he says. His voice is honeyed with lust, deep and full of hunger.
“And let me guess? You always get what you want?” I tease.
He smiles, and my breath catches in my throat. His thumb brushes my jaw, and I swallow hard.
I’m so turned on right now.
An older The Weeknd song plays, amplifying the already electric sensual vibes between us. His hands rest on my lower back, touching the slither of skin between my skirt and flowy red top. He moves with me, following my body as I gyrate in rhythm to the song.
Fuck.
He can dance—small movements, slight rolling of his hips with just the right amount of pressure. It’s sexual, sensual, and filled with a tension I’ve been searching for.
Our bodies move in tandem like they know each other. His hand tightens on my hip while the other slowly slides up my back to hold onto my nape. The hold is possessive.
“What’s your name?” he rasps, lips touching the shell of my ear.
“Ora,” I reply, giving him my nickname.
I pull back to look up at his ruggedly handsome face. “Yours?”
“Levi,” he replies, his dark gaze scanning my face before he dips his head and softly kisses my lips. He looks at me as if making sure it’s okay before he deepens the kiss, pushing me back against the wall, his tongue tasting mine. One song morphs into the next, and I know how much he wants me, his hard cock straining against his dress pants.
“Come to my hotel room,” he says in a husky tone.
It’s just one night, and he’s leaving anyway, so what’s the harm? I think to myself. I want him badly, and I don’t want to deny myself.
I turn around to look for Lu, but she’s not alone—she’s talking to Xanthe, a close friend of hers. She sees me watching her and waggles her eyebrows.
Levi follows my line of sight. “Your friend?”
“Yeah. Give me a second,” I reply before walking over to Lu. We have a strict we-go-together-we-leave-together policy, so I want to make sure she’s okay to get home.
“I’ll get a ride with Xanthe,” she says as soon as I approach. “You go and have fun.”
“Yeah, let us live vicariously through you,” Xanthe adds, grinning at me with a little wave. She’s an Asian beauty with silky long hair and a figure women would kill for, the smallest waist curving into a perfectly round butt.
“How are you?” I ask Xanthe, not wanting to be rude.
“Not as good as you,” she replies, her brown eyes widening while looking me over as Levi approaches.
Lu narrows her eyes on him, going from wing woman to protective best friend. Yeah, she wants me to get laid, but she wants it to be done safely. “Show me your driver’s license.”
Levi smirks but pulls out his wallet and hands it over. Lu takes a photo of it and mutters something about it being a damn good picture. “Anything happens to her, I’m coming for you.”
“She’s safe with me,” he promises, taking his ID back from her. “Do you both need a lift home?”
Lu and Xanthe shake their heads. “The night is young. We can share an Uber.”
“I’ll make sure she gets home okay,” Levi assures them, taking my hand in his. My heart races as his lips curve into a smile filled with dirty promises.
“Message me when you get home,” I tell Lu, who tells me to do the same.
And then, I’m led out of the club and across the street to a five-star hotel. As soon as the elevator doors shut, he’s on me, lifting me, his mouth on mine. My legs wrap around him as I hold onto his big build for dear life. I know nothing about this sexy man, and it only makes this whole experience more exciting. I wonder if he can feel how wet I am through my thin lace panties.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growls out, kissing down my neck, cradling my jaw in his strong hand to keep me in the position he wants me. He smells so good, like mint and leather, and I can’t wait for what’s to come.
Levi doesn’t put me down or stop kissing me when the elevator doors open, and the next time I open my eyes is when he’s laying me on the massive king-size bed. He gets on his knees and undoes my black strappy shoes, kissing my ankles before pulling down my skirt. He makes a deep sound in the back of his throat when he sees my panties. I remove my top for him, and his eyes darken as he takes in my see-through lace bra, my nipples grazing the delicate material. I have big breasts—a G cup—which look kind of ridiculous on my body, but it’s what I was born with. Men seem to fixate on them, and Levi is no exception.
“Fuck,” he grits out, losing his patience as he rips my panties clean off and buries his face between my thighs. Levi makes a sound of pure pleasure as he goes down on me as if he’s enjoying it as much as I am. I think that might be my new favorite sound. I spread my thighs farther apart, and we both moan together. He eats me like a starving man who has been without, like I’m his final meal.
Two fingers slide inside me, and he curls them, my back arching off the bed. I don’t want to come too quickly, but my orgasm hits me out of nowhere. Levi makes a sound of approval but moves away until he’s wrung every wave of pleasure out of me. Then he stands and undoes the buttons on his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. His body is packed with muscle and covered in tattoos. His neck, chest, and arms are fully done, but his abs remain untouched, allowing me to clearly see each corded muscle. He is flawless. When his lips tip into a lazy, knowing grin, I know he caught my admiration.
Levi kicks off his shoes, removes his pants while I’m still drooling over his six-pack, picks me up, and throws me onto the center of the bed.
Throws me.
Like I weigh nothing.
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a condom, rips it open, slides it on, braces himself over me, and looks down into my eyes. “It’s been a while for me.” He sounds almost apologetic.
“Me too,” I admit, swallowing hard as I look at his big cock.
Very big.
It’s thick, long, and almost angry-looking but kind of pretty at the same time.
“You think my cock is kind of pretty?” he asks, his broad shoulder shaking as he laughs.
Oh shit! I guess I said that out loud.
“Angry and pretty.” I gulp, and he grins, flashing straight white teeth. It’s so big, I’m not even sure if it’s going to fit.
“We will make it fit.” His lips twitch before they come back down on mine, letting me taste myself while he slides inside me in one smooth thrust. I feel so full and so turned on, and when he starts moving, I moan against his mouth and dig my nails into his back.
“So wet.” He groans, lifting himself off me in a push-up motion before fucking me. “That’s it, fucking take all of it.”
His lips find my breasts, squeezing them together and sucking and biting on my nipples as he continues to drive into me. When he pulls away, I run my fingers across his chest and down his abs, and his muscles tense under my touch. I’ve never seen a body like his in real life. I stare down between us, watching his cock working its magic while Levi gently grabs my throat and lifts my face back up to look at him.
“Keep those eyes on me,” he orders as he hits a spot that makes me moan and almost pushes me over the edge. “Fuck, you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
We don’t break eye contact. He doesn’t let me hide, and it’s intense. More so than I’ve ever experienced before. I think I’d do anything he asked of me right now, and that is a scary thought.
A good dick shouldn’t hold so much power, but his is like a magical wand.
“I’m going to come,” I warn.
“Not yet, you’ll come when I say,” he growls out.
“Levi—”
“Not yet, wait for me.” He groans again, his rhythm faltering as he picks up his strokes. I’m right on the edge, and if he doesn’t hurry up, I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer.
“Fuck! Now . Come all over my dick,” he commands, and my body submits, my orgasm hitting me. I come long and hard. I’ve never finished at the same time as someone, and that’s an experience in itself. My legs shake, and heat spreads, a tidal wave of pleasure taking over my body.
Levi throws his head back and curses but still watches my face and maintains that connection. His chest rises with each deep breath. He slides off me and heads to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, I’m guessing, and I hear the faucet run.
I’m not sure what I’m meant to do now, but not wanting to overstay my welcome, I sit up and pick up my bra.
Levi comes back out, frowning. “What are you doing? I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh,” I whisper.
His lip twitches as he lays back on the bed and looks over at me with hungry eyes. “Be a good girl and sit on my face, Ora.”
Well, seeing as he asked so nicely, I’ll do exactly as I’m told.