“I’m sure,” Levi said. “I’ve never brought a girl home before, so…”
A smile grew on my lips, and I ran my hands up his chest, practically purring out, “Never brought a girl home? Hmm. So I’d be the first?” A stupid question; it was what he just said. Call me an idiot.
I’d be the first, and hopefully the last.
Whoa. Okay, that was a little much. That was…talking about the future and further down the line. I wasn’t comfortable thinking that far ahead, was I? Not in the past, but now…now the future was all I could think about, because I didn’t want Levi to disappear from my life. I didn’t want to wake up one morning and think to myself: I’m not going to see him today, or ever again. A life without Levi was a life I didn’t want.
This man was everything to me. I’d said it as an insult before, but now I meant it in a different way when I said Levi ruined me. He ruined me for other guys. He took my world and turned it upside down, and the worst part? He made me like it, made me love him. I was helpless in the hands of this man, which went against everything I used to stand for.
“Yeah,” he spoke softly, his eyes half-lidded. “We can also catch up on the app, too.”
Ah, right. So it wouldn’t be all lovey-dovey, Kelsey, meet my mom; Mom, meet Kelsey. It would also be about checking the last week of videos those cameras had caught. Hopefully there’d be something we could use, something that painted Dean in the wrong light.
I had no idea what that would be, but I knew it’d be something. There had to be something.
“Sounds like a plan,” I murmured, bringing my face to his, meeting his lips with mine. I would never get used to the way Levi tasted, or how he felt when he held me close. How his lips parted and let my tongue play with his, the groans that left him when I nibbled his bottom lip and ran my tongue over it, teasing, begging.
Levi was slow to move, crawling over me, pinning me down with his lean, strong frame. I felt so small underneath him, his muscles drowning everything out. My world spun each time we were together, my mind and body on a high no other guy or drug could ever replicate. Levi was my drug. He was mine, and I was never going to give him up. Not again.
We’d both fucked up. We’d both made some horrible decisions we regretted, but if I let our pasts dictate what our futures held, I knew I’d only add onto that pile of remorse.
No. I needed him, and he needed me. We were only whole when we were with each other.
Levi took his mouth from mine, dragging it to my neck, showering my throat with fervent, passionate kisses that took my breath away and made my heart beat a mile a minute in my chest. Thud, thud, thud; I could practically hear it when his hands traveled down my body, cupping and pushing against my breasts for only a split moment before going even lower, working to undo the button on my jeans.
His azure stare met mine as his head followed suit, moving down. He yanked those jeans off me like a master, like he’d done it a thousand times already. Maybe he had; I’d lost count of how many times we’d been together. There was no greater stress-reliever than sex, after all, and when it came to Levi, there was no man better suited for the job.
The next thing he helped off my body was my underwear. He slid those black panties off me almost too slowly, giving me a half smirk that drove me wild. Strong hands spread apart my thighs once my lower half was free of all clothing, and his gaze ate me up, raking across the most intimate part of my body like he owned it.
And he did. If my body ever belonged to someone else, it was him, just as his body was mine.
I let out a low moan the moment his head lowered to my sex, his tongue flicking out and swirling around my clit before adding pressure on it and sucking. My eyelids slammed shut; I could no longer watch him give me head. It was too much.
At least, that’s what I thought, until I felt him stick a finger inside of me, not letting up on my aching nub. My back arched of its own accord, letting his finger fuck me deeper, harder. Every nerve inside of my body exploded with pleasure when Levi’s teeth lightly dragged across my clit, and I couldn’t stifle the cry that escaped me when the orgasm came. My fingers held onto the sheets, my lungs heaving for breath, but the man wasn’t done with me yet.
His mouth left my clit, but his finger still worked inside of me, and with a hazy, lust-filled gaze, Levi whispered, “You really are fucking gorgeous, Kelsey.”
No one in my life had ever called me that except him, and it blew my mind that anyone could find me, Kelsey freaking Yates, fucking gorgeous. I wasn’t the gorgeous type. I wasn’t a model. I wasn’t tall and skinny; I was the girl next door type. Short, brown hair the color of literal shit, with an attitude to match. Not gorgeous material.
But still he insisted on calling me that, and it drove me nuts. But in a good way.
Levi was slow to pull his finger out of me, and I was able to peek my eyes open to watch him work on getting off his own jeans, his erection present with the bulge in his pants. Honestly, there was nothing better than seeing that bulge and knowing it was there for me and me alone.
The moment his cock sprang free, eight inches of hard, veiny-ness, I swallowed. Some people didn’t look better naked. Some guys you just wanted to ask them to tuck it back away, but this guy? Oh, no. If I was fucking gorgeous, he was a fucking Greek god brought to life, every single inch of him glorious and sinfully sexy.
He whipped off his shirt, baring his muscled torso, flexing a bit, letting me see his hairless chest flex and harden. There was no better sight in the world. Levi helped me out of my shirt and my bra, tossing them to the floor beside us, and then it was his body on mine, his body heat invading mine, and my skin accepted it eagerly.
Levi pushed inside of me with one hard jerk of his hips, and I let out a groan as he filled me up to the brink. It wasn’t that hard to do, especially with his length being so long.
“Fuck,” I whispered, muttering the word under my breath as I dragged my nails down his back, a bit hard, but I liked it when I left a mark, and I was pretty sure he did, too. My hands then went to his ass, holding onto the sides of his cheeks as he started to thrust, pounding into me with reckless, wild abandon.
My body was on fire. Felt like literal fire any time he was near me. My senses were heightened, every single part of me feeling Levi’s cock somehow. The pleasure, the sensation of giving in completely, losing myself in someone else. I never knew it could feel so good before Levi, before I faced the fact and admitted to myself that I was so deeply in love with this man.
Who knew sex could feel even better when love was involved? When it wasn’t just a random hookup? I never thought…I never knew—well, it turned out there were a lot of things I didn’t know, but with Levi here, we’d figure them out together.
Levi’s hips rocked back and forth, our moans intertwining and mixing, creating new sounds in the air. We made love like people who never wanted to come up for air. We fucked like animals, wild and free, grasping and needy. We were united in the way people hardly were. A love so fierce it burned down any obstacle that sat in its way.
It grew to be too much for me, and my body shuddered with another orgasm, my inner walls clenching around his cock as I cried out, nails digging into his ass, helping him prod deeper into me.
Levi watched me come, a hungry, desperate look on his face. It wasn’t too much longer before he found his own release, throwing his head back as his hips rocketed his cock into me, my body taking everything he gave. Sweat lined his brow, his skin a bit flushed, and he was unhurried in pulling out of me, plopping down beside me and giving me a long, hard kiss that told me he needed a five-second break.
That was fine. During his five-second break, after the kiss was done, I reached for my phone and texted my parents about our new Thanksgiving arrangements. Wouldn’t want them to get their hopes up or anything.
It was when I was on top of Levi, riding his once-again hard cock like a wild horse that needed to be broken in, when my phone dinged. I left it on the edge of the bed, and a
s I rocked along Levi’s cock, I glanced at the message.
“Fuck,” I muttered, this time not an exclamation of sensual pleasure. This time I’d meant it as a curse.
Through gritted teeth, Levi managed to say, “What is it?”
I moved to set my hands on his chest, breathing hard. My nipples were hardened points, my skin red from the workout of riding him. “Looks like we’ll be having two Thanksgivings.” My blasted parents refused to let me spend it with Levi. At least not all of it.
I’d spend Thanksgiving with him and his mom, and then the weekend with mine.
I could not emphasis how miserable that was going to be for the both of us, but it was too late to turn back now. We’d already passed the point of no return.
Well. This should be fun.
Chapter Seventeen – Levi
When Wednesday came, I grew antsy, my anxiety only festering when I started to pack a bag for the weekend. I was bringing Kelsey home, and she was going to meet my mom. It wasn’t even the fact that I’d never brought a girl home before—it was something else.
My mom…she wasn’t the nicest person around. It’s where I got it from, I think. My dad wasn’t in the picture, hadn’t been in the picture for a very long time.
Everything would be fine. We’d get through the weekend, spend some quality time together away from SCC, and it would all be good. I’d even meet her parents, so I guessed you could say things were serious.
But that was the thing with me and Kelsey, wasn’t it? Things were always serious. Things had never been just for fun between us, not even if you went back and looked at the first night we were together, when she’d come to the Sigma Chi house looking to get fucked up. Even then, I’d known this girl was doing something to me. Changing me. Making me want things I never wanted before.
Dean and most of the other guys in the house had already left to go home. Technically the Greek houses weren’t like the dorms; you could stay over the holiday if you wanted, but most of campus was going to be shut down. No food places open, nothing. Everyone in the dorms had to go home for the holidays, or at the very least they just had to get out. Most students cut their Wednesday classes to go home early, but me? I waited.
I was nervous. Too nervous to go home early and introduce Kelsey to my mom sooner.
It was almost laughable how strange it was. I wasn’t the kind of guy who got nervous, but here, with Kelsey, I did. Getting so nervous only meant that I cared, didn’t it?
Oh, well. When my bag was packed, I slung it over my shoulders and left the house, making sure the front door was locked behind me. One foot in front of the other, I headed to the car lot, finding my vehicle amongst the mostly-empty space. Funny how different this parking lot looked when it was devoid of most of its cars; it looked bigger.
I got in and drove to her dorm building, pulling in the turnaround and waiting for her. Just to make sure she knew I was there, I texted her. The radio was turned down, and I waited a few minutes for her, all the while glancing around, making sure none of my fraternity brothers popped up. You never knew when you’d come across one of those asshats.
Kelsey appeared soon enough, a backpack slung over her shoulders, a hat on her head, stopping her wild hair from whipping around too much in the wind. She still wore her usual ensemble: sneakers, jeans, and a hoodie. The weather now was about twenty degrees too cold for a hoodie to be comfortable, but that didn’t seem to stop her.
After throwing her bag in the back, she got in the front seat beside me, tossing me a look. She didn’t lean over the center console and kiss me—that would’ve been too normal. Instead she just grinned and said, “Let’s get this show on the road, amigo.”
I rolled my eyes, grinning only slightly, and did as she said.
During the drive, we didn’t talk much. We weren’t one of those couples that constantly needed to fill the silence of the area in order to feel close. It took a special kind of person to be comfortable with the silence.
It wasn’t like we needed to talk about our parents. We’d already gone over the rules and how to act in front of them. Basically, both Kelsey and I had to be on our best behavior. Was going to be a little difficult, but I was willing to try, just as she was. Whether or not our parents believed the act was up for debate. I guessed we’d see.
I didn’t live too far from campus; about forty minutes. It was in the opposite direction of Kelsey’s house though, so we’d have a bit of a drive once it was time to trade off and head to her folks’ place.
I personally didn’t think it was anything special, just a house with a yard, but the moment I pulled us into the driveway, Kelsey’s mouth fell open a bit, and she held in a gasp as she looked around.
“This is your house?” she asked as I put the car into park, glancing at the recently-built two-story house.
It was a nice enough home, I supposed. Clean grey siding with some stone accents, white trim with black shutters to play off the colors. A two-car garage, although we had another one around back for the lawnmower and all the other yard-care tools. A neatly manicured lawn even though it was cold outside, not a single leaf or blade of grass out of place. My mom used to take care of it, never trusting me to get it done correctly, but I was pretty sure she paid a company now to come and take care of it while she was at work.
“Yeah,” I said, slowly getting out of the car.
Kelsey did the same, though she could not get her eyes off the house. “It’s nice.”
I grabbed both our bags from the back, noting the impressed tone she wore. Personally, I didn’t think it was that nice, but I guessed depending on what she was used to, this might be the Taj Mahal. It wasn’t a mansion or anything, just one of those newer houses in a development that was also pretty new. We’d moved here about ten years ago.
“I mean, it’s a lot nicer than my house,” Kelsey said as she followed me to the front door.
After letting us in, I gave her a quick tour. My mom wasn’t home yet, but she’d be in an hour or so. She worked crazy hours, always having clients want to meet her at all hours of the day. She was a therapist, so she made pretty decent money. It’s why she insisted my schooling was so important.
Our house was spick and span, and it was exactly how I remembered it being a few months ago. It was almost as if Mom herself hardly lived here, never touching anything or making any messes. She wasn’t that type of person. Anytime she made a mess, she had to clean it up almost immediately. Thanksgiving, for that reason alone, was her least favorite holiday.
All of the food. All of the dishes. It drove her mad.
We ended up in my room, where I set down the bags. Kelsey, of course, would be staying in the guest bedroom down the hall. My mom would have an aneurysm if Kelsey stayed in my room.
I didn’t think my room was anything special. Most of it was plain. I never really had many hobbies, didn’t collect anything. No books or movies or anything else people our age collected. I had my bed, a tall dresser, a short dresser, a nightstand, and a TV hanging on the wall opposite my bed. The walls were bare, nothing hanging on them save for that TV.
Kelsey made her way to my bed, practically throwing herself on it. She rolled to her back, gazing around the room. “Damn,” she said, looking all around, “do you even have a personality? Because this room is so blah.”
“Blah?” I repeated, grinning as I moved toward her. I’d set both bags down near the foot of the bed. Standing before her, my hands found her knees, spreading them apart around my waist. “You’re calling my room blah? Really?”
“Look at it,” she said, as if I hadn’t spent the last ten years growing up and looking at these very walls. “There’s not a hint of a personality here. If I judged you based on your room alone, I’d say you were a boring—” Kelsey didn’t get the chance to say anything else, because I bent down and pressed my lips to hers, stifling whatever insult was about to come out of her mouth.
Now wasn’t the time to get handsy, but if being handsy shut her up for a whi
le, I was all for it.
Plus, you know, my mom wasn’t home yet, and with the door open, we’d hear her come home.
Kelsey let out a low moan into my throat, wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling me down to her, my body leaning over the edge, pinning her to the bed beneath me. It was funny how a mere kiss could send my body spiraling, but that’s exactly what happened. The harder our lips joined, the longer the push and pull between us lasted, the more I wanted to throw all caution to the wind and have her right here and now.
If we fucked under these sheets, would her scent rub off on them? Would I be able to still smell her here during Christmas break? We were spending all of Thanksgiving break with each other, but Christmas was another story. That was a holiday that meant more to a lot of people, and hopefully by then we wouldn’t have to deal with Dean anymore.
I pressed my hips into hers, making her feel the hardness growing in my jeans. Her lips parted, and for a few moments our tongues met and danced together in the way they always should. Even if I spent every waking moment with this girl, it still wouldn’t be enough. Always hungry for more, greedy for her. Everything she had to give, I’d take without question.
Kelsey was mine, and if I ever saw that drunk vampire who she fucked while away, while trying to prove to herself that we weren’t written in the stars, I’d fucking kill him. Those hands, this body…would never touch anyone else again.
Kelsey tore her lips off mine, asking in a whisper, “How long do we have until your mom gets home?”
Talking about my mom with an erection throbbing between my legs wasn’t my ideal scenario, but I figured this was Kelsey’s way of asking if we had enough time. To that all I could say was, “I’m not sure.” To be safe, we probably shouldn’t do anything, but…
Well, it was Kelsey and me we were talking about. There was no safe when it came to either one of us.
Setting her hand on my chest, she pushed me off her, backing me up until I stood near the bed. Kelsey slunk off the side of the bed, on her knees before me.
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