by Aly Martinez
He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’m not really sure yet. But I’m gonna need you to stop licking your lips long enough for me to figure it out.” His mouth cracked into a wide grin, and my shoulders relaxed.
Now that was a flash of my Sam.
“Want to tell me what’s going on?” I asked.
“It’s just… I think this is the first time I’ve realized that you’re some big-time celebrity. I might be in over my head here, Designer Shoes.”
“I just make music, Sam.” I returned his smile and very slowly prowled in his direction. “Imagine how I feel though. You’re Samuel Nathan Rivers. A tough, tattooed furniture designer who makes six figures a year but is too afraid to tell his mommy he votes democratic.” I giggled as he frowned humorously. Stopping in front of him, I dragged a fingernail down his chest then teased the waistband of his jeans. “Have you considered that maybe I’m the one who’s in over her head here?” I leaned forward to nip at his lips, but he spun us around.
“Excellent point. I’m going to need you to try really hard to keep it together, Levee. You haven’t even seen my six-pack and huge cock, yet.” He smirked and attempted to return my nip, but I stepped out of his reach.
“You brought beer and chicken?” I feigned excitement.
That one corny joke was all it took to bring my Sam back completely.
With a sexy smile and a coy shrug, he seductively backed me toward the bed. “What can I say? I like to be prepared.”
“Clearly,” I breathed.
He moved in close so his lips were only a centimeter away, but for as much as I wanted him, it was agonizing. “Clearly,” he repeated, his smoky yet sweet breath breezing across my mouth.
His strong arm looped around my waist, tugging me against his chest, while I stared into his hooded eyes, eagerly waiting for him to make a move.
Any move.
Every move.
Sam
Her eyes were pleading. A plea I had every intention of answering—in time.
My time. Not hers.
After sliding my hand down the small of her back, I let it splay over her ass.
“It’s hot in here. Maybe you should take this off?” I tugged at the fabric of her dress.
A laugh sprang from her mouth. “That was your line? ‘It’s hot in here’?”
“It wasn’t a line.”
“It’s freezing in here. It was absolutely a line.” She continued to laugh but wrapped her arms around my neck. Our breath was twisting between us in the only small gap our flush bodies had left.
“I haven’t even taken them out yet and you’re already busting my balls.” I grazed my teeth over her bottom lip.
She lazily closed her eyes and went in for the kiss. Taking a move from her play book, I swayed out of her reach.
Groaning because of the miss, she popped her eyes open. “Sorry. It’s just that you started off so strong with the huge-cock thing,” she teased even further, bursting into laughter all over again.
“You seriously need to stop laughing,” I replied, not even the slightest bit annoyed.
There were a ton of reasons why millions of people swooned over Levee on a daily basis, but seeing her up close as she lost herself in a snarky joke, I knew they were missing all the best parts.
I watched with a smirk as heat blazed through my veins until she finally sobered. Her smile was still filled with humor—an expression that was quickly becoming my favorite. And, like a judge and jury, my cock confirmed it by swelling between us.
Suddenly, a different smile formed, and mischief lifted the corners of her mouth.
I had been wrong. That one was unquestioningly better.
Fuck, I’m in trouble with this woman. Mainly because I knew the real trouble would be if I didn’t get her naked—soon.
Thankfully, we shared that feeling.
She cupped my straining erection. “Then give me a reason not to laugh, Sam.”
Not. A. Fucking. Problem.
With a growl, I crushed my mouth over hers and lifted her off the ground. I attempted to toss her onto the bed, but at the last second, she wrapped her legs around my hips, dragging me down on top of her. She laughed into my mouth as our teeth painfully clanked together. It transformed into a moan when my hard-on blissfully landed against her core.
“Fuck,” I hissed as she rolled her hips into mine.
“What’s wrong, Sam?” she asked innocently.
I would have answered, but with only two layers of clothing stopping me from planting myself to the hilt inside her, I was done talking.
Done joking.
Hell, I was even done listening to her laugh.
I was suddenly in the mood to make her come—hard.
And fast.
Then I wanted to come—slowly.
And repeatedly.
Trailing kisses up her neck and over to her ear, I tugged at the hem of her dress. “Do you want this on or off while I’m licking your pussy?”
She froze, and as I’d hoped, her laughter fell silent.
As a victorious smile spread across my mouth, she abruptly sat up and started trying to reach the zipper on the back of her dress. “Off. And, for future reference, you should have led with that instead of the ‘hot in here’ bullshit.”
“Agreed.” I nodded, yanking the zipper down and peeling the dress over her head.
In a black lace bra and a matching pair of boy shorts, she reclined back onto the bed. I didn’t follow her down; I sat back on my heels and openly gawked.
Levee was thin, borderline too thin, but she was still stunning. Her flat stomach guided my gaze up to small-but-full breasts overflowing the lace. Just under the fabric, I could make out the peak of her nipples, and my mouth watered to taste them.
I brushed my fingers across the swell of her cleavage. “I’m going to detour to these first. I’ll personally apologize to your pussy for the delay.”
A corner of her mouth twitched. “That better be one hell of an apology.”
I palmed both of her breasts. “Are you planning to stop talking any time soon?”
Arching into my touch, she gasped. “I don’t know. Are you?”
I shifted one of my hands to the bed to hold my weight as I hovered on my knees above her. “Yep. Right”—I placed a damp kiss to her chest—“now.”
Without any further warning, I popped her nipple from her bra and sealed my mouth around it.
“Shit,” she cursed with hands flying to fist my hair and hips circling up off the bed. “Ahhh,” she moaned as my tongue laved at her nipple.
Then I switched to the other before repeating the process.
Her hips continued to search the space between us for some source of friction. I could have offered her my leg, but I feared my cock would sprout arms and claw its way out of my jeans if I had to feel her riding my thigh.
With my mouth still at her breast, Levee clawed at my shirt, tugging it up my back. “Take this off.”
I sat up long enough for her to tear it over my head, but when I tried to take her breast again, a hand against my chest stopped me. My gaze flipped to hers, and much to my surprise—and excitement—Levee was a gawker too.
“Fuck,” she cursed, dragging a single fingernail over the ridges of my abs.
I had a torso full of tattoos I’d expected her to inspect for the first time, but as she pushed against my chest again, her eyes were glued to the outline of my hard-on in my jeans.
After licking her lips, she ordered, “Lie down.”
“Funny. I was just about to tell you to do the same thing.” I gently urged her down with one hand while dropping the other to the lace between her legs.
She gasped and threw her head back, grinding herself into my touch while tracing her hands up and down my stomach. “Sam,” she breathed, pausing to take my mouth in a rough kiss. “Can we speed this up?”
“We can now,” I mumbled into her mouth.
With one swift movement, I pushed her panties aside
and pressed two fingers inside her drenched pussy. Her legs fell to the sides as she collapsed backwards on the bed.
“Yes,” she hissed, fisting the sheets.
Kneeling on the edge of the bed, I stared at her hips, which were fluidly rolling against my hand. I could have watched all night, but the memory of her breasts in my mouth was still fresh.
“Take your bra off.” I twisted my hand as punctuation.
She didn’t delay in sitting up, sliding it down her arms, then discarding it off the side of her bed. Her eyes and her smirk were confident, but she immediately pushed her hands into her hair, forcing her breasts together like some sort of bikini model. Fuck. Levee’s body was incredible, and the last thing I wanted was her trying to alter my view in any way.
One by one, I removed my fingers. Her mouth fell open in protest, but I tugged her hands from her hair and placed them around my neck.
“Don’t do that. Not to me.”
“Do what?”
I settled on my side next to her. “Try to strike a pose like I’m some cameraman looking for the perfect shot of you.”
“I didn’t,” she huffed.
Gripping the back of her neck, I dragged her mouth up to mine and swallowed her lie. “Yes, you did, Designer Shoes. But I’m not here for a photo shoot. I’m here for the real thing.”
At the familiar nickname, her eyes lit.
“I’m not perfect, and I’d really appreciate if we could pretend you aren’t, either, while I have my fingers inside you.”
She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, holding it so long that it became unnerving. Finally, those whiskey browns opened, emanating freedom with every blink.
“Okay,” she whispered, dropping her arms to the sides, revealing herself completely.
“There she is.” I pecked her lips and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “You’re gorgeous, Levee. Even more right now than when you’re on the cover of a magazine trying to be.”
Her cheeks turned pink as she tried to fight back unshed emotion.
Even that battle was beautiful.
Several seconds later, a laugh bubbled from her chest. “That was some serious cheese dickery, Sam.”
I smiled down at her. It really was. “It was also the truth.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” She shrugged. “But I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.” Her teasing gaze faded away as desire once again filled her eyes, which sent blood sprinting back to my cock. “No more talking. Touch me, Sam.” She took my mouth and tried to lead my hand back between her legs, complaining as I resisted.
“Shhh,” I urged between kisses.
She grumbled in frustration, “I need—”
I cut her off. Using her wrist, I guided her hand down to my denim-covered cock. “Me. You need me.”
I only knew because I needed her.
And, as her face softened, the truth tumbled from her mouth. “I really do.”
“Then take it.”
It was just that simple. I was there to be with her. She could have me in any and every way she wanted.
Without another word, she unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand inside, wrapping it possessively around my cock.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
It was promptly followed by a curse of her own when her palm made contact with the metal of my apadravya.
I hadn’t even caught my breath as her mouth collided with mine. Her hand continuously worked my cock—her thumb rolling over the metal at the tip with every upstroke. It wasn’t long before a familiar sensation formed in my balls—entirely too soon.
“Levee, wait.”
The words had barely cleared my lips when she pushed me off-balance and onto the bed beside her. In only a pair of panties, Levee climbed off the bed without even releasing her grip on my cock.
“Up,” she ordered, standing between my legs.
“Up what?” I asked, shocked by our sudden role reversal.
I attempted to sit up only to be forced back down. Her hand fell away to shimmy the denim off my hips.
“Toe your shoes off,” she ordered.
This bossy side of Levee took me aback, but she was almost naked…trying to get me naked.
I did as I’d been told.
Levee began a frenzied task of undressing me, not even glancing back up into my eyes until she was satisfied with my jeans, boxers, and socks all lying on the floor at her feet.
“God, Sam,” she breathed, dropping to her knees and once again gripping my impossibly hard cock.
“Wait.” I sat up and tried to pull her back to her feet. “I go first. I mean, you go… Son of a… Fuck!” I lost all conscious thought as she dipped her head and circled her tongue around the head of my cock.
“Your dick’s pierced.” Her hand stroked a relentless rhythm from base to tip.
“I… Fuck… Ugh.” My muscles tensed as I glided through her hand. “Is it? I thought they all looked like that.”
“So fucking thick.” She went back down for another lick. Collapsing back on the bed, I gave up on my objections.
She could officially go first.
I continued to fire off cuss words and random thoughts as she stroked and licked my shaft, teasing the barbell that ran vertically through the head. When she finally slid my cock to the back of her throat, I came unglued.
“Shit, woman.” I threaded a hand into her hair, attempting to pull her up.
Levee wasn’t done yet.
But I was.
Tucking my hands under her arms, I dragged her onto the bed.
“Sam!” she squealed.
Rising to my feet, I had only one answer. “I’m fucking you.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. Toying with the ends of her hair, she unnaturally pressed her perfect tits together. I quirked a pointed eyebrow in a not-so-subtle command. She promptly dropped her arms to the sides. Dragging my gaze away, I found my jeans and retrieved a condom from my wallet while silently cursing myself for not having brought a whole damn box.
Levee watched from the bed with her knees bent and wide open for me. Her hair fanned out around her as her hips squirmed from side to side.
She was showing off. And while I loved it, it wasn’t enough and she knew it.
“Get rid of those.” I barked, flashing my gaze down to her panties.
Her lips twisted in a smile, but she quickly obeyed, seductively sliding them down her legs. Then she twirled them on her finger before ceremoniously dropping them to the ground.
A growl rumbled my chest as she brazenly opened her legs, revealing a smooth, glistening pussy just waiting for me to drive into it.
“I’m gonna need more condoms,” I announced, ripping the foil packet open.
“I have some.” She guided her hand down between her legs and rubbed a circle over her clit.
Christ.
This. Woman.
“Keep going,” I said as I rolled the condom on. “You ready for me?”
“You? Not even close,” she whispered shyly. Then her eyes turned dark, and a sinful grin appeared on her lips. “Your dick though? Absolutely.”
I swallowed hard. Suddenly, I was afraid I wasn’t ready for Levee, either. But, as my pulse sped, I prowled up the bed, ready to take the risk just to feel her.
Her fingers continuously circled her clit, and I lowered my hand to join them. She was soaked and I couldn’t help bringing it to my lips for a taste.
“Mmmm,” I purred as she lifted her wet fingers to my mouth, offering me a second course I was more than willing to accept. “I fuck you. Then we’re taking a shower. Then I’m eating you until I get hard again.” I glided my cock through her folds.
Her head pressed back into the pillow as she arched off the bed.
Bending down, I roughly grazed my teeth over her nipple. “Then we’ll start the cycle over again.”
“You’ll have to smoke at some point,” she taunted even as she writhed under me.
“Not if you’re occupying my mouth and han
ds,” I smarted back.
Then, without warning, I drove hard inside her.
We both cried a blessed curse then stilled to allow our bodies time to adjust. For me, adjusting meant spending the moment pleading with my balls not to fire off inside her.
“Are you okay?” I panted.
“I’m going to come as soon as you move. Fair warning.”
I chuckled then stared at my cock slowly sliding out before filling her again.
“Ahhhh!” she cried out in ecstasy. “Stop watching and kiss me.”
I wouldn’t deny her that. I was desperate for her mouth again anyway. Dropping to my elbows, I less-than-gently covered her mouth.
Mmmm…mangos.
Levee clung to my back as her muscles tensed around my cock with every swipe of my tongue in her mouth. I didn’t even need to move, but as her hips began to rock against me, it became obvious she did.
Looping an arm under her leg, I pressed it up to her shoulder, opening her even wider for me. With her nails raking up my back, I pumped into her. She wasn’t exaggerating. Approximately four thrusts later, she came while crying my name. With her tight pussy milking me as she lost herself beneath me, I didn’t make it much longer before I joined her.
I came on promises of giving her more.
What worried me was I didn’t even know what kind of more I was offering.
The words didn’t feel sexual even as I emptied inside her.
I just knew I wanted to give it to her.
So. Much. More.
Chapter Ten
Levee
FRESH FROM A shower where Sam had used his fingers to give me earth-shaking orgasm number two, I watched him, wrapped in only a towel, smoking on my balcony. He was so obviously freezing his ass off, but it was a glorious sight. I hated that he was a smoker—but, God, he looked sexy as he did it.
It was after three a.m. when my phone started ringing on my nightstand. It was Henry, and while it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to drunk dial, it still worried me that he’d call so late.
I snatched it up immediately. “Hello?”
“Tell me he’s lying?”
“What?”
“Please God, Levee. Tell me he’s full of shit and you aren’t seriously trying to kill yourself.”
