by Bethany-Kris
Lev understood the need.
“Yeah,” she finally uttered. “I guess I do.”
“That’s what matters.”
And that she was safe.
Besides, it wasn’t like Lev was a saint or anything, but he did have a fucking conscience and some semblance of a moral compass despite what his life might suggest. Earlier his intentions with Gigi had only been to try to have a quick fuck with the girl that looked like his wettest goddamn dreams. Making sure she got home really was the absolute least he could do.
With a wave at the apartment building, Lev said, “I’m sure you don’t need me to walk you to your door, but if you want, I’ll wait until you’re inside. It’s been a fucked up night and all. No need to make it worse.”
Taking a peek over her shoulder, Gigi let out a soft laugh. “Funny.”
“What is?”
She didn’t look back at him right away. An approaching couple walking a dog that looked more like a rat didn’t move sideways as they passed Lev, making him take a couple of steps forward to avoid crushing their little rat-dog on the way by. It also put him far closer to Gigi, and it wasn’t lost on him how she had to tip her head up just a bit when she did finally turn back around to face him on the street.
The girl was all legs.
Tall as fuck, and he loved it.
She still had to look up at him. It kind of made him want to get his hands on the smooth column of her throat while she stared up at him, and he could see every inch of her face when he leaned down to kiss her. The way her gaze followed his oncoming lips that promised a taste of something wicked and good. Would she close her eyes this time, or leave the green orbs wide open for him to drown in?
Either way ...
He liked it all.
“I said funny,” Gigi said, the heat in her tone unmistakable to his ears on the quiet street, “because this was not how I thought the night was going to end. I thought ... well, the way you seemed at the bar and then you kissed me—”
“My lamest line ever. Had to take a shot, didn’t I? At least I got a kiss—that was worth everything.”
It wasn’t a lie.
He could still taste her. No doubt, there were more parts of her that he would give his left nut to get a taste of, too, but he couldn’t afford to focus on that right now. Life had a way of laughing at Lev whenever it could. Including right now.
“Because you did, right?” she asked, her teeth nibbling on the edge of her bottom lip as she spoke. “You wanted to.”
He grinned.
It was almost cute how she wouldn’t say it.
Or couldn’t.
“Yeah,” Lev said, his stare drifting down to the lipstick stain on her mouth and how her tongue ran along the seam of her rounded upper lip. “I was just trying to take you down—see if you’d let me fuck you. No hard feelings, though.”
Her cheeks pinked at his lack of shame and how easily he let the words slip out. Despite the heat in her color that suggested she didn’t know what to do with what he just said, she still didn’t look away from him. Not for a second. He was probably more attracted to that than anything else.
“Guess my game just wasn’t on tonight,” Lev added with a wink.
“It was. Still is.”
Her words were a breath, then. Barely there at all.
Yet, he heard every single word and felt them, too. Especially the way they thickened his throat and cock at the same fucking time in two entirely different ways. He was all too aware of the fact they were standing on a public sidewalk, but he’d be a damn liar if he tried to say that made a difference to the fact, he’d probably fuck her right there if she asked.
All he had to do was look at her. The sight of her was worth the charge he’d catch for doing it.
“It’s almost three in the morning,” she told him, “I should really just get some sleep, but my roommate probably didn’t come home. I’m not sure I’d sleep anyway after tonight and you’re already here ...”
Lev flashed his teeth in a grin. “Girl, if you ask me to go into that building ... you’ll be lucky if we get to your apartment before I take another taste of you. That’s just facts. I need you to know it.”
What she did to him, that was. How he didn’t seem to have any sense of control. It wasn’t that he disliked it, but it wasn’t something Lev was used to, either. It only felt fair to give her a warning.
Gigi shrugged, suddenly all unashamed and a little more brazen than before. There was something enthralling about a woman finding something she liked and then deciding she was going to take it. It just so happened to be that she would like to have him, and he was very much willing to give her what she wanted.
All nine and a half inches.
His tongue and fingers, too.
Wherever the fuck she wanted them.
“Well, try.” Gigi flashed a sexy smile that had his stomach clenching, and his rock-hard dick jerking against the constraints of his boxer-briefs and denim jeans. “I still have to live here. For a little while, anyway.”
What did that mean?
Lev didn’t care to ask because, in the next second, Gigi closed the bit of distance between them and lifted to the tips of her toes to press a kiss to his lips. It was nothing like the kiss back at the bar. Her intent was so much clearer with the way her tongue struck out to tease his parting lips and in how fast she pulled away.
Turning to the building, she peered back at him to ask, “Coming?”
There was only one appropriate response.
“Oh, we both will.”
• • •
Lev hadn’t lied when he said they wouldn’t make it inside Gigi’s apartment before he took another taste of her. He did, at least, try to keep his hands to himself as they climbed the three flights to the hallway where her apartment was located at the far end.
She tested his self-control the entire way by reaching back to let the tips of her fingers dance over the skin of his wrist, or his jaw ... wherever she could touch. Every bat of her lashes and each teasing smile tossed over her leather-clad shoulder had him inching closer until he was pressed against her back while she fumbled through her bag to find the keys for the door.
That’s when he took his chance.
The hallway was quiet, after all. It was nearly three—she said it, not him. Who was up at this time of night?
Just them, by the looks of it.
Lev would have told Gigi that he’d noticed keys sticking out of the side pocket on the bag, while she was busy fumbling inside the main compartment. The nape of her neck looked too delicate to bother with all of that. She’d pushed her wavy hair over her shoulder on their way up the second flight of stairs. He found himself staring at the little daisy tattoo that had been hidden there and wondered what it might taste like.
He decided to find out.
That first gasp that fell from her lips when his mouth found her nape was heroin to his senses. A wash of heat straight to his veins that shot down to his cock in an instant to make him ache in the best fucking way. Because all too soon, he knew, the heat he would have wrapped around his cock would be better than what he was being teased with right now. A little kiss was not enough; the next time his tongue joined in, licking at inked skin. She whimpered, and her hand moved a little faster inside the bag.
Lev couldn’t help but chuckle.
The keys were still in the side pocket.
“What are you—fuck, yes,” she breathed out when one of his hands slipped down the loose front of her romper. He couldn’t do much to get more access to the skin of her shoulders with the leather jacket tight to her form, so he went with something else.
Something better.
Gigi’s giggles quickly melted into a low moan. His palm dipped under the stretchy lace of her bra. He squeezed her breast, and then the other, until he felt her nipples harden into peaks. She finally found the keys in the side pocket with a low fuck falling from her lips as his fingers found the same soft lace beneath the toned expa
nse of her stomach. He hadn’t stopped kissing the back of her neck, but his lips moved to the spot behind her ear when his hands went lower.
Under lace.
Between slightly widened thighs.
“God, yeah, so fucking wet,” he praised. “I can’t wait to get a taste of this ... you’re gonna love that, won’t you? Do you want me to eat you, too? Get my tongue up in that tight pussy for a little taste?”
“Yes.”
Her voice was a lot like her pussy.
Hot and soft.
“Love it when a pussy’s bare,” Lev told her, letting his hand and finger explore a part of her he hadn’t yet gotten to see. Soon, his spiraling thoughts rushed to soothe. He’d see her and taste her soon, and he couldn’t fucking wait. And she was smooth—waxed, it felt like. He loved pussy in all forms but waxed was his favorite because there was no fucking way to be closer than with nothing between him and cunt but skin.
Exactly what he liked.
“Just ... oh, my God ... let me get this door—Lev,” she gasped as two of his fingers swept between her slit a second time.
“Nobody’s stopping you, babe. Open it up.”
Her hands trembled.
Those keys made so much fucking noise.
And so did she while he toyed with her clit, rubbing fast, wet circles using her arousal and the pads of his fingers to get her shaking by the time she had gotten the keys into the lock. The way she couldn’t help but widen her legs a little more for him while she pushed her tight ass into his groin to feel that cock waiting for her ... Lev was done for.
He wasn’t even getting this girl into a bed. Whatever flat surface was closest, well, it would have to do.
Gigi grabbed the knob with one hand, but her other slammed to the door when her head dropped forward. She tipped her head to the side when his mouth grazed over her cheek, daring to take a kiss from his mouth. He swallowed her next moan, hiding it from whoever might be listening in the neighboring apartments, as she came shaking like the prettiest leaf he’d ever seen.
He might have even turned her around right then and there to lift her against the outside of the apartment door, but laughter echoing from the stairwell at the other end of the hallway had him changing his mind just as fast. Apparently, they weren’t the only ones up at this late hour.
Gigi, still drowning in her orgasm, turned at the sound of the laughter, but Lev was there to whisk her worries away with a burning kiss. She spun to put her back to the door that he opened for them before they slipped inside. The war of their tongues dancing together urged the chaos of his hands exploring her body.
Or rather, getting to her body.
Gigi’s back hit the door after he kicked it closed. He couldn’t get the leather jacket down her arms fast enough, but she didn’t seem to mind his roughness. If anything, she urged him on for more, twisting into his hands and arching her body against his. He found the underside of her throat tasted like salt and sweetness—a complex he couldn’t quite get enough of to be satisfied.
It reminded him of sin.
Of sex.
He wasn’t the only one rushing. Her idle hands could only stay still at her sides for so long before she began to help him along. He pulled her romper down over the soft curve of her shoulders and past the lace of her bralette to pool at her waist while she undid the button on his jeans to get better access to what she clearly wanted.
And once she did ...
“Fuck,” he groaned against another one of her kisses.
She found him hard and thick, her palm warm and silken against the skin of his dick. Yet, even in the firmness of her strokes, he felt the way her fingers trembled.
“God, you’re ... big,” she whispered.
“Yeah, I’m proportionate, babe. Lucky you.” Lev laughed, the husky echo bursting from his lips between his next moan of her name. “And you’ll love it—every fucking inch of it. I’ll let you take me slowly at first. Let you feel the way I stretch you open while I fill you up. That’s the best part, you know? That first time you let me get inside your pussy. Let me.”
Her consent came in the way her hands covered his where he’d fisted the material of her romper at her waist. She shoved his hands lower, letting him pull the fabric down her body until she had to step out of the clothing altogether.
Lev could finally appreciate the black lace set she wore—how it smoothed over the swells and dips of her curves; the way she looked like sin poured into something delicate; the color even complimented the golden sheen of her skin.
Before the night was over, he was going to have that skin blushing all over. Pink from his hands. Marked from his teeth and kisses. She’d be hot all over, damp with sweat, and ready for him to have another taste after he’d been lucky enough to be inside her.
“Look at you,” he praised. “So fucking perfect. You’re beautiful.”
That shy heat came back to her cheeks.
He didn’t understand why.
“Don’t people tell you how beautiful you are?”
Gigi lifted one shoulder. “All the time.”
“But you—”
“Not like you do, though. Not like they mean it. Not like it means something more.”
Shame, that. Well, he certainly fucking did mean it. He wouldn’t waste one more second to show her just how true he thought it was, either.
His hand landed to her waist and squeezed tight when he asked, “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Last door on the left in the hallway at the back.”
That’s all he needed to know. In a second, he had her pulled away from the door. Tall as could be, it didn’t matter because the girl still felt like a bag of feathers when he lifted her from the floor. She fell half over his shoulder, her laughter ringing out in the darkened apartment as he headed through the kitchen where the front door opened up to.
He noticed the stack of photos on the table—headshots, it looked like—but he was too focused on the way her ass wiggled. His palm cracked down hard, sending her next round of giggles melting into a low moan. He didn’t even bother waiting to get to the bedroom before he started pulling those panties of hers off, his mouth landing a wet, hard kiss to her hip followed by his teeth nipping into the same spot.
He found the bedroom. And then dropped her to her back on the bed.
Shameless, Gigi stayed just like, that, too. On her back, legs opened for him, and already teasing him again. Her hands dipped between her thighs, and she worked two fingers into her pussy as he pulled his shirt off.
“Come on,” she urged, her grin trembling as her hips rocked into her own hand.
“Fuck, you look good. The hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
After he’d grabbed the foil packet from the back pocket of his jeans—he only kept one condom on hand just to be safe, so he was going to have to make this last for himself—his pants and boxer-briefs followed the same path. He took one step toward the bed, and then another. Her gaze followed his every movement. His steps. Then, his hand fisting his cock while he watched her before he stopped just long enough to open the condom and slide the latex down.
She reached for him when he climbed between her opened thighs. Her fingers, still wet from her pussy, found his length again but only long enough to guide his cock where they both needed it to be.
Soft warmth met the head of his cock when he settled against her slit. His palm opened up to her stomach, fingers splaying wide over the expanse of her skin, so he could hold her to the bed while he filled her full.
“I wanna feel every squirm; hear every goddamn sound that comes out of you while I fuck you. Do you hear me?”
She dragged in a shaky breath, nodding. “Yeah—it’s all yours tonight.”
All his.
He liked the sound of that.
Probably too much.
It didn’t matter.
All he wanted now was to fuck. So did she, and so he gave her exactly what he promised. He took his time pushing forward, each small
flex of his hips letting his cock split her open and fill her full a little more. Until those wiggles came, and her head tipped back against the pillow because she wanted more.
“Oh, my God.”
“Yeah,” he murmured, “pray to me. I wanna hear that, too.”
Hovering high so that he could watch the way his cock, slick with her, disappeared into her cunt. Pinning her down meant she couldn’t do much, but she tried. Her hips rocked, urging him on and silently asking for more, but no. One inch at a fucking time. Until he was settled all the way deep and every single muscle inside her pussy clung to each ridge of his cock, and he couldn’t breathe from how tight she was.
Their heavy breaths matched in weight, her chest rising when his fell with an exhale. His shoulders ached from the control it took to stay still for just a second so that she could feel him like that.
Full of him.
“Please ... I just need, please—”
He was wrong. She was most beautiful when she begged. It also took what remained of his control and shattered it. Part of him wanted to hold her legs open as wide as he could get them while he pounded as deep as he could get. Another part of him wanted to see just how much of him she was willing to take.
How hard would she fuck him?
He went with the latter.
All it took was the slip of his arm under her back, and a roll of his weight to the side for their positions to be changed. It took Gigi all of two seconds to realize she was the one on top, and he didn’t regret the change for a second.
How could he?
On top of him, tits pushed out as she circled her hips into him harder and faster with each twist of her body, it was intoxicating. The sight of her was like taking a long drink of the best liquor, and the buzz was immediate. Grabbing a fistful of her ass with each hand to drag her into every rise of his hips as he met her rhythm, he knew he’d leave marks behind. She would feel him for days after this. It only made him hotter.
For tonight, he got to own this girl. Have every part of her. She was all his. He was already fucking delirious from it.
And shit ...
They had just started.
It was going to be a good night.
