by Kelsey King
I smile, breathlessly and reach for him. He kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips, turning me on even more.
Why did I ever think a boy could do what a man was supposed to do? I straddle Levi's hips with my legs that have finally stopped quivering, and he lifts me off the counter by grabbing my ass before heading up the stairs.
His mouth doesn’t leave mine as he climbs the stairs with me around his hips, my fingers in his hair.
A giggle escapes me as he kicks open his bedroom door. I’ve been in his room before, collecting something or saying hi early in the morning, but this was the first time I stepped into this room knowing what this man was capable of doing my body.
He gently sets me down on my feet and tugs his shirt over his head before he gives me a scorching look. His chest is sprinkled with dark hairs but the defined muscles still evident. “Strip.”
I know the word is meant to intimidate me, a test of sorts, but after what he just did to me there isn’t shy molecule left in my body. I slip off my ballet flats before I tug down the zip under my arm.
Levi watches me with the same amount of hunger I feel as I tug the straps over my shoulders and let the dress slip to the floor. I didn't bother with a bra since the dress had built-in support.
Levi’s eyes trail over my body like a man desperate for a sip of water after a week in the desert. His gaze makes me feel bold, makes me want to drive him crazy like he does to me.
I walk toward him and undo the clasp of his jeans. He holds his breath as I slide the rough fabric down, unleashing the swollen sheath inside. He kicks the jeans aside, and I can’t wait another second to see all of him. Something I’ve come to grow quite fond of it over the last month.
I tug his boxers down and his erection springs free, the thickness and the texture are just as I remember from that first day as I run my hand along its length. I don’t wait for his permission before I sink to my knees and take him into my mouth.
Looking up at him, I watch his chest rise and fall rapidly, and his face is strained when I lick up his shaft and swirl my tongue around the tip.
After a moment, Levi pulls me up by the arms and shakes his head with a cocky grin. "I'm too turned on for that babe. If you suck me, I'm going to explode, and I want to explode inside you."
I grin seductively, loving that idea much better. Does this man have any idea how much he turns me on? Levi reaches for me and kisses me thoroughly before his mouth starts traveling south. He circles my nipple with his tongue before tugging it between his teeth, sending a thundering jolt of need straight to my core.
Gasping at the sensation, he laughs before moving onto my other nipple. He knows exactly what to do to drive me wild, and I feel like I have no idea how to return the favor. He swirls his tongue into my belly button and drags me onto the bed flipping me on my front.
I can feel him move over me, his thick cock sliding against my thighs as he presses a trail of hot kisses over my back. I lift my ass into the air as he nips his teeth onto a swollen cheek.
I writhe and flip myself over, feeling his dick press against my heat.
My heart bounces in my chest as I look into his eyes and know that there is no way I could ever regret what I was about to do.
How could I when it feels this right?
11
Levi
I look into Oakley’s eyes and see a woman. I no longer see the girl with pigtails that rushed over the fence to play with Vayda. I see a woman I desire, one that drives me wild. A woman I’m about to make mine.
Knowing I was the first man to go down on her made my cock swell hard with need. I know she’s not a virgin, but I like knowing that she hasn’t been with many men. I could teach her so much about pleasure—about desire—that no one else ever has. I slip my hand between our bodies and slip a finger inside, her pussy is tight and wet making my dick twitch with anticipation.
I need to make sure she’s ready for my cock. She’s so tight, and I don’t want to hurt her. I want to make this as good for her as I’m sure it’s going to be for me. She bucks her hips into my hand, moving them suggestively. She’s just as eager as I am.
I slip another finger inside her and feel her walls contract around it before my hand is coated with more moisture. I kiss her tenderly, realizing that tonight is not just about sex. I've found something with Oakley I never knew I would find again, and even though it scares the living shit out of me, I don't want to ignore it.
Her walls start to relax, and I know she's ready. I withdraw my hand and squeeze her breast playfully before I position myself between her bent legs. My cock is aching, and my balls are tight as two goddamn ping-pong balls, eager to explode.
I summon every single ounce of control not to ram into her and thrust for my own satisfaction, and instead, I nudge her entrance, and she rewards me with a provocative smile.
“Levi, now…” she whispers breathlessly, and I oblige.
I slip into her with one slow stroke, allowing her body to adjust to my size. She gasps and her eyes grow wide at the sensation as I hold still when I reach my hilt.
She bucks beneath me, wanting more.
“You’re a little minx, you know that?” I tease before I slide out.
The second stroke is faster, deeper. Oakley moans, thrashing her head against my pillow. For a moment I take in the sight of her dark hair sprawled over my light dove grey pillow, her lips swollen from our kiss, her eyes heavy with desire and her dusky nipples taut with arousal.
Fuck, I can’t wait longer. I need her now.
I thrust again, and this time I don't hold back. I watch her face for any sign of discomfort, but there's none.
A slow smile spreads over her face as she starts to buck her hips in time to my thrusts. I feel her pussy begin to clasp my dick and reach between our bodies rubbing her clit with my thumb. Within a matter of seconds, she clenches my dick, and I thrust hard one last time.
We both explode together, my dick emptying itself into her, her walls clamping down and milking me dry.
Our breaths are hastened gasps when our eyes finally meet again. The first thing that comes to mind as I look into her flushed face is that once will never be enough. I don’t think I could ever get enough of her.
Sunday morning, I wake up as the sun teases me through the window. Oakley’s body is wrapped around mine, her hair still sprawled over my pillow. I sigh contently and know that I should let her sleep. I’ve stopped counting the times we made love since she arrived on Friday and she was bound to be sore this morning, but I can’t seem to help myself.
My hand strokes her back, and I press a kiss against her sleep-swollen lips. She moans, and a smile forms over her mouth.
"Please tell me it wasn't a dream," she whispers with her eyes closed.
I laugh. “If it was we’re both still dreaming.”
Her eyes float open lazily, watching me before her hand on my chest starts to trail south.
“Aren’t you sore, baby?” I ask with concern.
She smiles and reaches for my dick, squeezing it before she starts to stroke my balls.
"I feel as though I've spent the whole weekend making love…in fact, I think the best exercise for sore muscles is repeating the exercise don't you think?"
I laugh at her explanation and roll her on top of me. Before I can make a move, she lifts her hips and slides onto my morning wood. As soon as I'm fully sheathed inside of her, she starts rocking her hips back and forth. Her dark hair falls over her shoulders like a waterfall, hiding her breasts from my view, the best fucking sight I've ever had in the morning.
Oakley throws back her head as we feel the heat building and we both reach our climax at the same time. We’re in total sync.
It bothers me that I think of my weekend with Oakley as making love, but what happened between us was a lot more than just fucking.
After we take a leisurely shower and wash each other's bodies, we head downstairs. I make us each an omelet while Oakley brews us coffee. The simpli
city and domesticity of the action warms my heart. When was the last time I made breakfast for a woman, the last time I wanted a woman to spend the night? Especially two nights in a row?
I'm not ready for our weekend together to end just yet. We need to talk about where this is going, and Vayda will be back soon. We sit down at the breakfast table and eat our breakfast in silence before Oakley finally speaks.
“I enjoyed this weekend Levi. Thank you.”
Her words just about crush me. This is it. We need to decide where we’re going with this, and I don’t think either of us are ready for it to end, but we both know the risks we’re taking by continuing our affair.
I sigh and drag a hand through my hair, still damp from the shower. “Fuck, Oakley. Don’t thank me. I didn’t do anything.”
“You did, Levi. You did more than you could ever imagine,” she says, not meeting my eyes.
“We said we’re going to take this weekend to see what’s between us, so what is this, baby?” I ask, hoping she’ll look at me. It’s as if something shut off in her mind ever since we stepped out of the shower.
She finally meets my gaze and can’t help but wonder if there’s disappointment in her eyes.
“I don’t know, Levi. All I know is that we’ll hurt a lot of people if they find out, but… I’m not ready to let you go.” The honesty of her words makes my heart leap in my chest.
"Good." I sigh. "I'm not letting you go. No one has to know about this, not just yet. We can still take some time. I don't like sneaking around any more than you do, but it has to be that way for a little while longer at least."
Oakley nods and a grin slips onto her face. “So you like sneaking around with me, huh?”
I love her sass. “You like sneaking around just as much.” I glance toward the kitchen counter and back at Oakley watching her cheeks glow with embarrassment remembering Friday night. I smile at her smugly knowing she’d never be able to walk into my kitchen again and not think about that.
“So then what is this Levi?” she asks. I can sense hesitation in her voice even as she tries to be strong.
“I don’t know, Oakley…” I sigh. “I just know that this isn’t the fling I thought it would be. It’s turned into more…what exactly, I don’t know. But it’s much more than I bargained for.”
Oakley nods and reaches for my hand squeezing it. “Me too. I enjoyed waking up next you…” Her voice trails off, and I know she wonders when we’ll ever be able to wake up together again.
“What time is Vayda coming back?” she asks, swirling her spoon in the coffee she has yet to touch.
“In about an hour,” I say, feeling downcast as she looks.
Oakley nods and gets up moving around the table and climbing into my lap. “Can I just stay here for a moment before I go home?” she whispers in my neck.
The scent of wildflowers overpowers my senses, I finally figured out what it is. Her shampoo. I lean my head into her hair and take a deep breath, wanting to savor our last few moments together.
We sit like that for almost ten minutes in complete silence just holding onto each other until Oakley finally gets up and leaves without a word.
I understand completely, there are no words that could describe what happened between us this weekend. No words to explain the pain of her leaving after giving me so much of herself.
I hear the terrace doors close quietly behind her and heave a heavy sigh before I crash all the flatware on the table with the sweep of my hand.
I feel like a caged lion wanting to be set free, and yet the walls of my cage are closing in on me a little more, every second I know we have to see each other in secret.
For a moment, I consider Sarah, John and Vayda’s reactions if we told them that we were having an affair. The accusations, the hurt in their eyes and Vayda’s anger makes me realize there is no way we could ever tell them—not without the aftermath of destruction it’d cause.
I glance down at the shattered flatware on the floor and glance at the clock. I had about thirty minutes to remove any trace of Oakley before my daughter is home.
12
Oakley
“So Vayda, how was your girl’s weekend with Oakley?” My mother asks Vayda Tuesday afternoon. Vayda sits at our kitchen counter. She quickly popped in to say hi, since I haven’t seen her since before the weekend.
My heart jumps into my throat, and my eyes dart toward Vayda who is giving me a peculiar frown. Fuck! If Vayda outs me now, there will be hell to pay. How the hell did I explain to my mother I spent the weekend at Vayda's house without Vayda?
I widen my eyes and try my best to convey with a desperate look for Vayda to play along. Vayda gives me a curious look before she just shakes her head. Luckily my mother has her back turned toward us.
“Oh, it was so much fun. We huddled in front of the television watching girly movies and ate a lot of pizza.” Vayda says, embellishing slightly. This is why I love her. I can always count on her in a sticky situation. Now I feel even worse for sneaking around behind her back with her dad.
“Way too much pizza,” I add, giving Vayda a grateful look.
"I was almost certain you two would pop in over the weekend for some nail polish or magazines like you always do, it was strange not seeing you for the whole weekend." My mother chatters on while she stirs something on the stove. Could she just drop it already, one wrong word and I'll be exposed. I consider sending Levi a text asking him to urgently call Vayda back home, but decide against. I have to just ride this out and hope it works out for the best, and besides, I know Levi is working on the bathroom from hell today.
"You know us…" Vayda gives a nervous laugh, and I hold my thumbs up, hoping my mom doesn't catch on. "Give us a few romantic comedies, throw in some Gerard Butler, and we're glued to the screen."
My mother laughs and shakes her head before she turns around and smiles at Vayda.
"Vayda, your father actually reminds me of Gerard Butler. Maybe it's his doppelganger. Do you believe in those? I think there is someone out there that looks exactly like us. Maybe the hair and the coloring is different, but I've heard too many times about how someone met theirs."
Oh my God, I cringe inwardly. My mother is spot on. Levi does look a lot like Gerard Butler. I stand up and head toward the fridge. Pulling it open, I let the cold air blow over my face hoping it'll chase the heated blush from my cheeks.
“You think so, Oakley?” Vayda asks thoughtfully.
"Yeah, sure." I remember how he touched me. How he had groaned out my name and knew I couldn't face Vayda or my mother. He was my own personal Gerard Butler fantasy come to life. "You want something to drink, Vayda? Here's… soda… juice… some gooey green stuff my mom insists is good for us and…water?" I drag out the space between words deliberately hoping my cheeks return to their normal color by the time I turn around.
Vayda laughs. “Let’s try the gooey green stuff.”
“You should!” My mother beams. “It’s Swiss chard, spinach, broccoli, avocado and cucumber juice. My dietician swears by it.”
I cringe at the thought of drinking liquid spinach but pour us each a glass anyway. The gooey liquid trudges down my throat, making my gag reflex act up. I finally manage to get one sip down and watch to see if Vayda is doing any better.
Her face is twisted, and she cringes from the horrid taste. "That's about the grossest thing I've ever tasted." Vayda laughs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "If you juiced a swamp and added in some snails and slime I'm sure that's the consistency and taste you'd get."
My mother laughs. “You just don’t know what’s good for you.”
Vayda and I ditch the gooey green stuff and head up to my room. As soon as I close the door behind us, Vayda cocks her hands on her hips. "Where the hell were you this weekend?"
I pull her into a bear hug and hold her close. Guilt washes over me even as I realize I can’t tell her the truth. I need to lie for a little while longer even though it’s killing me inside. “Thank y
ou. I owe you big time for covering for me.”
I draw back and flop onto my bed waiting for Vayda to join me. “Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be? You use me for cover, but you don’t even want to tell me why? Either you ‘fess up or I’m heading downstairs and telling your mother about the wonderful spa day I enjoyed with my mom.”
I heave out a heavy sigh and know I need to tell her something. “Andrew’s.”
"Andrew? As in Andrew that you've blown off like a dozen times? How the hell did that happen?" Vayda joins me on the bed wide-eyed and eager for all the juicy details.
“Okay fine, it wasn’t Andrew. I met someone, and I’m falling pretty hard for him already. I spent the weekend with him to see if this was going anywhere.” I smile dreamily at the memory of the weekend I shared with Levi.
“Ooh, this sounds interesting. Who is this mystery guy and how did you meet him?” Vayda asks as she tucks a strand of her golden blonde hair behind her ear.
"His name is Hudson. I met him on campus, and he's a little older than us, so I don't think you know him." I mentally high-five myself for telling Vayda mostly the truth, although I'm completely lying about the main thing.
“Hudson? No, I don’t think I know a Hudson. Tell me more!” Vayda encourages, patting my knee excitedly.
I have no choice but to tell her something or she’ll definitely suspect something is up. “He’s amazing. He gets me you know? The weekend was amazing, we made love and made out and made more love…”
"Somebody's got it bad…" Vayda says in a singsong voice, and I smile with a shrug.
“I know. I couldn’t exactly tell my parents I wanted to spend the weekend with a guy, never mind a guy they’ve never met before.”
“Makes sense, you’re in the clear with me. Just please give me a heads up next time,” Vayda teases and swats me on the shoulder. I laugh and wonder if our friendship will ever be the same when we tell Vayda and my parents about our affair. I shove the thought aside and decide to focus on making the best of our friendship before it changes.
