by Eva Ashwood
Oh. I blink and look up at him.
“Nothing happened? Really?”
He chuckles, and it’s a low, sexy sound that makes me shiver. I’m suddenly very aware of the fact that I’m not wearing anything and he can see that.
“Really,” he says. “You tried your fucking best to make me break my promise to take care of you. You started stripping and trying to rub yourself all over me, and like I said, you didn’t want to put on your pajamas.” He looks at me, his gaze softening a little. “But no, I’m not so hard up for pussy that I’ll fuck someone who’s rolling on E.”
I make a face at the reminder of how stupid it was to just drink something from someone I didn’t know with no idea what it was.
“Okay,” I mumble, a little embarrassed. “Good. And… I’m sorry you had to deal with that shit.”
His expression changes slightly. A moment of silence hangs between us, and he holds my gaze, his eyes trained on my face intently. There’s something churning behind his dark brown irises, some emotion that’s hard to identify.
“It’s okay, Mercy. It’s just… I wouldn’t want my next time with you to happen like that, you know?”
Now that catches me off guard. I remember the time when he came into my room to kiss me and say he wanted more, and this is just further proof that he thinks about it. That he wants me.
He wants there to be another time between us, and he wants it to mean something.
It’s a lot to take in this early in the morning, but I can’t stop thinking about how good he’s been. He slept here beside me all night and didn’t make a move. Apparently I wanted him to, and I have a vague memory of it now that he’s told me it happened, but he didn’t give in. He fended me off and got me to bed, like a fucking gentleman.
Like someone who cares.
The bed shifts as he rolls to the side before sitting up and stretching. His hair is mussed from the pillow, and there are creases on the side of his face. He looks warm and touchable like this, like something I could actually have.
Because the truth is, he’s not the only one who wants there to be another time between us. I can admit that much, even if it’s just to myself.
As he stands, I reach out and catch his wrist, halting him in place. Levi looks down at me, and I shuffle in bed, going up on my knees to kneel in front of him on the bed. The blanket falls away, letting him see that I’m still totally naked.
His eyes roam over my body, and he groans at the sight.
My heart is pounding so hard and fast I can feel it slamming against my ribs.
I wait, breath held, wondering if he’ll take the chance or push me away again, and I’m not disappointed when he uses my grip on his wrist to yank me toward him roughly, sending me crashing into his chest.
There’s a split second of hesitation as our gazes meet, and then we both move for each other at the same time, lips finding each other’s in a hard kiss. I know there are probably still traces of the drug in my system, but I also know that has nothing to do with why it feels so good to kiss him like this.
Heat spreads through me, slow and syrupy, and I moan softly into his mouth, arching up and urging him to take the kiss deeper.
He takes the opportunity, slipping his tongue into my mouth and laying claim there in bold, swift strokes against my tongue. His hands roam down my body, sliding down my back and then lower so he can cup my ass.
The heat is almost searing, and I have the ghost of a memory of him unzipping my dress and the way I wanted his hands on me last night. This is so much better, though. I’m fully aware of everything that’s happening, and I can feel the tightening in my core when he squeezes my ass hard, spreading me open for him just a bit.
I wait with a held breath, hoping he plans to touch me where I want to be touched the most, but instead he moves his hands back up, bringing them around to the front to slide into the sliver of space between us and cup my tits.
With a soft noise of pleasure, I arch forward, pushing them more firmly into his hands. My nipples are hard and pebbled, sensitive and aching when they stroke over the slightly rough skin of his palms.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my lips, sounding almost tortured as he touches me.
A second later, he leans back from the kiss to look down at his hands, watching as his fingers stroke over the soft skin of my breasts and then find my nipples, tweaking them and making me gasp.
“I remember you like that,” he says, and the raspy quality of his voice makes the declaration even sexier. “I pulled and twisted your nipples, and you almost came on the spot last time.”
I swallow hard, because fuck, he’s not wrong. I can remember it too, way more vividly than is probably healthy. I remember the way he played my body like an instrument, making me rise to meet his challenges and rewarding me for it by making me come again and again.
“I still like it,” I breathe back, eyes dark as I look up at him. “I can take a little rough handling.”
He snorts and pinches one nipple between his fingers. “I know you can. There’s nothing fragile about you.”
I moan and lean back a bit so that my nipple pulls against his hold on it, and the slight edge of pain there makes it feel even better. Levi’s eyes flare with want, and he pulls me back in, kissing me again.
He bites down on my bottom lip hard, and I whine softly, sliding my hands down his chest and then down to his crotch.
I don’t need to see his cock to know it’s pulsing with heat, and that he’s hard in his jeans. When he pulls back from the kiss again, Levi licks his lips and rolls his thumb over my other nipple, waiting to see what I’m going to do.
I know what I want to do, and for once, I don’t overthink it. I undo the button and zipper on his jeans and work my hand down the front, feeling his hard, hot length against my palm.
He’s big, I already know that, and I’m wet just thinking about it and how much I want him. How much I need him inside me. My pussy throbs with that need, my core aching and empty, and I wrap my fingers around his shaft, plastering myself against him.
His cock twitches in my hold, and I give in and start stroking him slowly, feeling the veins and ridges in his cock as I do.
Levi’s eyes flutter closed for a second, and he licks his lips. “Fuck, Mercy. Your hand fits so perfectly around my cock. That feels fucking good.”
I grin. The dirty praise makes me want to hear more, so I stroke him a bit harder, a bit faster, taking his cock from half hard to fully erect in just a couple of strokes.
Levi’s breathing speeds up, and he groans, fingers digging into my hip when he uses it to hold on.
I like that sound. Fuck, I really like that sound.
It’s so clear that he likes what I’m doing and wants me to do more, and I want that too. I don’t want to just remember what it was like to be with him. Don’t want to imagine it.
I want to experience it again, to feel all of it right here and now.
My heart pounds out a quick rhythm in my chest as I undo his pants all the way and then shove them down his legs along with his boxers, letting his cock spring free. It’s long and hard, thick and flushed with need the way I feel. There’s a moment where I just look at it, like I’m trying to memorize the size and shape, and my mouth waters at the prospect of tasting him.
I lick my lips, glance up at him once, and then decide to just go for it. He can stop me if he doesn’t want it, but I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be a problem.
The low, heated “fuck,” that spills out of his mouth when I duck my head down and press a kiss to the base of his cock pretty much proves my point, and I smirk, pleased and determined to get more of those sounds from him before I’m done here.
I take my time, licking up his cock from base to tip, letting my tongue savor the musky taste of his skin. There’s already a salty drop leaking from the small slit at the head of his dick, the precum that spills onto my tongue and proves how much he wants this.
I wrap my hand around the base o
f his cock and ease my mouth over the tip, sucking shallowly to begin with. It’s been a while since the last time I did this, and Levi is definitely bigger than some of the other men I’ve been with.
But it’s a challenge, and I never back down from those, especially not when the reward for meeting this particular challenge is getting to see that heat flaring in Levi’s brown eyes and the pleasure playing over his face.
He tangles his fingers in my hair after a second or two but doesn’t force me down further. Instead, he just holds on, his breath coming out a bit ragged as I swirl my tongue around his dick and alternate between teasing him like that and sucking with intent.
His cock is warm and heavy in my mouth, and I hum softly around him, feeling the shudder of pleasure that goes through him at the sensation.
Gradually I find a rhythm, sucking him down deeper and holding for a second before working my way back up. Levi’s hand in my hair is a welcome tether, another point of contact between us as I work him over with my mouth. He seems content to let me go at my own pace, gazing down at me with hooded eyes.
“Shit, Mercy. You’re so good,” he moans softly, stroking my hair a little. “Knew your mouth would be good for more than making smart-ass comments.”
I snort in amusement and retaliate for his smart-ass comment by taking him down even deeper. There’s a second or two where it’s uncomfortable and I nearly gag and have to pull back, but I swallow through it, determined.
I’m rewarded by a choked off moan and his fingers going tight in my hair, which makes me smirk around him. I take him deep again and swallow around his length, and I can feel the twitch in his cock.
If he wants to tease me about being good with my mouth, then I’ll show him just how good I can be. I don’t want him to come in my mouth, especially if that means he can’t fuck me right away, but I want to make him feel good.
The sounds he makes and the way he keeps a hold of my hair go a long way toward upping my arousal too. I can feel that burning need at the center of my core, spreading out to my legs and arms, making me one big bundle of want.
My nipples are still hard and sensitive, and my pussy throbs with the desire to be touched, but I ignore them, focusing on the task at hand. I want to show Levi how good I can make it for him, in the hopes that he’ll answer my challenge by making it good for me in turn.
I work my way all the way down, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat and then slipping in deeper. This time I’m ready for it, and I stay there for a second, holding him in place.
“Fuck.” Levi curses low again, and I roll my eyes upward so I can see his face. His eyes are closed, pleasure clear to see across his features, and there’s an answering hum of that same deep pleasure in me.
I slide my lips back up his length to snatch a few breaths before I continue my onslaught, but before I can, Levi uses his hold on my hair to drag me all the way off his cock. A string of saliva trails between my lips and his cock head, and I gasp for air a bit, blinking up at him.
“Jesus. You’re fucking good at that,” he murmurs, panting slightly as he gazes down at me. “But I have other plans for you.”
With that, he tosses me back, sending me sprawling onto the bed on my back, legs spread open. There’s no way to hide from him, and I don’t want to. He can see how wet I am, how swollen and slick my pussy is, ready and eager for him to slip inside.
For a second he just stares, like he wants to take it all in and memorize the sight, and then he moves, sliding his pants the rest of the way down and kicking them off. Then he’s naked and crawling on top of me.
He’s not quite as broadly muscular as Rory, but he’s definitely well-built, and I have to stare at him for a second, just feasting my eyes on how damn sexy he is.
Every inch of him is toned and perfect, and when he finally lowers himself down so he’s pressed skin to skin with me, it’s a fucking amazing feeling. Heat and want shoot through me like electricity, and I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning up to meet him in a bruising kiss.
There’s no question about what we both want at this point. I can feel his cock, hot and slick from my mouth, pressed against my thigh. He grinds against me slowly, and my pussy continues to throb, wanting him inside already.
“Please,” I manage to get out, panting into the kiss. I thread my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and arch, trying to get his cock exactly where I want it.
Levi just grins and reaches between us, grabbing hold of his dick and lining it up with my entrance. I think he’s going to push inside, but instead, he rubs the hard length against my slit, teasing me and working me up even more.
I can’t help the whine that spills out of me, or the way I buck up, grinding against him, trying to coax him inside of me. He just laughs, obviously enjoying himself. The head of his cock catches on the wet apex of my entrance, and I gasp sharply. I’m desperate to feel the stretch and slide of him entering me, but he rubs that tip around my hole instead.
“Stop fucking around,” I groan, spreading my legs even wider.
“You want me that bad?” he asks, which is a pretty stupid question considering how I’m breathless and panting with need under him. “Tell me,” he murmurs, dipping low once more to kiss me again.
He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, doing there what he’s not doing to my pussy. I let my tongue tangle with his for a moment and then draw back enough that I can speak.
“Fuck me.”
It’s a demand, plain and simple, but I’ve never been the type to end up begging when I’m needy. Instead, I’m more than willing to make demands and take control if I have to, to get what I want.
Levi chuckles against my lips, and then he finally relents.
There’s no more teasing. No more fucking around. Instead, he drives into me hard enough that it steals my breath for a second. My mouth drops open, and I clench my fingers in his hair, breathing hard while my body acclimates to feeling him so full and thick inside me.
“Is this what you wanted?” His voice is rough and gravelly. He pushes himself up onto his arms, hovering above me enough to have leverage for the next hard thrust.
All I can do is nod because it is. It’s what I’ve wanted ever since the night he told me he wanted more from me. Probably before that, if I’m being honest. Definitely before that.
It feels so good, and he’s not gentle or slow as he fucks me. His pace is fast and deep, driving his cock into me in thrusts that rock me and the bed with each stroke.
I hold on to him and take it, not even trying to hold back the sounds of my pleasure. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to, honestly. It’s just too good, especially after a dry spell, and it’s not too long before I can feel the familiar flush of pulsing heat start to spread through me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
I clench tighter around him, breath catching, but Levi doesn’t slow down. He just grins down at me and keeps working his hips, each hard thrust sending our bodies snapping together with the slap of skin on skin.
One of my hands slides to his shoulder, needing something to hold on to, and the other one slides down my own body, fingers teasing over my collar bones and down my chest to tweak my nipples, sending little sparks of pleasure bounding up my spine with each touch.
“Are you close?” Levi asks, chocolate brown eyes even darker than usual as he stares down at me. “Are you gonna come for me, Mercy? Gonna make a mess all over my cock?”
I can’t hold back my whimper or find the words to answer him, so instead, I just nod. I can feel my orgasm building, starting small and slow but gathering steam as Levi keeps moving. His cock hits just right, pushing into the perfect spot inside me over and over again, and it’s just a matter of time before I’m losing it for him, mouth dropping open as my ragged cry fills the room.
“Fuck! Levi!”
My shout ends on a moan, his name sweet on my lips as I ride out my orgasm. He doesn’t even slow down for a second, fucking me into the mattress until I�
��m almost oversensitive, panting for breath and nearly boneless on the bed.
But it’s clear he’s not done with me yet. For one thing, he’s still rock hard where he’s buried inside me, and when he pulls out entirely, I can see his cock, dark and slick with our combined arousal. Even the slide of his cock leaving my body is enough to have me shuddering at the sensation, and he reaches for me, pulling me up and shifting our positions until he’s flat on his back and I’m straddling him.
The view is just as good from on top, maybe even better. With the way the light hits his face, I can see the slight hints of lighter brown in his deep brown irises, and the way he looks at me leaves no question about what he wants.
Even breathing hard and sensitive from my first orgasm, I want more. I can’t get enough of him, and I’m definitely not going to be satisfied until he comes too.
I tease him a bit, getting my revenge for his teasing earlier, working my hand slowly up his slick cock. I brush my thumb over the head of it and then smile when his dick twitches and his hips lift up on the bed.
“Now who’s being a tease?” he asks, breathless, and I laugh.
“Turnabout is fair play, Levi.”
But I’m not strong enough to make either of us wait any longer. My hand returns to the base of his cock, steadying it a bit, and I sink down onto it.
The new angle is different, but fuck, it’s no less delicious. My head tips back at the way it feels to be fully seated on that dick, and I take a second to breathe through the torrent of feeling that threatens to sweep me up and carry me off.
Now that I’ve adjusted to his size, it’s easy enough to start riding him, my hands going to his chest to give myself some leverage for raising and lowering my hips.
Levi meets me in the middle, his hands on my hips, holding me tight. It’s a compromise between me doing the work and him dragging me down into each thrust, turning our hot and sweaty fuck into a team effort.
His face is as flushed as mine feels, and I curl my fingers a bit, nails biting into the skin of his chest. The moan I get in response to that makes it clear he likes it.
