His cock pistons in and out of me, slamming in deep enough that I can feel it all through my body. If I had another orgasm in me, I’d already be coming on his cock again, losing myself to how good it feels. Instead I drop my legs from around his waist so he has more room to move, and let him fuck me until he finds his climax.
It doesn’t take long. There’s a hitch in his breathing, and he slams into me a few more times before he pulls out suddenly. My pussy clenches around nothing, clearly missing the hot thickness of him inside me, but then Levi is fisting his own cock in short strokes. I watch, eager to see him find his release, and with a muted curse he does, splattering my stomach with his cum.
I guess I do have another orgasm in me, because a jolt of unexpected pleasure tears through me at the sight of him jerking himself off above me. It’s not as strong as my first two, but it washes through me in a rising wave, making me shudder beneath him.
His chest heaves as he breathes through the last of his release, his cock slowly softening in his hand until he’s completely spent. A soft groan of satisfaction pours from his lips, and I can’t help the echoing noise that rises in my throat. He strokes his cock one last time, his hips jerking slightly, then buries his face in my shoulder.
I can feel him panting, his heart racing as we both come down from the high, and it’s a damn good feeling.
“Was that what you had in mind?” I ask, my voice a bit ragged. “When you thought about us doing this again?”
He laughs softly. “Close enough, to be honest. Just as good as I imagined it being. Better.”
Levi takes a few minutes to recover himself, and then he pushes back up onto his arms. For a second, I worry that he’s about to leave now that he has what he came for, but instead, he slips off the bed and goes into my bathroom, coming back out with a towel. With a little smile on his face, he starts cleaning me up, hovering over me while he wipes the cum off my stomach.
It’s a good angle for a kiss, and when he leans down to claim one, I lean up, meeting him halfway. The warm, sated feeling of the post-sex high is already stealing over me, and it mingles with something softer.
Something sweeter.
Something a whole hell of a lot more dangerous.
23
“Fuck, that was good.”
I say it out loud before I can stop myself, and then shrug mentally because, whatever. It’s true, and I’m pretty sure Levi knows it as well as I do.
There’s a satisfied look on his face while he cleans his cum from my stomach, and he laughs at the declaration, tossing the towel off to the side with his clothes and flopping back down on the bed beside me.
I didn’t realize how much I needed something like that until it happened.
I’ve been keyed up for weeks, running on a cocktail of anxiety and stress since the last time I saw my dad, and finally I feel relaxed and sated in a way that’s more than just surface level. I feel like if I let myself, I could melt into the bed and stay here for the rest of the day.
When Levi kisses me, I kiss him back, reaching up to thread my fingers into his hair for a second as our lips meet.
It’s a sweet kiss, a short one that isn’t meant to lead to anything, just something to top off the amazing sex we just had. It’s easy to forget about everything else in this moment. To focus only on the way he feels against me, his lips on mine, the warmth between us as it grows and spreads out.
When I let him go, he rolls onto his side and pulls me closer to him, tangling our legs together. His hands roam my body, stroking over my shoulders and down my back. They seem hungry, like he can’t get enough of touching me, and I certainly don’t have any complaints about it.
We’re quiet for a bit, relaxed and still in the afterglow. I let my fingers trail down his side slowly, feeling his warm skin while I trace the dips and angles of his muscles.
After a few minutes, he clears his throat a bit. “I know why you got so fucked up last night,” he murmurs, his voice as soft as his touch. “You were pissed. And I get why.”
I lick my lips, surprised that he brought it up. I’m even more surprised that he claims to understand, considering how adamant he was last night that there was nothing he could do.
I haven’t talked about my dad with any of the guys since I’ve been here. Scarlett knows what he means to me, but she’s known me for most of my life, so of course she does. Talking about it with the guys up until now has seemed… dangerous. Like if th
ey knew what it all meant to me, they would be even quicker to take it all away and make sure I never see him again.
But I don’t know if I believe that anymore. Levi is here, his hands on me, his eyes soft, telling me he understands. And I trust him a bit more than I would have otherwise. It’s not like he’s Sloan, with his hard expression and grumpy as fuck attitude and refusal to listen to anyone.
“It’s just…” The words come out before I can stop them, and I decide to just go with it. Maybe it’s the feeling of openness that comes after sex, or maybe it’s the connection that seems to exist between us, whether I want it to or not. Maybe I just really want to talk about my dad to someone, so I can feel closer to him. I don’t know. Either way, I keep talking.
“It’s just that he’s all I have,” I tell Levi. “And I’m all he has. It’s just been the two of us since my mom died. He’s a good dad, and he loves me, but I know he hasn’t had it easy. He’s had to bust his ass and struggle and sacrifice for me, so I wouldn’t have to do any of those things. If I asked him for something, he tried to make sure I could have it, and he taught me everything I know about being a strong person. He never made me feel like my options were limited because I’m a girl or whatever. He just told me if I believed in myself, I could do anything. I miss him. And I hate the idea that he could be in trouble because of all of this, and there’s nothing I can do to help him. I don’t even know where he is, Levi. I don’t know if he’s okay. He called last night, and I could tell he was scared and alone, and the whole time he was just trying to make sure I was all right.”
It all comes pouring out of me, and I realize I must have really needed to say those words for a while now. This is the longest that I’ve been away from my dad in years, the longest time I’ve gone without having him there to turn to, to talk to and laugh with.
All of our little rituals have fallen by the wayside. Me sneaking into the locker room to cheer him on and give him a good luck pep talk. The two of us relaxing in our little living room with the sunken in couch to watch sports on the weekend, sharing plates of chicken wings and nachos between us. The jokes he used to make whenever I got dressed up to go out with Scar about how he thought he was raising a hellion not a proper lady.