"You're not drinking?" he asks with amusement in his eyes.
"I'm not sure I believe you. Surely, you've jerked off in a shower other than your own before."
"Well, that's why I saidtub, sweetheart."
"I'm not drinking on atechnicality."
"Fine, we'll call a truce and both drink."
I lift my can, and he cheers it with his, then we both down the rest.
"Guess we need another." He stands to retrieve two more, letting me pick which flavor I want.
"Your turn," he tells me.
I swallow down my doubt and put on a brave face.
"Never have I ever..." I hesitate before forcing the words out. "Wanted someone as badly as I do right now after only knowing them less than a week."
He stares at me as if he's waiting for me to take a drink, but neither of us move.
"Your turn then," I say.
But instead, he locks his eyes on mine while chugging his drink.
And then I do the same.
Without a word, he grabs my can and puts both of ours down on the coffee table. Then he pulls me onto his lap to straddle him and presses his mouth to mine.
As his lips consume me, I wrap my arms around his neck and rock against the hard bulge between my thighs. He sucks on my tongue as I grind faster on him.
"You're playing with fire," he warns, cupping my ass and pushing up into me. The friction’s a mix of warmth and desire.
"I want you, Levi," I finally admit as his mouth moves down my neck and toward my ear. “Now.”
"On your knees, Fallon." His voice comes out in a low growl.
I immediately obey, positioning myself between his spread legs.
"Pull out my cock," he orders.
He lifts his hips so I can pull down his pants and boxers, and his dick springs free. I spit on it, then slowly stroke him from top to bottom.
"Fuck." He bucks his hips. "Take whatever you want, Fallon. I'm all yours."
As I look up at him, I feel powerful, knowing he's at my mercy. He’s giving me the power to do whatever I want to him with no pressure or guilt.
I grip his thick shaft, admiring how much blood pumps as it aches for a release. Swiping my tongue up his thick vein, I land under the tip, and he hisses in response. I can't deny how much I like hearing him moan.
Pulling his crown between my lips, I hollow my cheeks and suck. My tongue slides around and tastes every delicious inch of him.
"My God, Fallon. You're driving me fucking crazy with that hot, greedy mouth of yours." He grabs my head, tangling his fingers in my hair as I continue to worship every long inch of him. I love having his soft, velvety skin between my lips. The ache between my thighs becomes unbearable as he hisses and groans out my name.
"You still planning to give me that pearl necklace?" I taunt when I come up for air, keeping my palm tightly wrapped around him.
"Fuck, sweetheart. It's all I've thought about. But not right now. I need to taste your cunt before I lose my goddamn mind."
Standing, I strip, knowing he's seen all of me already. As soon as I slip off my panties, he hauls me to the couch, settling me flat on my back.