He cocked his head. “You want me begging for you? Does that make you feel horny to see me so vulnerable in front of you?”
I didn’t take my eyes off him. “Yes.”
I didn’t think he would do it, but his finger brushed my cheek with a strange softness, and he said, “Get on your knees, Dalia.I beg you,please.”
His tone was devoid of any trace of sarcasm but placid and hard. This sent a jolt of fire in my core. I took the initiative and touched him on top of his trousers. He unzipped himself, and his hardness jerked free from his boxers. It was big and thick, not that I had anything to compare it to.
My hand jerked on his length. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“Suck the tip, and stroke me. Don’t be afraid to go hard,” he said.
I lowered myself to my knees and swirled my tongue against his head. He let out a feral groan before he thrusted inside my mouth. I had to adjust to him; it wasn’t like the lollipops of my youth. He filled me more, way more, and I had to work on mygag reflex. My tongue licked him, and I sucked at the tip. He cursed, his head falling back. I must’ve been doing this whole thing well.
“Harder, my little thief.”
His fingers carded through my hair as he thrust into my mouth faster. His eyes locked on mine, and I felt his muscles flexing, his pace madly increasing.
“Fuck, Dalia, I’m going to come. Either you swallow me whole or—” he rasped.
I didn’t stop but increased my pace until he came in my mouth, groaning hard, and I swallowed every last salty bit of him. It was intense but exciting. Flushed, he pulled me back to him, his touch screaming mine, his eyes calling me mine, as he swapped with his finger some of his cum left on the corners of my mouth.
I cleared my throat. “I guess we should get back to the party, right?”
“No, let’s call it a night,” he said, dry and cold.
My belly clenched. I was still high on adrenaline, so I didn’t expect his detached tone to hit me like that. Would he toss me just like that after this happened?
“Fine,” I said proudly. “Have a good night, then, Levi, but this will not happen again if you treat me like this right after! I’m not an object you can toss away, so you do whatever you—”
He chuckled. “You’re cute.”
I frowned. “Cute?”
“Yes. You’re not going anywhere, Dalia. You’re coming back with me to my dorm, and before you think about it, arguing with me is a waste of time.”
Iwas in Levi’s bedroom, not knowing where to put myself while he undressed. I had found myself in his bedroom once, but I was drunk. Now, this felt all too real.
Real as inI was in Levi Delombre’s bedroom right after I brought him to an orgasm—Grandma would be proud. Would we have sex? Did I want to have sex?Yes. Was I ready?Probably. Was I ready for him?Probably not.
“What are you doing?” I thought it was about time to ask.
“Showering. Want to come with me or go first?”
He was now in the bathroom as I peered at him from the back—completely naked and unapologetic, confident. He turned around, and I gulped, freezing on the spot. It was the first time I was seeing him fully naked.
He was built with lean muscles, gorgeous, and still hard and thick. But my heart squeezed. He had some scars and some burns in the shape of holes on his forearms, contrasting with his skin. What were those? What happened to him? He tilted his head, and a blush crept through my cheeks.
“Are you going to watch me like that for long or…” he trailed off.
I turned around, drifting my stare away from him. “Nope. All good.”
“I’ll be back. You have your own toothbrush, towel, something for your makeup, and pajamas are folded on the bed.”
He didn’t close the door behind him and turned on the shower. Did he seriously plan all this? Not that it’d surprise me. At this moment, I really needed to have a girl talk, but Grandma was probably asleep, and I didn’t want to bother Yas. She was probably not experienced either, but the books she was reading were instructive enough—they’d gotten me through up until this point.
Levi eventually returned, clad in nothing but a towel wrapped around the V-shape of his abs with his wet hair pulled back. My middle throbbed again. The moment he stepped through the door, I darted straight to his bathroom and locked myself in, trying to gather my strength. It was new. Scary. I took the longest shower of my life and changed into his pajamas, one of his black sweaters that smelled just like him.
When I emerged from the bathroom, Levi stood before me, now wearing only black silk pajama bottoms. “I like seeing you wear my clothes.”
