“You’ve been so patient.” Levi’s voice deepens as his fingers grab the top of my boy shorts. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue and make you scream.”
“Finally.” He chuckles at my comment and pulls my underwear off aggressively. He wastes no time as he sticks his tongue into me, just as promised. “Oh my God.”
His head shoots up. “That better not be the name you scream when you come.”
My eyes narrow the second he stops. This time, he slowly passes his tongue over my clit, and I see stars. “Levi, that feels amazing.”
He hums his approval. “Good girl.” The two words cause me to shut my legs, making me want more friction. Levi pushes them back open. “Keep them there and let me taste all of you properly.”
“Mhm.” His tongue continues the slow strokes. When he moves faster, I shake my head, protesting, and he understands that’s not what I need.
He slows down again, and now I’m getting close. I begin to shake and pull his head forward. I’m practically rubbing myself all over him, and he moans and growls in approval as my sounds grow louder and louder. My legs remain open as instructed until Levi shoves two fingers harshly into me and I detonate, screaming his name loud enough for everyone on the block to hear. The feeling claims me and I swear that I almost pass out. I’m shaking, and my orgasm continues for what feels like forever as Levi’s fingers fuck me slowly.
This is nothing like it ever was with my ex. Ever.
Coming back down to reality, I no longer feel his fingers. Instead, he’s kissing my neck and whispering words of affirmation. “You’re such a good fucking girl. You taste so good.You sound so pretty when you scream my name.” I’m sure I miss a word or two, but I don’t care. The ones I catch wash over me, making me smile.
Now I’m relaxed, yet oddly alert. It occurs to me that I haven’t made him come yet.
I grab him over his sweatpants and move my hand up, rubbing him. Levi hisses. “Fuck.”
“I want you in my mouth.”
His eyes widen. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
I tilt my head, confused. I offered a man head, and he’s saying no? “Why not?”
He swallows so harshly, I hear it. “I’m um…different down there.”
My nose scrunches up, even more confused and slightly scared. “Spit it out, Levi. I want you inside my damn mouth.”
His chest moves heavily, and I see the desire and need in his eyes. Dragging my hand one more time over him, he growls like an animal and says the last thing I expected.
“I got my dick pierced four years ago.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
LEVI
Stevie looks at me with wide green eyes. Fuck, she’s beautiful, even when she’s speechless. I wait for her to say something. She’s been so patient with me tonight, it’s only fair I do the same. If I were her, I probably would’ve slapped me with the way I acted like a fucking child earlier.
“What kind of piercing?” She blinks and looks down curiously.
Stevie is inexperienced but brave as hell. Still, it scares the shit out of me to do too much so soon. It’s extremely rare to find someone our age who isn’t nervous about the piercing or things I want to do. Some former partners have run. I swear, they put their clothes back on and run out of my apartment thinking it would get caught in their pussy or asshole. Yes, it’s a possibility, but a very rare one.
Clearing my throat, I lay beside her with an elbow propped up, her tits on full display causing my dick to twitch. She doesn’t know it, but when she came, it took all of my self-control not to fuck her till she begged me to stop.
“Levi?” I look back up at Stevie and find a small smile on her lips.
I gotta stop thinking with my dick. This is Stevie, someone I like, although I haven’t said those exact words yet. I’m not ready.
“It’s called a Prince Albert?—”
“A regular, reverse, or deep shaft?”
What. The. Fuck?How did she know that? Andrew couldn’t have had one, no fucking way. He’s too vanilla and too much of a pussy.
Stevie giggles. “Jeez, Levi. Stop treating me as if I haven’t been having sex for over three years, watching kinky porn, or using Google to look shit up.”
