Nodding, I follow Levi’s footsteps in a slight jog. At the end of the hall, there’s a blue door labeled “Bathroom” that appears to be gender neutral. I knock and there’s no response. I try to twist the knob, and it opens. The lights are dim, much like those in fancy restaurants or spas. It’s as clean as one, too.
“Levi?”
Once I’m halfway in, I see him standing behind the door, his head down. My heart sinks.
“Levi, talk to me, please.”
He shakes his head. “I’m so sorry for not telling you.” His blue eyes meet mine, and guilt hits me like a freight train. “I swear, I didn’t come here to see him. Ethan’s a friend, that’s it. He’s also the best artist I know, and I wanted the best for you.”
I wrap my arms around him and shake my head aggressively.God, I’m a bitch.“There’s no need to be sorry. I’m the one who should be. I should’ve asked you when we were alone. I didn’t think it through.”
Levi gently pushes my shoulders away and wipes a tear that seems to have fallen down my cheek. “You aren’t mad at me?” he asks quietly but sounds surprised.
I look at him, confused. “Of course not.”
“And you still want to be with me?” His jaw is tight and throat dry, as if the question caused him physical pain.
Instead of answering his question with words, I take action. I press my body against his and kiss him until he opens his mouth, letting me in with a soft moan. His dick hardens against me, and I rub a hand over his jeans.
Levi moans again. “Fuck, baby.”
“What did you do with him?” I want him to know that I’m not worried about his past with men. In fact, it turns me on even if it makes me the slightest bit jealous.
His eyes flicker with suspicion and surprise. “Bambi, why do you want to know?”
“Tell me and you’ll find out.” Usually, Levi’s the one in charge; this time, I need to be. I need him to see that I won’t ever feel insecure or think differently about him because he likes men and has a past with them. “I won’t run away, Levi.” I rub him again and he throws his head back. “Tell me.”
He swallows audibly. “This past New Year’s we went to a party.”
“Mhm.” I kiss his neck, waiting to hear more.
Levi’s breathing picks up. “Ethan approached me first after he noticed I was checking him out. Then his boyfriend joined us and we got to talking.” I wasn’t expecting Chris to be there, but that’s all right. “After we spent half an hour talking and flirting, they invited me to their hotel room a couple of blocks away.”
I bite my lip not knowing this conversation would make me this wet and excited.
“And?” I unbutton his pants, slowly pulling his zipper down. “What happened when you got to the hotel?”
Levi looks at me nervously. I nod, letting him know it’s okay. He’s convinced once I stick my hand under his boxers and cup the length of him.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers. He attempts to kiss me, but I press a finger to his lips, reminding him of my question. He sighs. “Ethan pushed me against the elevator mirror as soon as the doors closed and his boyfriend watched us make out while cupping his cock.”
A moan escapes me, and Levi catches it. He finally understands what the story is doing to me. A surprised smile touches his lips until I stroke him harder, and it disappears. “We went to the room and Chris and I kissed, then we all kissed and got undressed. Everything happened so fucking quick.”
“Was it your first threesome?” I ask out of curiosity. He nods. “Who fucked who?” I give him a light kiss and he groans.
“We took turns fucking each other, but it was mostly me inside both of them.”
My panties are a mess right now, and, holy shit, I’m lowering my knees onto the floor. Who am I right now?A girl who likes to hear about her boyfriend’s past sexual experiences.
He looks down at me, worried and turned on. “Stevie…”
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I tug his pants down till he’s sprung free. His dick hits his stomach while the piercing I’ve come to love glints in the low light.
“You have no idea how wet I am, Levi.”
His pupils dilate. “Let me touch you.”
I shake my head. “Let me suck this while you finish your story.” The words make him shiver as I feel my cheeks warm, saying the words I’m not used to, but too caught up in the moment to care. “Who came first and where?”
