Levi closes his eyes, as if attempting not to pull me up and take over. “Chris came over his stomach while Ethan fucked him in the ass, and I was in his mouth.” At that moment, I put him inmymouth, not bothering to tease him. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Stevie, shit.” I bob my head back and forth slowly, refusing to move faster until he finishes the story that’s making me want to touch myself. “After that, Ethan started fucking me.”
I moan around his dick, and he does the same quietly, aware of our surroundings, unlike me. Taking him out of my mouth, I get an idea. One that’ll hopefully work in both our favors. Grabbing the top of his pants and boxers, I shove them both down, leaving him completely exposed.
“What are you doing?”
Moving my hand to his back, I cup his ass as my heart works overtime. His eyes widen as I sneak my finger in between the cheeks, right to the entrance of his hole.
“Is this okay?” My voice is quiet, awaiting his say-so.
“Yes,” he croaks, pulling my hair back to look at him. I slide a finger into his ass slowly, and I see a whole new slide of Levi. His breaths are harsher, his grunts louder, and I can feel him clench around me like I do him. “Stevie, oh fuck.”
Continuing to move my finger, I ask, “Did he fuck you like this?”
Levi shakes his head, throwing it back with his mouth wide open. “It was faster and harder.”
Picking up the speed, I take the whole of him in my mouth while fingering him. Things I never, ever thought I’d do, let alone in a bathroom. But crap, it’s turning me on.
“Just like that,” he grunts. “Don’t fucking stop.”
I look at him with pleading eyes to finish the damn story.
“Chris swallowed all of my cum while Ethan fucked me,” he grits out and finally grabs my hair and shoves me forward, taking back the control and reversing our roles. I’m so wet, I’ll be surprised if I don’t have a spot showing through my green jeans. “But it’s nothing compared to your mouth, baby.” The words make me whimper, and I stick another finger in him. He shakes, and I know he’s close. “I’m gonna come.” I nod, practically begging him to. His legs almost give out as he lets out a loud grunt and says my name, over and over, while I swallow everything he gives me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
After Levi finishes and I take my fingers out of him, he pulls me up and kisses me, not caring that his cum is still in my mouth. He catches all of my moans, and when we separate, both of our breaths are heavy.
“Stevie, I’m sorry for not telling you before, but…”
“But?”
He chuckles. “That was the best blow job of my fucking life. I saw stars at the end there.”
I laugh. “Maybe we could do it again sometime.”
“Or maybe…” He grabs my ass and squeezes. “I can return the favor if you keep quiet. If you’re a good girl, I’ll be a good boy, promise.” Levi winks, and I try to push him away, but he laughs and holds me tighter. “Does this count as our first date?” he questions and gives me a peck.
Shaking my head, I give him a peck back. Levi hasn’t technically asked me out on a date yet. It’s only been a coupleof days since we got together, and we’ve both been busy with midterms. We’ve had dinner together at the apartment when possible. Mostly, it’s been us cuddling after studying for hours, trying to sneak in a quickie here and there.
“Not until you ask me out properly.”
He smiles. “Stephanie Winters, will you do me the great honor of going on a date with me?”
“I’d love to.”
Levi pulls me in for a harsh kiss. “You better.”
We chuckle and there’s a moment of silence when we’re staring at each other. He raises his hand to caress my cheek, and I grin, leaning into the touch. His blue eyes seem to change after a couple of seconds, his pupils focusing and unfocusing until he’s giving me a look I don’t recognize. “You’re fucking beautiful, Bambi. Inside and out. I’m so damn lucky to call you mine.”
My grin is so big, it hurts my face. “Back at you, Hotshot.”
The spell breaks when the old pipes make a loud sound and we leave the bathroom after fixing ourselves, although there isn’t much I can do about my hair.
We’re holding hands as we turn the corner and find Ethan with his headphones on rocking out to “Somebody To Love” by Queen, one of my moms’ and my favorites. He notices us and raises a brow.
“Didn’t want to eavesdrop on whatever it was you were doing in there,” he huffs out. “At least tell me you cleaned up.”
Smiling sheepishly, I guarantee to him that it’s clean,because I swallowed the mess.“That’s one of my favorite songs to play on the piano.” I point to his phone, and he asks me more about my playing abilities. Feeling Levi’s touch, I find him examining my new ink. It has the first few notes of my original song in purple—the color of epilepsy representation—and a branch of lavender flows underneath it—the flower of epilepsy awareness.
No matter whether I land the role or not, the song is something I’ll always be extremely proud of, along with representing what I have in a positive light. It reminds me that I do hold power over my future, that I do have control of my life. And that everything, even this chronic condition, had to have happened for a reason.
