I notice Bennett looking at her with almost a sense of longing as he appears to be making a mental note. Interesting.
I feel Levi’s hand starting to slowly make its way up my thigh which makes my head snap to him. A small smirk is pulling at his lips as he starts to slowly tickle my inner thigh. I grip his wrist, squeezing firmly to warn him that he better not be doing what I think he is.
He keeps his hand in place for the next few minutes before sliding just that little bit further, his pinky finger swiping along the crease of my thigh right where my panties meet my skin making me jolt slightly at the contact. He keeps soft, teasing pressure, letting his finger glide across my skin.
He adjusts his angle slightly, so this time when he swipes his finger it grazes across my clit over my panties. Subconsciously, my legs fall open a little wider before I realise and try to snap them shut. Levi holds them open with his gaze still fixated on the screen. He starts to apply more pressure as he swipes his finger across my clit now moving slightly faster.
The credits now begin to roll across the screen and Levi releases the pressure swinging his arm back over top of my legs as Gigi and Hudson start to discuss – or I guess, argue – which new movie to put on.
I stand from my seat, stretching out on slightly shaky legs. “Alright guys, I’m gonna head to bed. I’m exhausted.”
“Night.” Murmurs throughout the room as I head upstairs to get ready for bed. I expect Levi to be coming up shortly, so I brush my teeth and jump through the shower before pulling on a white satin pyjama set.
I walk back into the hall and lean against Levi’s door, awaiting his arrival. He’s going to learn that between the two of us, he doesn’t hold the power.
Just like I expected, it’s not even five minutes later before he comes upstairs only pausing at the top as he takes me in. His bright blue eyes flash with heat as I crook a finger at him to come closer. He saunters toward me as I twist the door handle to open the door to his room, walking backward inside as Levi follows me, closing the door quietly behind him. I stop in the middle of the room, though Levi continues until his chest is flush against my own.
I tilt my head back to glare at him, making an infuriatingly smug smirk spread across his lips.
“You always get cocky when you think you have the upper hand, Scar.” He cups my face, his thumb tracing the curve of my bottom lip. I shake him off.
“I do have the upper hand, Levi.” I step closer to him cupping his still hard cock through his shorts, making his jaw drop open and a small grunt falls out. “Tell me what you want.”
His flustered expression only makes me smile as he opens and closes his mouth, searching for words, so I prompt him again. “Use your words, baby. What do you want?” I give his cock a firm squeeze causing him to whimper softly.
“You.” He murmurs, grasping my hip and pulling me toward him.
I place my hand on his chest, pushing him off me. “Get on the bed, Levi.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
LEVI
Iback up until my knees hit the edge of the bed and I sit, leaning back on my hands. I look up at Scarlett through my lashes, awaiting her next move.
She tilts her head, an undeniable look of heat in her eyes. “Back.”
I shuffle up the bed, until I’m leaning back propped up on the pillows. She stands at the foot of the bed, slowly crossing her arms over her chest as she cocks her hips. Her eyes make their way down my body, as though she is really studying me and I shift slightly, uncomfortable with the attention.
Scarlett kneels on the bed, at my feet, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on my ankle. Holy shit. She inches forward, nudging my legs further apart before pressing her lips against my shin. My mouth drops open, my eyes fluttering closed at the contact. Another follows at my knee, then one more at my thigh at the edge of my shorts.
Her fingertips graze my thigh, making goosebumps break out across my skin. Her hand continues trailing up, brushing over my still hard cock making me grit my teeth. I am dying to be touched, though, I have the feeling she might like torturing me.
Scarlett looks at me through her thick lashes, her fingernail trailing along the ridges of my cock causing my stomach to clench from the anticipation. I move to grab her hand to apply more pressure, but she slaps me away.
“I’m in control, Levi.” Her voice is even, yet firm. “Keep your hands to yourself. If you touch me, I stop. Do you understand me?”
My eyes widen slightly at her tone, my head nodding subconsciously. Yes, please.
“What did I say about using your words?”
“Yes, Princess.” I mumble. Part of me knows I should be embarrassed about how this girl makes me submit, but I no longer care. I want her. I need her.
“Good boy.” She says as she tucks her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and underwear, pulling down as I lift my hips slightly for her to pull them all the way off.
She brings her hand to my rigid cock, wrapping her hand around the base and squeezing. Jesus. Fuck. At this rate, I’m going to blow so quick.
She strokes once, swiping her thumb across the head before her hand makes its way back down to the base. Bringing her mouth to my cock, she licks the underside of the head, my hips jerk, chasing more pleasure from her mouth.
