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SCARLETT
It’s quarter to three in the morning and I switch the living room T.V. on, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I had a quick nap before I had to come down to watch, but if i’m being honest, that might not have been the brightest idea.
I connect my phone, so I am able to stream directly and once it connects, I settle back into the couch, pulling a blanket up over my legs.
The game is about a minute away from starting when I hear soft footsteps from the hallway. I turn my head to watch as Levi appears, his head tipped down, raking his hands sleepily through his soft curls. Before I can stop myself, I sweep my eyes over him, taking in his bare, defined chest, a deep V that disappears into his low-slung grey sweatpants.
I let out a dreamy sigh subconsciously, making Levi stumble, his gorgeous blue eyes snapping to mine.
He clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably as he points his thumb toward the kitchen. “Just getting a drink.” He gives me an awkward smile. So cute.
He makes his way into the kitchen, grabbing a drink before moving back toward the stairs.
“Levi.” I call, patting the seat beside me. He stops in his tracks, posture dropping slightly in what would seem to be defeat, though, I know it’s not. I just can’t put my finger on what emotions are running through him at this point – I’m sensing some kind of war in his mind.
He shuffles toward the couch just as the game kicks off. Levi drops down beside me, keeping a safe distance and his posture rigid and his hands fidgeting in his lap.
I roll my eyes, before leaning into him, wrapping my hands around his bicep. Levi freezes before he slowly releases some of that tension. Finally.
I’m tuned into the game when Levi whispers into my ear, his warm breath brushing my cheek. “So, who’s your brother?”
I flick my eyes up to meet his, melting slightly at his interest. Just for the lake house, Scar.
“The halfback, number seven. Charlie Quinn.” I murmur, sliding one hand down to rest on his thigh. I feel as his breath hitches before he relaxes under my touch. Good boy. I begin to swipe my thumb across his sweats covered thigh.
Levi tilts his head back onto the couch, letting out a soft sigh. I gradually move my hand further up, eventually getting to the crease of his thigh where I rest my hand for the remainder of the half. Charlie’s team is up eighteen to twelve, so it’s a close game but I know he’s got this in the bag.
I turn all my attention to Levi gliding my hand so I’m now cupping his crotch, palming his cock through his sweatpants. I feel him growing hard as I start to get firmer with my movements, Levi choking on a breath.
“S-Scar, we shouldn’t.” His voice is soft as he protests weakly, slowly losing the battle with his mind.
“Let me take care of you, baby.” I slide lower, slipping my fingers into the waistband of his sweats and boxers. His icy blue eyes meet mine as he nods, just barely, but enough to give me confirmation that this is what he wants. That I’m what he wants. He lifts his hips, allowing me to drag his pants down enough that his dick eagerly falls out, slapping against the skin of his stomach.
My eyes take in the sight – I mean, it really is a beautiful cock. I swipe my thumb over the head, collecting a drop of precome that’s beading at the tip. Levi groans softly, pushing his hips up into my hand, seeking me out.
Leaning forward, I look up at him through my lashes, I lick up the length of his cock, sucking slightly on the tip before taking the head into my mouth. Levi’s hand comes to cup my jaw as he looks down at me with hooded eyes.
I suck on his tip, jerking his cock, holding him here for a little while longer before I slide him deeper into my mouth. I relax my throat as I work all the way down the length until my nose is just about brushing his pubic bone. Holding his dick in my throat, I swallow, making Levi moan loudly. My other hand shoots up to cover his mouth as I shoot him a warning look that he’s too busy to notice.
I bob my head, taking him slow and deep. Each time I come up, I swipe my tongue along the underside of the head before taking him deep again. Levi is pliant, a string of soft whimpers escaping him.
I notice Levi’s abs starting to tighten so I begin to work him harder. My hand grips the base of his cock firmer and I pick up my pace. Levi slides his hands into my hair, moving his hips to no real rhythm, trying to chase his release. I press his hips back down into the couch, holding him there.
“Oh f-fuck, Scar. Fuck.” He groans, teetering on the edge of his orgasm. I squeeze his cock once, and that’s all it took.
“I’m coming, Princess.” Levi says on a gasp as he erupts. Hot, thick spurts of cum shoot all over my tongue, hitting the back of my throat and I swallow him down eagerly.
Once I’m sure he is done, I slide his cock out of my mouth, slapping his belly once before I tuck him back into his pants, sidling up beside him again. Levi is satiated, and limp, so I wait for him to come back to Earth. A few seconds later, his head tips to the side and he gives me a small grin which is becoming my new favourite sight.
He’s so beautiful when his guard is down, and it stirs something fiercely protective in me. I don’t think anyone else knows how fragile he really is. Not even his friends, or family. I feel blessed to get this side of him.
He throws an arm over my shoulder, pulling me in tight as he sinks further into the couch just as the teams come back onfor the second half. It’s not much longer before my eyes start to get heavy and I fall into a peaceful sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
SCARLETT
