Rock My World

by Lee Piper

  I groaned. “An eternity is how fucking long it’s taking to get your mouth on me.”

  He snickered and nipped me again, though harder this time. I’d have a mark tomorrow. The thought made me smile.

  I was swiftly dragged back to the present when his tongue finally found me. “Fucking hell,” I cried to the ceiling above.

  Levi snickered from between my legs and I reached down, tugging his hair in warning. But my grasp immediately loosened because his tongue … sweet God. His tongue worked me slowly, rhythmically and ever so purposefully. It was as though he already knew my every contour and response elicited through mouth alone. This beautifully talented man crafted quite simply, the most insanely awesome sensation I’d ever felt. Letting go of Levi’s hair, I threw my arms above my head, gripping the arm rest behind me as my body bucked and bowed in reaction to each of his masterful strokes. One of Levi’s hands then trailed down my thighs, leaving tingling waves in its wake, before two fingers slipped inside me, rhythmically pumping while stars formed before my eyes.

  I moaned as a coil of raw energy formed inside of me. Good God, this looming orgasm is actually going to kill me.

  “That’s right, kitten,” Levi hummed, “I wanna hear you call my name.”

  I moaned louder. The combination of his fingers, tongue and words forced the sensation to build incrementally stronger. My world became dark as I concentrated solely on that one ball of bright, glowing energy.

  “I wanna hear you call it so loudly, the floor above us knows who I am.”

  I moaned. Really fucking loud. I was so close. I was petering on the edge of a black precipice and ready to free fall into that pool of sparkling light glittering just below.

  “Come for me, Grace.”

  I fell.

  The sphere of raw energy detonated and reflective light blinded me as my body came alive, screaming, convulsing and shuddering from that long-awaited-for, hallowed release.

  Levi’s tongue kept working me throughout it all—through the buildup, the fall, and the aftermath. Even as I lay there minutes later, trembling, breathless and slowly trying to gather together everything he had catastrophically blown apart, he gently lapped me. When I stilled he at last stopped, before reverently kissing me once again and then looking up at what had to be my ridiculously dazed expression. A self-indulgent grin stretched across his face.

  “I’m pretty sure the whole fucking building knows my name now.”

  I turned my head away, exhausted, as he laughed quietly.

  Levi sat up, removed his shirt and slowly crawled towards me. He kissed, sucked and murmured how fucking sensational I tasted the whole way. I was still reeling from that orgasm and did little except watch his worshipful progression up my body as though from a distance. Once he reached my face, he looked down at me, his clear eyes taking in my genuine bafflement as I stared up at him.

  How does he do it? How does he make me feel so full? So complete. So … I couldn’t even bring myself to think the word.

  “Grace—”

  But I still wasn’t ready, so I pulled him towards me and demanded his lips instead. That bombshell had to wait for another day. For a time when I could let the emotion sink in and openly claim my heart without fear pushing it away or my sense of unworthiness annihilating it totally. I could taste my own saltiness in his mouth and my tongue dove inside as eager hands seized his face, dragging him closer still.

  Levi responded with unleashed fervor, pushing me deeper into the cushions of the couch while his tongue commandeered my own. He groaned as I trailed my fingers down his chest and over his stomach, before slipping around to splay across his back, nails digging into his flesh.

  “I need to be inside you,” he ground out against my bruised lips.

  A brilliant idea.

  My fingers immediately found his belt. I unbuckled it and did away with the top button and zip of his pants with a ruthlessness which surprised me. Thankfully, I gentled before reaching inside to take hold of him.

  “Fuck,” he hissed into my mouth, as I released his erection from his boxers and slowly started working the silken shaft.

  Unfortunately, I didn’t have long to enjoy the feel of him hardening even further under my exploratory touch because I suddenly found myself flipped over onto my front. “What the fuck?” I grasped the armrest for support, head still spinning, as Levi propped me up on my knees.

  While I tried to process what the heck was going on, Levi’s hands leisurely trailed up from my heels. They deliberately moved across my calves, thighs, over my ass, back and shoulders. He then gathered together the loose hair that had fallen about my face into a vice-like grip and pulled down firmly. My head shot up and I gasped out loud, immediately soaked and wanting.

  “You ready for me, Grace?”

  I warbled out some strangled acquiescence and rubbed my behind against him in case he didn’t speak crazy.

  Gradually he entered me, filling and stretching my insides to accommodate his size. He groaned, “Oh my God, this feels…” But he didn’t finish and I moaned in agreement at what was left unsaid. He paused for a minute, letting me acclimate to the feel of him, before grounding out, “Hold on, love, this is gonna get wild.”

  I didn’t even have time to react to the endearment. Let’s be honest, it was probably for the best anyway, because he eased out almost the whole way before taking a deep breath and slamming back into me.

  “Levi,” I cried out, momentarily blinded by the exquisite ache that suddenly sprung from deep within and reverberated throughout my body.

  He immediately stilled. “You okay?”

  “Don’t fucking stop.”

  He didn’t.

  With each thrust, the world as I once knew it concaved around me. When his grip on my hip tightened, my head swam. At each of his adoring exclamations, my breathing hitched. As the front of his thighs unremittingly slapped the back of mine, I lost all sense of reason. How this man could turn an otherwise rational individual into a bundle of electrified, floating fragments, I had no idea. But he did.

  That gradual ache once again built inside of me. “Jesus,” I whimpered, seriously not liking my chances of surviving a second orgasm.

  Levi groaned my name as I tightened around him. The knowledge that he was as completely undone by me as I was of him, gave me the strength not to splinter and crumble. Somewhere buried amongst the tottering mountains of arousal-induced sensation was my logical thought still ticking away, so I made a decision. I was going to embrace each and every fiber of fervent sensation as though it were the last time I would ever feel it.

  I pushed back.

  “Grace.”

  My world grew darker, I pushed back again.

  “Grace,” Levi hissed.

  And again, flecks of light appeared.

  “Fuck.”

  With his broken admonition, I came wildly. It was earth-shattering, life-changing and every other clichéd reference to dramatic transformation I could think of but not vocalize in my disjointed state of mind. As he came too, Levi somehow managed to hurl apart my very being, expose its broken remnants and gaze in wonder at the dazzling light caught in their reflections.

  When the last of our joined cries finally eased he bent forward, wrapping one arm around me, gasping for breath. He held me close, effectively stopping me from collapsing since my limbs refused to function and keep me upright.

  “Reckon the whole building knows my name too,” I mumbled into the cushion.

  Levi shook his head against my back, too shattered to speak.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I'm stuck in yesterday’s memories.

  You, you can’t remember at all,

  Tell me there’s a tomorrow,

  Today’s driving me fucking crazy.

  -MONDEZ, “Entries and Exits”

  I honestly tried to concentrate during the second day of the conference. I even had my notebook out, with pen poised over the paper in anticipation of the torrent of words which wer
e going to fly out of my mind and onto the blank page.

  Only it was useless.

  Levi sat next to me, dressed in dark gray suit pants and a light blue tieless shirt, sleeves once again rolled up over his forearms. His upper thigh was pressed against my own, for God’s sake. I mean, how was I ever going to think straight when he was actually touching me?

  I couldn’t tell you about a single topic from the seminar that morning. Not one. Hell, I wouldn’t have been able to spell my own freakin’ name had someone asked me. In other words, I was a sodden mess of want and need wrapped tightly in my favorite green and black structured work dress. And ballet flats. God knows there was no way I would have been able to sit still in those nude pumps. I wouldn’t have been able to leave the hotel room for the rest of the week if I dared put them on again. Sadly, I had to report back to Serena on all things educational and prove I was just the woman for the English coordinator role. So, living out my every sexual fantasy with the man seated next to me was going to have to wait for a couple more hours at least.

  I sighed.

  This was shit.

  As we filed out of the conference hall and into the foyer for lunch, with Levi’s hand resting possessively on my lower back, I decided that I had to say something. So I led him to a corner, turned around and stated flatly, “This isn’t working.”

  “What?”

  “This.” I gestured to the both of us standing far too close for a mentor and her student teacher. “It’s not working, Levi. I’m supposed to be taking notes on each of the sessions, only with you right next to me all I can think about is—” I stopped and my face flushed. Most likely bright red.

  Levi smirked.

  “I’m serious. I need to have something to show bitch-face Serena when I get back and so far all I’ve got is this.” I shoved my blank page accusingly up at him.

  “Don’t worry about it, kitten. I’ve got plenty of notes you can use.”

  I rubbed frustrated fingers across my forehead. “That’s not the point.”

  “You wanna slow down again, is that it?” He looked hurt, I could almost see the indignation building and then rolling towards me in a monstrous tidal wave. “Are we seriously going back there again? Because after last night, I thought you were over hiding behind that bullshit.”

  I stepped closer. I no longer cared about any onlookers, they could all go fuck themselves. “Honey, no. No,” I reached out, resting my hand on his chest. “I don’t want us to slow down and I don’t for one second regret anything that happened last night. It was,” I stared directly into his eyes, wanting him to know that I spoke the absolute truth, “the most unbelievable night of my life.”

  Levi placed his hand over mine, moving it slightly until it rested over the steady beat of his heart. “Mine too.”

  I shut my eyes and breathed deeply, drawing up the courage to look at him during this crucial moment. So I slowly opened them again and we stood there, gazing unflinchingly at the other for what could have been seconds, minutes, hell—even days. Whoa. I could tangibly see the emotion in Levi’s clear blue eyes. It was no longer hidden behind his mocking stare, this depth of feeling was blatantly sitting at the forefront, just waiting for me to accept it.

  I tore my gaze away, immediately terrified by what I had seen and even more so by what I felt. I shook my head.

  “Look.” But I then had to stop and try again because my voice turned husky. “Look, the session after lunch is broken into smaller workshops.” I stared at my hand wrapped in his, not wanting him to let go of it. Ever. “Maybe we should both go to separate ones and meet up at the end of the day?”

  Two fingers gently lifted my chin and our eyes locked. “Is that what you want?”

  “No,” I whispered, “but yes.”

  Levi slowly nodded and gently brushed the backs of his fingers down my face. He’d done it again. Through a look and with a touch he calmed my burgeoning storm, soothed my frantic emotion and eased my total confusion. He made everything right again.

  “Okay, then. Have it your way.”

  “Doesn’t she always?”

  Levi and I turned.

  Aemon stood close by, his fitted white shirt and navy pants emphasizing a lean build and tan skin. That mop of blond hair fell into hazel eyes, eyes that were intentionally looking between Levi and I. Crap. I took a quick step back but Levi gripped my hand tighter, refusing to let it go.

  “Looks like you’re both … getting along well.”

  Levi’s stare turned cold. “What of it?”

  Aemon ignored the question and turned to me. “I missed not seeing you again yesterday, Grace. I’d like us to spend some more time together while you’re here.”

  I could hear Levi grinding his teeth.

  “So … I thought I’d come over to see what session you’d signed up for after lunch.”

  I checked my program. “Um, I was thinking of going to The Modern Classroom.”

  He grinned mischievously. “What a coincidence, me too. In that case, I’ll save you a seat.” Aemon winked. “See you after lunch.” With that, he turned and strolled away. I was surprised he wasn’t whistling a jaunty tune, he looked that damn pleased with himself.

  “Asshole.”

  “He’s harmless, Levi. Forget about him.”

  Levi turned and cupped my face between his strong hands. “He wants what’s mine.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Possessive much?”

  “You’re mine, Grace. I’ve never wanted anyone so fucking bad in my entire life, and if that dickhead thinks he can just—” He took a steadying breath. “If he so much as touches you, I’m gonna kill him.”

  Despite the macho bullshit, I kinda loved hearing him say that. So, I stood up on my tiptoes and softly kissed his lips. “Come on,” I murmured, “let’s go somewhere else for lunch. If I have to choke down another stale ham and cheese roll, I’m gonna kill someone.”

  We decided on a hipster café not far from where the conference was held. The place came complete with wooden crates for seats and glass jars with paper straws to drink out of. It was hilarious. Levi and I spent the hour talking about pretty much everything other than the deep and meaningful conversation we kind of had in the foyer. And Aemon. What game was he playing at anyway? Surely, he knew I wasn’t going to be another sexual conquest. I mean, we’d known each other for years and I’d never even touched the guy. Well, except when he hugged me, put his arm around me at any chance he got, and tried to kiss me that one time… Probably best not to dwell on the past.

  Anyway, Levi and I spoke about his music and my work. At other times, we just as easily lapsed into companionable silence. It was during these periods that I finally accepted how much I truly cared about him. Turned out, it was a heck of a lot. I mean, what I felt for Levi after only eleven days was incomparable to what I ever felt for Dylan. And we had been together for a year. But I still couldn’t shake the sense of foreboding which shadowed my every move and elbowed me in the ribs every time I smiled, laughed or dared to feel happy. I tried to ignore it, really I did.

  But it was relentless.

  “We need to head back.”

  I nodded, seriously hating my earlier decision even though I knew it was the only way I could actually get some work done. Once again, Levi took my hand and we walked towards the convention center, markedly slower than the speed in which we had left it. Just as we were about to enter the packed foyer, he pulled me aside. Levi gazed at me, tenderly trailed the backs of his fingers down the side of my face before leaning forward and murmuring in my ear, “Keep your phone on you.”

  I looked up at him, confused, but he simply brushed his lips against mine and walked away. In no time at all he was absorbed into the throng of people moving towards the smaller rooms just off the main entrance.

  After shaking that conundrum off, I located my next session. There was still some time before it began so I was surprised to see Aemon already there. He smiled at me as I sat down next to him.

 
“Good lunch?”

  “Yeah, much better than the shit they give us here.” I took my phone out, switched it to silent and then placed it in my lap.

  Aemon threw his head back and laughed. It was a nice sound. “I’d forgotten how honest you were, Grace.”

  I looked down. “More like socially inappropriate.”

  “Hey.” My gaze went to his and he was staring at me intently. Too intently. I shifted in my seat; the atmosphere had suddenly changed and I felt beyond uncomfortable.

  “Don’t look at me like that.”

  “Like what?”

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t play innocent with me. You forget that I know you, Aemon Thomas Barker. I’ve seen that look before, many times over in fact, and it always leads to trouble.”

  “Don’t you mean it always leads to a woman riding my cock?”

  “Well, there’s a mental picture I’d pay to have removed,” I muttered.

  He grinned. “I’ve really missed you, Grace. Seeing you again reminds me of all the fun times we used to have. We were always so good together.”

  “We were never together, Aemon.”

  “No.” His eyes saddened. He paused, and when he next spoke his voice was low. “But I wished we were.”

  I looked down at my phone. Nothing. Shit. I sighed, turning back to him. “Aemon, we’ve been through this, I’m not the girl for you. A lot has changed since I last saw you and the person you’re reminiscing about is not the woman I am today. Trust me, she’s long gone. Now, can we please change the subject already?”

  “Why? Because you’re fucking your student teacher?”

  I stood and glared at him. “Screw you.”

  Aemon put out a hand to stop me from storming off, he had a strong grip. “Grace, I’m sorry. I had no right to say that, I just…” He sighed, loosening his hold on my arm slightly. “I just didn’t realize how much I missed you until I saw you with that guy yesterday, that’s all. Please stay. If you do, I promise to keep all jerk-like tendencies to a minimum.”