by Danica Avet
“What?”
Leaning forward, she grabs my hands and gives me a tug until I’m crouched down in front of her, our faces level with each other. “You’d make a wonderful teacher, Levi,” she says earnestly. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you have so much patience with people that you could teach anyone to play drums.”
This is a bit of a sore subject for me because yeah, I still don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do with my degree. But she’s genuinely concerned about me, for me, so I don’t snap at her. “I don’t know, babe,” I mumble. “I like kids, but I don’t think I could teach them day in and out. Not to mention I’d have to take another two years of schooling to get the Education credits.”
But she’s shaking her head. “I don’t think you should teach children. I think you should teach college.” My eyes widen because that requires a fucking Master’s degree which is about four more years. “Just hear me out, okay?” she asks, giving my hands a squeeze. “You’re short-changing yourself, Levi. You’re talented and you’re a natural leader. If you don’t want to actually teach like Ms. Frost or Dr. Klauss, you could work with drumming regiments, or freelance with marching band drumlines. There are so many things you can do, Levi. You can apply for grants and scholarships to go to grad school if it’s the money that’s worryin’ you. If it’s the schooling…” She pauses to shake her head. “You love your music classes. You don’t need to take Education courses to teach college either. You probably already have the required credits to finish with a Music major minus a few electives. You can graduate earlier than you think, work a little while, or even go directly to grad school for your Master’s.”
She leans forward to press a soft kiss to my lips. For once, I don’t respond because I’m too fucking dumbfounded by the logic of her words. I guess I always associated teaching music with being a middle grade to high school band director. But there’s an entire world out there. Consulting with marching bands or drumming regiments, or both. Two of the things I love most.
Well, except for Jolene.
Who’s talking again.
“You don’t have to decide right now, or even listen to what I said,” she rushes to say into my stunned silence. “I just… I just believe in you, in your talent, and I know you’re worried about graduating, about what you’ll do after graduation.” When I still don’t say anything, her forehead furrows and she starts biting her lip. “I know it’s not my place—”
Fuck that. I snap out of my daze and lunge at her. Knees hitting the floor in front of the stool, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to the edge of her seat, my lips crashing into hers in a desperate kiss. God, I love her. She’s absolutely perfect for me. In every way and I’ll never be able to tell her how much she means to me. But I can damn well show her.
“I love you,” I breathe against her mouth as I pull away. “Love you so fuckin’ much it hurts.”
Her lips curl into that smile I adore and her eyes shine. “I love you, too.”
Releasing her waist, I drop my hands to the hem of her skirt and slide my hands up her silky legs. “You know,” I say as casually as I can with my dick pounding out a beat behind my zipper. “I keep havin’ this dream.”
I reach the sensitive skin behind her knees. She must be wearing one of her casual bras because her nipples form hard points under her shirt, as though begging for my mouth. Sending a mental promise to them, I cup her knees and gently part them to make room for myself.
Her breathing quickens. “A dream?”
“Mm-hm,” I murmur, tracing her bottom lip with my tongue. “I see you naked as the day you were born, on a stool just like this one, your legs spread wide and my kit the only thing holdin’ you up.” She gasps. Either from my words or from the slow glide of my hands up her thighs, but it has the same effect on my body. In other words, I’m hard as a steel pipe. “And I’m kneelin’ in front of you.” My thumbs stroke the silky skin I find before I continue until I reach the leg of her panties.
“Y-Yeah?” she stammers, her pupils dilated to the point her cornflower blue eyes look black. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath.
“Yeah,” I breathe, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties. “And my face is buried in your sweet pussy.”
“Levi!” she gasps loudly, but I’ve already managed to tug her panties down. She even wiggles her hips to help me take them off, although she scolds me the entire time. “Absolutely not. I’ve never done… Well, I’ve never let anyone do that,” she whispers as though someone’s gonna hear her. Face as red as a beet, she looks scandalized and turned on. Just the way I want her. “It’s just not… I don’t know about this.”
But she looks intrigued. And when I finally get her panties off her legs, it’s to see they’re damp, her scent perfuming the air around me. I tuck them in my pocket without thought. They’re mine now, just like she is. My mouth waters. I’m not lying to her. I’ve had so many dreams about burying my face in her cunt, I’m kind of wondering if it’s a fetish. I mean, I’ve eaten girls out before, but the thought never consumed me the way it does when I imagine tasting Jolene.
She’s still talking, her blush as bright as ever. Probably because I can’t stop my hands as they slowly push her skirt up, up, up her long, gorgeous legs. I press a kiss to her inner knee. Her scent is even stronger here. I lick the soft skin, moaning at her taste. Jolene’s special flavor is imprinted on my brain, the tart sweetness of her mouth, the velvety salt of her nipples, but there’s one more place I haven’t tasted and I’m going to damn well fix that now.
“Levi!” she shrieks when I cup the backs of her knees and tilt her back, draping her legs over my shoulders.
The move forces her to reach out, her hands gripping the snare and the floor tom. She wobbles and that’s when I realize fantasy might not translate well to reality. She won’t be able to enjoy herself if she’s scared of falling.
Quick thinking has me pivoting on my knees, the stool—and Jolene whose hands grip my hair—rolling with me until I have her pinned in the corner of the room. Never thought I’d be so glad to have my kit nestled in the back of the rehearsal circle, but as soon as she’s braced against the wall, I resume my slow track up that silky thigh.
“You’re crazy,” she babbles breathlessly, tugging at my hair. “We shouldn’t be doing that in here. Someone could come in! And I really don’t need you to— Oh.”
I nuzzle her inner thigh, trailing my tongue up until her pussy is right there. Except I can’t see her because of the goddamn skirt. Using my nose, I push the material up until she’s completely bare and open to me. Seems crazy I’ve had my fingers in her, have played with her so many times, yet haven’t seen her. And I’ve been fucking missing out.
Pink, soft, and slick, her pussy is just as beautiful as the rest of her. A small strip of blonde hair a shade darker than that on her head almost points me in the direction of her sweetness. I’m panting, excited in a way I shouldn’t be. This isn’t new for me. But she’s new. And she’s my girl. Mine.
Going off her babbling, no one’s ever done this for her or to her. None of those idiotic motherfuckers had made her come, and none of them have ever tasted her. Which means…
I meet her gaze, aware that I’m hunched in front of her like a beast about to devour the first meal it’s had in months. “This pussy is mine,” I growl, vaguely noting the way her eyes widen and her cheeks bloom with color.
I can’t resist the pink folds that glisten with her honey. Not anymore.
Jolene
He’s looking at me and I want to just… Well, either sink into the floor, or grab his face and pull it right into me. My heart’s pounding out a rhythm that makes me wonder if I’ll just faint instead.
This is so embarrassing, yet arousing. Legs draped over his shoulders, my sandals...where did they go? Well, my bare heels resting on his back, skirt hiked up to my waist. My brain is stuck in a rut of horror. I mean, he’s face to crotch with me and that’s just
undignified, but my body—which has become accustomed to the pleasure Levi wrings from it—is about to do the cartwheels I didn’t want to do a few weeks ago. I hadn’t known then that he was better at doling out orgasms than he was drumming. I know it now though, so I’m caught up in trying to figure out if we should even be doing this or not, that I’m completely unprepared when he kisses me.
There.
My heart’s trying to climb its way into my throat and I’m too nervous to do more than register the pressure of his lips pressing against me. He’s going to get his face all wet and I’ll be completely mortifi—
“Oh!” I squeak when his tongue sneaks out to greet my clit.
It’s almost like a greeting. A quick how-do-ya-do because the next thing I know, he’s lapping at me like a cat with cream. Swift flicks of his tongue over that most sensitive bud that send jolts of pleasure all over my body. My nipples harden and the part of me that he’s getting up close and personal with goes liquid and soft.
“Peaches,” he murmurs against me and isn’t that an interesting sensation. Little vibrations that ripple right down my spine. And other places as well.
But he’s talking, so I glance down between my sprawled legs and am captured by his brown on black gaze. It’s not something I’ve ever really given much thought to. How a man would look down there, but I have to say that Levi looks even sexier than usual. All I see are his eyes, which are so dark with hunger, I feel that rippling excitement happen again accompanied by a gush of moisture that I just know is seeping down my butt.
“Huh?”
Well, doesn’t that just sound intelligent? Except I can’t really form words. He’s breathing on me. Every inhale brings cool air to that area, while his every exhale bathes me in heat. It’s… My chest heaves because really, how is a girl supposed to have any kind of conversation in this position?
“You taste like peaches,” he says in a voice that holds a hint of growl. His eyes gleam up at me, crinkling at the corners which means he’s smirking, although I can’t see his mouth. But I feel it when he licks me from entrance to clit, his tongue flat as though to gather up as much of my wetness as he can before pausing on that throbbing nubbin of flesh at the top of my folds. “I fuckin’ love peaches.”
“That’s so corny,” I moan.
Then my cheeks catch fire and I forget about his horrible line, when Levi wraps his arms around my legs as though to hold me in place. Then proceeds to bury his face in my folds. I start talking in tongues. I’ve heard of people doing that at tent revivals, but I never thought I’d be one of them. But I’m talking and straining and grabbing Levi’s hair as though I’ll pull it out by the roots. And I can’t find it in myself to care.
I thought his fingers were skilled. He’s got a talented tongue too because he’s doing things to me that have me thinking I just might die from pleasure. Flick, lap, lick. Dip, suck, rake. Straight lines, languid circles, figure eights, and a bunch of other configurations my brain can’t keep up with because fire scalds my veins. It’s...I’ve never felt anything like this, but Levi’s attention to my pleasure has built this growing ache inside me that feels as though it’ll swallow me whole.
And I don’t care. Dr. Klauss could come in here, see Levi with his face between my legs and I wouldn’t care. The entire Jazz Ensemble, or symphonic band could stroll into the room and I’d still pull Levi’s head closer. I’d still arch my hips for more because this is so much bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced.
He groans into me, his lips wrapping around my clit. A hard draw, a little nip, and then I’m flying with a scream, every muscle in my body seizing with the ecstasy rolling through me. It’s beautiful. This bliss, lust and love joining together to create something new, is the most amazing, terrifying, awe-inspiring thing. And it isn’t just about what he can do with his body. It’s about the way he loves me.
As I drift back to myself, shudders wrack my body as he continues lapping at me as though he plans to lick me dry, I have to admit that Levi has completely obliterated thoughts of other boys. If he were using me for sex, he’d have taken me up on any number of offers I’ve made since our first night together. If he didn’t love me, he wouldn’t have devoted all his energy on making me feel good, on showing me how much he treasures me.
It’s beautiful and special and I’ve been soaking it in like a flower would the sun’s heat, but it’s time to stop allowing it to be so one-sided.
“Jolene?” he asks softly.
Glancing down at his handsome face, I feel a trace of embarrassment when I notice how slick and shiny his lips and chin are. But it’s only a twinge of discomfort because my heart is so filled with my feelings for him, it crowds everything else out.
“C’mere,” I command, sliding my legs off his shoulders.
Without question, he straightens, his waist nestled between my thighs. I cup his face, studying him the way I would a piece of music I’ve been handed to sight read. Puffy, wet lips. Long, black lashes surrounding those amazing eyes of his. He’s so much more than I could’ve ever hoped for. And he’s all mine.
“I love you,” I whisper, kissing him lightly, not sure how I’ll like tasting myself.
It seems really naughty, but to my shock, the combination of myself and Levi has me heating up again. I deepen the kiss, taking charge of it for the first time. I usually let him set the pace, the mood, but right now, I feel as though if I don’t grab the bull by the horns, he’ll deny me the final step in our dance to intimacy. And the more I taste him, taste me, the hotter I get until my legs are clenched around his torso, my heels digging into his tight backside. And Levi is into it. His arms are wrapped around me, a groan rumbling in his throat as our tongues duel, advancing and retreating in a familiar pattern.
I let my hands roam over his hard body, enjoying the way his muscles flex as I touch him. This boy is built like a brick shithouse, as my granny would say. Tugging at the hem of his shirt, I slide my palms along his bare skin. I can’t feel the tattoos that line his body, but I know them by heart and trace them with my fingertips, making him shudder. I know the hard bulges of his chest muscles, the sinful ripples of his abs, that V that forms a two-sided trail straight to his groin. I know it and I want it.
He pulls out of the kiss, his face flushed, his chest billowing for air. “Jolene, if we don’t stop now, I’m gonna—”
But I let one of my hands fall to the bulge pressing against my stomach. “This is for me, isn’t it?” I ask in a throaty whisper I barely recognize as my own voice. I give him a bold squeeze through his jeans. Have I mentioned that he’s built? Because he is, in more ways than one. My inner muscles give a ripple of excited agreement. “Well? Is this mine?”
Lips parted, eyelids heavy with lust, he nods. “Yeah, it’s yours.”
“Then I want it. Now.” He starts to say something, probably a protest that he doesn’t want to pressure me—the same thing he’s said for weeks—but I’m done. Taking the matter in my own hands, literally, I undo the button on his jeans and ease the zipper down. “Better have a condom on you,” I murmur. I don’t know what I’ll do if he doesn’t. Well, I know what we can do. I’m not completely innocent, but I want him inside me, filling and stretching me and—
He pulls his wallet out of his sagging jeans. He flips it open, searching for the little circle of hope as I lean forward to drag his boxer briefs down his hips. His erection springs free of the material and I gape at him. I felt him hard against me many times, but I must’ve been so out of my mind with pleasure because he’s a good bit bigger than my exes. Not monstrously huge, but I can tell with a single glance that he’s going to fill me up.
“Are you sure?” he asks, although his penis bobs with excitement.
Realizing I’ve been staring at his erection as though I’ve never seen one before, I blink and look up at him. He looks uncertain, hopeful, and loving. In answer, I pluck the foil from his fingers, tearing it open with my teeth. Gripping that thick length in my hand, I roll the
condom over him with care. God, I’m so wet right now, I’m probably leaving a spot on his stool. My inner muscles are doing that flexing thing again, anticipating having Levi thrust into me, and if he doesn’t get inside me right now, I might attack him.
Once he’s covered, I use his penis to pull him to me. I almost feel like I’m back in high school. Neither of us are naked, we’re not in bed, but I don’t care. My need for him boils like a fever under my skin.
My breath hitches when the tip of his erection touches me. I look up at him. He’s watching me with eyes like liquid coal, burning with lust and love. He’s notched at my opening, not inside me yet, but I can already feel my orgasm building. Because this is Levi. My Levi.
“I love you,” I whisper.
Levi
All those noble thoughts I had about refraining from fucking Jolene until I deemed her ready? Gone. I can’t think of anything actually. All I can do is rely on my senses as I begin to push into her. I see her eyes are pools of deep blue, her cheeks flushed with heat. The taste of her kiss, of her honeyed pussy still tingles on my tongue, and her scent of sex fills the air.
But it’s the feel of her tight cunt closing around my dick that has me enthralled. She’s— I groan, gritting my teeth to stave off my need to pound into her to relieve the ache in my balls. She ripples around me as I continue feeding my cock into her, trying to go slowly because she really is fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt her, but I need to be buried in her to the hilt. I need her cunt juices coating my dick and sac, marking me with her scent.
I glance down.
Bad idea. If I thought she was gorgeous before, it has nothing on what she looks like now with my cock spreading her lips wide as I push my length into her snug channel. She’s all glistening deep pink folds. Soft. Being speared by a big, hungry shaft. But I’m almost all the way in. And yet it still isn’t enough.