by Xavier Neal
I wiggle away from the sunlight pouring through the floor to ceiling windows he has poorly covered by thin white curtains.
Of course it overlooks the water. You’ve met him.
Levi grumbles incoherently beside me and burrows his fingers deeper under my ribs.
He wasn’t kidding about the whole cuddling thing. From the first night we slept together and every one since, this is how he passes out. On his stomach, one arm slung across my middle, fingers curled underneath me like hooks to hold me in place. Thankfully, he doesn’t radiate heat or otherwise we would have a major problem. It’s weird but he somehow manages to maintain a cool, almost room temperature vibe when he sleeps. It’s a random trait that belongs on the pros list. What type of person wants to cuddle all night with someone who is the temperature of the sun?
A small snore slips out of his cracked mouth.
Oh yeah. He snores. The hot Hollywood hunk snores. His level of snoring always indicates the amount of stress he’s sleeping away. Freight train sounds indicate high exhaustion while the light little sounds you’re hearing now are saved for serenity filled days or I guess in this case nights. Judge me all you want, but that’s how post orgasmic bliss felt with him. Like I was granted an all access pass to the highest heavens and told I never have to leave. I know. I know. I sound like a damn Miley Cyrus song. Pro for the orgasm. Con for turning me into a young, hormonal pop star.
My eyes graze the peaceful expression plastered on his face. I drink in his angled bare body, battling the white sheet, our scattered clothes near the window, and the half empty box of condoms tipped over on top of my clutch. The display of our night that only ended a couple of hours ago strikes me with a vulnerability I’m not prepared for.
Can I really do this? Can I really tuck away the lists I create to keep me balanced? Can I really let myself be in love so freely? Can I really ignore the insecurities constantly screaming at me? What if I was awful last night? What if all the other women he’s been with made it through an entire box? What happens when the sex high, if there is even one for him, wears off? What if…what if these couple of weeks before he starts filming end up being just one long booty call? What happens when he grows bored of our arguing? Bored of nights at home cooking dinner, enjoying the sunset on the patio, and watching old cop shows? What happens when he realizes he needs a woman who doesn’t shy away from the limelight or even worse, his precious ocean? What then? How do I rearrange my five-year plan to deal with picking up the pieces I should’ve never let get broken to begin with?
All of sudden the oversized master bedroom seems much too suffocating.
I begin to peal Levi’s fingers off me and he grunts, “Quit.It.”
My gaze returns to his still face. “Do you want me to call a driver or something to take me home, so you can keep sleeping?”
“No.”
Unrecognized nervousness clings to my vocal chords. “So, you wanna drive me home?”
“No.”
“Do you…even want me to leave?”
“No.”
The corners of my lips kick up before I can stop them.
“Sh. Sleep,” he commands, readjusting his grip.
I snicker, and the movement of my body only aggravates him more.
“No.Moving.”
His inability to separate his words makes me laugh more. “You’re awfully crabby for a guy who spent most of the night between a hot woman’s legs.”
Levi finally lifts one eye lid. “Not crabby. Exhausted. Not a hot woman’s legs. The woman I fucking love’s legs. Now, can we please go back to sleep for at least another hour? My dick isn’t even up yet.”
“How about a shower, breakfast, and then a nap on the couch?”
He shuts his eye. “Too much moving.”
Another chuckle fills the air, and I tear myself out of his grip. Once I’m on my feet, I state, “Let me try this again. I’m going to shower, make breakfast, and then nap on the couch.”
Both eyes pop open revealing clouds of curiosity floating in them. “Have you ever showered with another person?”
“No. I have enough issues trying to shower alone.”
With an unexpected quickness, he’s on his feet, snatching a condom out of the box.
My hands land firmly on my sides. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Proving to you the shower can be a place for fun.”
I dismiss his idea with a shake of the head.
He strolls around the bed, sporting a now semi hard cock. “Wasn’t exactly asking, babe.”
The domineering declaration is received warmly by the way my pussy pulses in anticipation.
Our time in the hot tub wasn’t so bad….Well after the initial anxiety attack I had anyway. We’ve gone in twice since and both times ended with him coming and me feeling like conquering my fear was more than worth it.
Levi links our index fingers and leads me into his bathroom. Our bodies veer to the left for his luxury glass shower that also allows for a small view of ocean.
Did you really expect anything else?
He opens the glass door, steps inside, and twists the nozzle to the left, allowing hot water to pour from the ceiling. It only takes a moment before steams begins to fill the area. Levi runs his condom free hand through his wet hair and beckons me inside with the small wriggle of a finger afterward. As soon as I’m within reach my body is jerked against his and my mouth overthrown. Hot water rains down on us, but his tongue exerts every effort to entertain my thoughts with more pleasurable ideas. His hand skates across my wet skin, sensually stroking my nipples…the curve of my ass…the drenched lips of my pussy.
Levi doesn’t throw away any more time drawing out his touches. He pulls back and maneuvers my body around to face the incredible view.
“Hands on the glass, babe.”
A heady moan accompanies the sound of my wet palms hitting the window.
Water continues to rush down my body, instantly implanting terrifying thoughts of water invading my senses. Suffocating them. Stifling my basic ability to breathe. I struggle to ignore the irrationalness that hits with standing directly underneath a showerhead for too long. My chest grows tight. My heart races. My mind begins to panic. I fight to remember and execute the tricks the therapist taught me when I was younger to deal with the occasional anxiety. The moment I can feel myself reaching my breaking point is the same one Levi uses to stake his claim on the situation. His thick, covered cock pierces my pussy, robbing me of the only breath I had left.
“Damn, this is a sexy look.”
I toss him a glance over my shoulder and tuck my bottom lip out of sight.
“Even sexier now….”
Water cascades down his taut body in such an entrancing nature it dissolves any doubt that I made the mistake of sticking around. He gives my ass an aggressive squeeze before dragging his hands up to my hips. They root themselves in place as his cock drives to the brink. Another set of moans echoes against the brown marble walls, and I brazenly back into his thrusting. Unlike last night, which felt like hours of trying to crawl into one another’s souls to make new homes, our bodies are battling. Each stroke is sharp. Every thrust aimed at torturing my g-spot with tiny touches. Endless attention is centered on my clit. I’m never given a moment of reprieve or even a split second to do more than pant. My chest constricts in the same ceaseless cycle my pussy does. Levi thoughtlessly pounds past my first orgasm forcing me to ride the wave straight into another. The silent shrieks being stripped from me coincide with the beating my hand is delivering to the window.
Levi lets a primal growl invade the area while his dick kicks against my convulsing pussy, emptying itself into the condom. Swiftly, he yanks me upward so my back is flushed with his front. His lips knock against my ear to ask, “How many more of your firsts will you let me have, babe?”
Drunk on orgasms, my body can’t seem to stop from swaying. “How many can you handle?”
“All of ‘em.”
; His tongue darts into my open mouth and takes control over it.
Who knows….Maybe I’ll get lucky, and he’ll be my only for many things too.
After our shower shifts from carnal to cleansing, the two of us hop out and tangle together in a giant, fluffy, dark navy towel.
We playfully engage in tug of war over the object all because he refuses to let me dry myself.
Just when his victory seems to be on the horizon, the sound of a cell phone becomes the reason for his defeat. I wind the entire thing around me and say, “You need to answer that, don’t you?”
Levi lets out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah. It’s my agent’s ringtone.”
“Then answer it. I’ll head downstairs to make us breakfast.”
“In the towel?”
“No….I’m gonna borrow something to wear.”
“We really need to get you your own drawer that way you can stop stealing my wardrobe.”
Loving the idea of moving some of my things into his place, but not being willing to admit it, I retort, “Are you really that cheap that you can’t spare a t-shirt and pair of shorts?”
He snatches up the still ringing device. “No, I’m really that in love that I want your shit at my place.”
Yes I heard him!
“I gotta answer this. Jeremy gets pissy when he has to call twice.”
“Can you see if he’ll do you a favor and send you an extra copy of the script for me?”
The gleam his eyes take grows my grin. “You wanna read it?”
“I wanna know what’s gonna be keeping you so far away.” I toss the towel his direction. “Plus, if it’s awful, I wanna know ahead of time, so I can practice my ‘supportive even though this obviously blows’ face.”
Levi chuckles and throws the damp object back my direction.
He answers the call while I grab a t-shirt from his dresser and slip it on.
Once I’ve put on the Hairspray soundtrack and assessed the fridge for reinforcements, I begin preparing us something to eat.
It’s not that I can’t cook, it’s that Levi prefers to. With all of his diet restrictions during filming, it makes the most sense, but something inside of me is screaming do the adorable girlfriend thing and bring him breakfast in bed. Or more like breakfast on the back patio. He prefers beginning his day out there whenever possible.
At first I sing along quietly to the music, but by the time the bacon is frying and I’m whisking eggs around in a bowl, I’ve broken into full performance mode. I use the whisk like a microphone and pop my hips to the beat.
As the upbeat song comes to an end I turn around to pour the liquid into the waiting skillet.
An unknown face presents me with a crooked grin from his leaning position near the fridge.
On a loud scream, my hands relinquish their hold on the bowl, sending it plummeting towards the ground.
“Whoa,” the stranger says at the same time he prevents it from shattering. “Careful.”
“Who the hell are you?!”
He gives me a blindingly white smile and offers the object back to me. “Marley, but everyone calls me Marlz.”
Marlz allows me a moment to take him in.
Light brown skin. Light brown hair cropped short to his head. Bright brown eyes, a build similar to Levi’s, but with ink cloaking a large portion of the skin I can see. The man is enticing like an ice cream sundae. Great in taste, but horrible for your health.
He clears his throat to deem I’ve had long enough. “I’m the best friend.”
“Calen’s the best friend.”
His chuckle sounds wicked. “Yeah, I’m the other one.”
The one I should worry about? Be prepared to break out the pen, so we can start making a list to decide that.
“Now you know who I am. Who are you?”
“Kadence.”
I watch his tongue wet his lips. “The overnight guest?”
“The girlfriend,” Levi almost barks.
Marlz rolls his attention the direction my boyfriend is approaching. “You finally picked your nuts up off the floor?”
Levi laughs and gives him a slow nod.
“Fuck, dude. It’s about time. Only took you what a decade?”
“Shut the fuck up.” The two embrace in a brief hand shake, hug combo to which, Levi smiles widely from. “It’s been way too fucking long, Marlz.”
A small glimmer of guilt grows in his expression. “I know.”
Suddenly feeling like I’m invading a private moment, I direct myself back to the stove where the bacon is hissing to be flipped.
I push the bowl onto the counter just as my boyfriend asks, “When’d you get in?”
“A few hours ago.”
My eyes widen in embarrassment.
Oh my God, do you think he heard us?! Well of course I was screaming. What else do you do when you come three times in a row? Golf clap?
Trying to hide my flustered face results in me accidentally knocking the bacon fork onto the floor.
The moment I lean over to pick it up, Marlz deviously chuckles, “You might wanna get your girl some shorts.”
I quickly stand up straight and tug the white t-shirt down to better cover my butt.
This just keeps getting better and better. Made Levi wait forever to see me naked and am just flashing his friend like this is Spring Break in Cabo. What? No I didn’t flash anyone in Cabo, but Adrianna did during the trip we took our freshman year in college. She kept trying to feed me and Lani shots of tequila in hopes we would join her. I did not.
Levi gives me a long, intense look. “Are you wearing just my shirt?”
My eyes shut tight, and I hastily nod. However, his arrogant chuckle pops them back open.
He shakes his head at Marlz. “Nah….I wanna keep her like that. Easy access.”
His best friend echoes the laughter.
The expression on my face becomes vicious. “You can get me shorts, and I can continue to cook you breakfast or I can ruin your favorite pan and call myself a ride home.”
Marlz laughs louder and pulls a rolled brown object from his behind his ear. “I like her.”
“Fine. I’ll grab you something.” Levi instantly caves. His attention flings to Marlz who is the process of putting the item in his mouth. “Not in the house. Back patio.”
He grunts his annoyance. “That’s still a fucking rule?”
“Always.”
“You’re as bad as my fucking sister, man. At least I can occasionally get Camilla drunk enough to stop caring. You and fucking Calen are like having drug dogs on my ass.” Marlz tucks the blunt back against his ear. “Wanna sit on the beach and hit it with me after you get your girl some shorts?”
“Nope. Got a physical this week. Gotta come up in perfect condition and completely clean.”
I begin placing strips of perfected bacon onto a paper towel and thoughtlessly question, “Do you normally smoke weed?”
Like did I miss this? Does he do this before or after his morning jogs? I’m not going to sit around and pretend weed is a deal breaker for being in my life, see Adrianna as an example, but I’ll admit, I prefer men who don’t smoke in any fashion. Smoking would slide onto Levi’s cons list if the damn thing mattered any more. Which we all know by this point it doesn’t.
“No,” Levi rushes to reassure. “It’s a very occasional thing. And never while working.” Before I have a chance to retort, he’s at my side, voice lowered. “And if it’s something that really bothers you, I’ll never touch the shit again.”
“Pussy whipped Levi. I’d forgotten what he sounded like,” Marlz teases.
Levi’s hand slips underneath the edge of my t-shirt to cup my ass. “If you had this pussy, you’d be whip too.”
“Doubtful.” He leans around to make eye contact with me. “No offense.”
“None taken.”
Besides he’s even less my type than Levi is. Not a huge fan of egos that need their own zip code.
His touch drifts between my chee
ks and heads for my pussy. He gives it a small graze causing me to whimper.
The victorious snicker brings me back to my senses. “Shorts. Now.”
Levi lets loose a defeated sigh and sulks out of the kitchen.
I turn the bacon pan off to begin cooking the eggs, which is when Marlz asks, “Do you need any help?”