“True,” I admitted. “What does help you?”
He sighed heavily. “Whiskey.”
I laughed and closed the window on my laptop. “How was your day?”
“Good. I’m on a homework break, and looking at the calendar for this week. Friday still work for you?”
“Yes. That’s perfect, actually.”
“Good. I’m going to get some groceries and come over at six.”
“I’ll supply the whiskey.”
“I don’t need whiskey with you. Just a way to stop time.”
I smiled, but I felt a little sad too. “I wish I could do it for you. I’ll see you Friday.”
On Thursday night, I met Natalie and Skylar for a drink at Trattoria Stella. They were already there when I arrived, Natalie sipping on water with lemon and Skylar still perusing the wine list.
“Hi there, Mrs. Pryce,” I teased, hugging her hello. “You’re looking tan and refreshed. Did you have fun on your honeymoon?”
“Yes.” Her eyes sparkled. “It was incredible. The beach, the sun, the sea, the food, the sex—everything.”
“Sounds like it.” Thrilled to find myself completely unenvious, I slipped my coat off and hung it on the back of my chair. “And how are you feeling, Nat?”
“Good. Tired, but what else is new?” She slurped on her straw. “Now tell Skylar about your date.”
Skylar, sitting between us, looked at me and raised one eyebrow. “Your date?”
“With Pine Sol,” Natalie went on before I could even get a word in. “And they had sex. Not in a closet this time.”
“Jeez, Natalie. I thought you wanted me to tell her about it.”
“And I thought you were never going to tell us secrets ever again.” Skylar looked smug as she poked my shoulder. “I knew you wouldn’t hold out.”
“You were right. It was too good to keep in.”
She gasped. “I want details. Is he as big as he looks like he would be?”
I laughed, looking over my shoulder to make sure she hadn’t been overheard. “Relax. Let’s order some wine first.” I lowered my voice as I studied the list in front of her. “But hell yes, he is.”
“Gah! I can’t relax. This is too exciting!” She thumped my leg a few times.
“It is,” I admitted. “I’m excited too.”
She and I ordered glasses of pinot noir, which Natalie looked at longingly, and I filled Skylar in on the date. “I had three orgasms. Not even kidding.”
“Three times?” Skylar’s eyes bugged. “In an hour? Even I’m impressed.”
“It was very impressive.”
“So then what?” she went on eagerly. “Did he stay the night?”
“No. He can’t really do that because of his son.”
“Like, ever?” She paused with her wineglass halfway to her lips.
I shrugged. “I’m not sure. We haven’t really talked about what this is yet. I mean, maybe sleepovers aren’t what he’s thinking for us.”
My sisters stared at me a moment. “What do you mean?” Natalie asked. “You think he just wants to be friends?”
“I just said, I don’t know.” I took a big drink of wine and confessed the truth. “And I’m kind of scared to ask.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m afraid of the answer,” I said quietly, staring into my glass. “I really like him.”
“I don’t think he’d be calling and texting and making plans with you in advance if he wasn’t interested in you in a more-than-friends way,” Skylar said confidently. “If he just wanted a fuck-buddy, he wouldn’t do all that. You’d get a text at two in the morning that says ‘Hey, can I come over?’”
“But you should still talk about it with him.” Natalie was firm too. “If you don’t, and both of you have different ideas about what you’re doing, feelings could get hurt.”
I sighed. “I know. We should talk. The truth is, I’m not sure there’s room in his life for a girlfriend, let alone anything beyond that.”
“Why not?” Skylar asked. “Plenty of single parents date and get remarried.”
“Yes, but his situation is a little different. His son, Scotty, has autism, and routine is really important to him. Levi is really sensitive to that.”
“Autism,” Skylar said, her brow furrowed. “OK, you’re going to give me the You’re Dumb and I’m a Doctor look, but is that where you don’t talk? I just remember the one autistic boy in my class not speaking much, if at all. And he wouldn’t make eye contact.”
“No doctor look,” I said, holding up my hands. “It’s a fair question. Autism looks different in everyone, but no, it doesn’t mean you don’t talk. Sometimes there are language delays, and some kids are nonverbal, but plenty of kids with autism are very social and talkative. Some don’t like eye contact, and some are fine with it.”
“So what is it, then?” Natalie asked.
“Well, it’s a neurological condition characterized by lots of different things to varying degrees. Often there are issues with social interaction and understanding. Some kids might have sensory issues. Some kids struggle with repetitive behaviors. Some have anxiety and/or OCD.” I shook my head. “And some might have none of those things. It’s really complex.”
“Maybe he’s like Sebastian,” Skylar said hopefully. “He struggled as a kid too, but therapy really helped.”
“I don’t know for sure what he’s like, but from what Levi has said, Scotty gets overwhelmed easily. He needs sameness to feel calm.”
“Poor kid,” Natalie said. “And poor Levi. That’s got to be so tough, being a single parent of a child with those kinds of issues.”
I nodded. “I think it is tough. And he’s such a good dad. Totally devoted to his son.”
Skylar sighed and looked off in the distance. “That’s so hot. Why does that have to be so hot? It makes things difficult.”
“It does,” I agreed, “but it shows that, unlike a lot of other hot guys I’ve met, he’s actually responsible and selfless. He knows how to take care of someone.”
“Well, he certainly knows how to take care of you.” Skylar looked at me again and wiggled her eyebrows. “So what are you thinking? I mean, what if he just wants to be friends?”
I lifted my shoulders. “Then I guess I’d be his friend. But I don’t think I’d sleep with him anymore. It would be too confusing. Although …” I closed my eyes, feeling his hands on my body again. “That would be really hard. It’s all I can think about.”
“Ha! You fiend!” Skylar hit my shoulder. “Welcome to the club.”
“Honestly, it’s really ridiculous how much I think about sex with him,” I said. “I’ve never been this way before.”
“That’s a good sign,” said Natalie. “And you don’t have to look so guilty about it. It’s totally OK, even if you guys do stay just friends for a while. No need to put a label on things. I’m just saying it’s good to be on the same page.”
I agreed with Natalie that Levi and I should talk, but I was also reluctant to break the spell we were under. This feeling, this incredible wanting, and knowing I was wanted in return, felt like magic.
I didn’t want to look behind the curtain just yet.
Levi
I arrived at Jillian’s with groceries at quarter after six, and as I stood waiting for her to answer the door, my heart beat faster. I’d fucking missed her. We hadn’t talked much through the week, once Sunday and once Wednesday, and I was always amazed at how quickly the time passed when we were on the phone. Half an hour felt like three minutes. Other than that there were just a few quick texts, once yesterday to ask if she ate red meat (she did), and then earlier today to make sure she had a couple ingredients I would need.
But I’d thought about her constantly, trying to reconcile my feelings for her with my responsibilities as a father. It would be so much easier if I just wanted the sex—but I didn’t. I wanted more. Did she?
When she answered the door, I realized I’d been holding my breath. Or m
aybe the sight of her took it away.
“Hi,” she said, giving me a quick kiss before reaching for one of the bags. “Let me help.” She was still dressed in her work clothes, a narrow black skirt, cream-colored blouse, and black heels.
“I’ve got it.” I held on to both bags and pushed the door shut behind me. “But you can kiss me again.”
She grinned and moved closer, putting a hand on either side of my face and pressing her lips to mine. Her kiss was soft and sweet at first, but then I felt her tongue sliding along my lower lip, her mouth opening, head tilting, hands sliding into my hair. Pretty soon her body was pressed against mine and her arms were wrapped around my neck.
“Sorry,” she said breathlessly. “I’m getting a little carried away.”
“No complaints here,” I said, “but I promised to cook for you, and in five seconds I’m not gonna give a fuck about dinner, so if you’re hungry—”
“Oh, I’m hungry.” She ran her hand down the front of my pants and rubbed my cock, which was quickly turning to steel. “I’m ravenous, in fact.”
“Jillian—”
“Shhhhhh.” She put a finger over my lips. “I’m making the rules this time.”
I dropped the two bags of groceries, pushed her back to the wall, and pinned her wrists to it above her head. “I don’t think so.”
“I love it when you get rough with me,” she whispered, like she was confessing a secret. “I’ve always remembered that about you.”
“And yet you’re trying to make the rules.” My calm, quiet tone was in complete contrast to the violent roar of blood through my veins. “What’s that about?”
She was panting, her chest rising and falling quickly. “To provoke you. And it worked.”
I shut her up with a kiss, crushing my mouth over hers and pulling her blouse from her skirt. She moaned when I slid my hands up her chest, covering both breasts and then rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. I could feel lace and wondered what it looked like. “Take your blouse off. I want to see you.”
“There’s a button at the back of my neck.”
I found the button and undid it, lifted the blouse over her head, and let it fall.
“Like it?” she asked, her hand rubbing my cock again.
“Fuck yes, I do.” I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed seeing pretty, feminine things on a woman’s body—or maybe it was just that I loved seeing them on Jillian. Her bra was white this time, and almost completely sheer except for a few little flowers or something embroidered on it in white thread. Her rosy pink nipples peeked through the material, begging to be licked and sucked and bitten. I pinched them, enjoying the little gasp of pleasure from her lips, the way her hand stilled on my dick.
“Leave it on this time,” I told her, glancing down. “The heels too.”
“I’ll leave on anything you want.” Her hands moved to my belt and worked quickly, then she dropped to her knees and pulled my pants down just enough to free my cock.
She took it in one hand and angled it toward her mouth, stopping to look up at me, and I can say for certain it was the first time I have ever been tempted to take a dick pic. In general, I don’t think dicks are deserving of portraiture, but mine looked fucking fantastic next to her face.
Sorry, was that rude?
Told you I was a caveman.
Leaning forward, I braced one hand against the wall behind her. I could feel her breath on me, and nearly trembled with anticipation. I hadn’t had a blow job in so fucking long—Alison and I had not traded those kinds of favors—and the fact that this was Jillian, and the lights were on, and I could watch everything, had my cock jumping in her hand like it might jerk itself off if she didn’t get started. I moaned at the first long stroke of her tongue up my shaft, my other hand fisting at my side as she did it again, and again. I growled when she took the head into her mouth but didn’t close her lips, just let them hover there, keeping me in agony. She took it out again and looked up at me, a wicked gleam in her eye.
“You’re killing me,” I told her.
“Yes.” She rubbed the tip along her jaw, under her chin, across her cheek. “Do you like it?”
“Yes. I like watching it, but I came over here to cook you dinner like a nice guy, and now all I want to do is fuck your mouth with my cock, then your pussy with my tongue.”
She laughed and swirled her tongue around the tip. “Deal.”
I groaned as she closed her mouth over the head and sucked a few times before sliding her lips as far along my shaft as she could take it. She kept me there for a second before pulling it out and then taking it in again, even deeper this time. I felt the tip hit the back of her throat as she began to pump her hand at the base.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my vocabulary suddenly reduced to one word. “Fuck.” I slid my fingers into her hair and held myself inside her mouth as I rocked my hips in small, sharp jabs. For a second I wondered how she could even breathe, but that thought disappeared when she began to make little noises like she couldn’t get enough, and my manners went the way of my vocabulary.
I grabbed her head with both hands and fought like hell against the orgasm that was threatening to choke her. Yet I thrust into her mouth too, hitting that spot in her throat, listening to her gasping breaths and greedy moans, wanting to come in her mouth so badly my body was on fire. Not yet, not yet, I begged myself. Just a little bit longer. Close your eyes or something—make this last!
But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. Those heels, that skirt, the white straps of her bra, the dark hair spilling through my fingers, her mouth sucking me off. Jesus fuck, I need to warn her, I thought as my balls tightened up.
She knew I was close, and backed off for only a second. “Do it,” she rasped. “I want it.”
I had no words, even fuck deserted me. All I could do was growl like the beast I felt like as I tightened my hands around her head and fucked her hot, hungry mouth until I came, my cock surging and throbbing inside it.
As if that weren’t enough, she swallowed and licked me as if she didn’t want to waste a drop, and I was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
I dropped to my knees in front of her and took her face in my hands. “Are you sure that was OK?”
She grinned. “Positive. I hope it was more than OK, though.”
“Oh, my God.” I groaned and hugged her to me, burying my face in her hair. “Are you kidding me? That was fucking amazing. I’m wondering if this is a dream.”
She giggled and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Nope. Just Friday.”
“Fridays are awesome.”
“I agree.”
“I want every day to be Friday.”
She spanked my ass. “Don’t get carried away. Now what did you bring me to eat?”
“Oh no.” I stood up, pulling her to her feet. “We had a deal.”
“What?”
I yanked my pants up just enough to walk, and swept Jillian off her feet in case she tried to argue. “We made a bargain, remember? And I intend to hold up my end of it.”
She swatted my chest as I carried her into her bedroom. “You can hold up any end you want later. Let’s have dinner first.”
“No fucking way.” I tossed her onto the bed and quickly zipped up my pants. “I want something better than dinner.”
In no mood to be patient, I shoved her skirt up to her waist, pushed her knees apart and knelt down between them. She wore sheer white panties that matched the bra, and I couldn’t resist leaving them on. I put my lips between her thighs, letting her feel my breath on her skin, just like she’d done to me. My mouth watered. I reached up to touch her breasts, teasing her nipples into stiff pink peaks through the thin material, pinching them gently.
She made a little sound of frustration. “Harder.”
I did what she said, gratified by her satisfied moan. Keeping my fingers there, I put my mouth on her, devouring her through the sheer panties. When they were completely soaked, I yanked them down her legs.
“So much better.” I stroked up through her center and circled her clit with my tongue. “Hotter. Sweeter.” I swept my tongue from bottom to top again, weaving it from side to side, before sucking her clit. “Tastier.”
Jillian brought her knees up, lifting her heels in the air. I grabbed her ankles, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue.
“Yes,” she breathed, lifting her hips. “You’re so good.”
“You want to come?” I asked her.
“Yes. I want you to fuck me.”
My dick was hard again, and I could have, but I wanted something else. I got on the bed next to her and flipped her on top of me so her knees were on either side of my chest.
She looked down at me. “You want me on top?”
“Yeah. Of my face.”
“What?” She tried to scoot down, but I pushed her up and locked my arms around her thighs, so she straddled my face, tight.
She gasped, trying to move off me. “You won’t be able to breathe!”
But my arms had her pinned, so there wasn’t anything she could do about it, and she fell forward, bracing her hands above my head. A moment later my tongue was pushing inside her, and within seconds she began to grind against me, unable to hold back. Loosening my hold, I put my hands on her ass, and she circled her hips. Fuck, the way she moved, the way she tasted, the way she gasped for air—I couldn’t get enough. Then she sat all the way up and took her breasts in her hands, playing with her nipples, pinching them the way I had. She looked down at me, her mouth open, eyes wild with desire. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. I moaned and she began to move faster, riding my mouth hard, her breath escaping her in anguished cries. “God, Levi—don’t stop—right there—yes, yes, yes—”
Her body went still and I pulled her tighter to my face, ravaging her with my mouth. She screamed long and hard as her clit pulsed against my tongue, and I didn’t stop until she begged me to.
“Please! Mercy!” she said, half laughing, half serious. She fell forward, catching herself on her hands above my head. “I can’t take any more.”
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