On the Rocks (Pub Fiction Book 2)

by Jones, Gillian

  “You’re one hell of a gift, just waiting to be unwrapped. Thank fuck for tiny clasps,” he mutters as slides his tongue in between the swell of my breasts before moving his fingers to release the material that binds me.

  Levi blows his hot breath over each of my hardened buds and laps at the erect peak he’s just uncovered, the sensations from his tongue causing me to arch off the bed.

  “So responsive,” he nibbles, “so fucking pretty,” he licks, “so fucking good,” he nips; repeating this torture over and over as he visits each nipple creating tiny pulses of excitement which zap straight to my clit. Levi suddenly utters words my body agrees with, words I can’t seem to articulate for myself as he continues his assault. “Christ, Braun, it’s gonna be over before I even start. You’re perfection, sweetheart.”

  He looks at me, and I feel the start of tears surfacing at the sincerity in his voice, his tone laced with bewilderment. I lean up on my elbows to better see him. Levi inches up so he’s now hovering over me, taking me in as he moves a finger softly over my face, my eyes. He begins tracing my tears with his mouth, peppering the path they leave with his kisses.

  “I got you, baby. I’m right here. You tell me if you want me to stop,” he says and brushes his lips to mine, the wetness from my tears salty.

  “No, it’s just been so long. I’m ready, I’m beyond ready Levi. I’m sorry I’m crying, I want this, you so much. I just—it’s been a long time, there’s been no one, I just hope I’m enough for you.” I whisper the last bit, knowing he’s going to be upset that I’d think that.

  “Never, Scrappy. Jesus, you’re more than enough. You’re all I see, all I want. God, baby, you’re all I need. Now relax, and let me make you feel good. Let me take care of you.”

  Once again, I let out a breath followed by a nod, because this man has rendered me speechless.

  Chapter 37

  Levi

  Braunwyn reminding me that there hadn’t been anyone in the last four years makes me want to pound my chest in the most Neanderthal way, but of course I refrain. I have better things to do with my time right now, the main one being to take Scrappy on my tongue.

  I take in the sight of her laying on my bed before moving back down between her feet. I kiss upward along every inch of those long perfect legs until I reach the apex. Once in position, I trail my tongue ever so slowly along the inside of her thighs, my movements slow and deliberate. I tease her a bit more, making sure she’s out of her head, and back in the moment with me.

  “Fuck Scrappy, I can’t wait to feel you on my tongue. I bet you taste as good as you smell—fucking sweet,” I say, before sliding my tongue just under the top elastic of her panties, along her hip bones. “These have got to fucking go. Now.” I grip the flimsy thong, and almost rip it off of her, tossing it behind me.

  This girl, fuck me.

  “Christ, Braun. I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard,” I mutter, before running my fingers along her glistening folds. Fuck me, she’s dripping wet. “You wet like that for me, baby? All that sweet juice for me? Hell, Braun you’re gonna test me, aren’t you.”

  The sight of her glistening causes me to abandon the last of my resolve; I’ve lost it completely. Needing to touch her again, I spread her legs that little bit more, allowing her to wrap them around my head like I know she will have the urge to do. I trail my tongue along her pussy in one fluid motion, causing her to buck up from the bed. So responsive. I slip her clit into my mouth, and fuck me if her taste isn’t the most incredible flavour to ever have graced my tongue, it’s sweet and tangy, like grapefruit sprinkled with sugar. I could eat her all day. Suddenly, I’m like a starved man, plugging my tongue deep into her pussy and lapping at her juices, taking in her pleasure, her moans and her groans, as her legs tighten around my head, spurring me on all that much more.

  “Oh, God, Levi. Yeesss, oh yeah, there, that. Oh shit, yes!”

  I smile at the words coming from her mouth, knowing I’m making her feel good, making her cuss. As her legs begin to shake around their grip on my head, she moans, asking me for more. I swirl my tongue back over her clit as I move a finger inside, shit she’s so fucking tight, her greedy pussy clinging to my finger as I begin to move it slowly in and out, the movement consistent. Constant. Seeking to push her to the brink, I’m relentless, in my motion, needing to bring her nothing but pleasure. Between her noises, the grip her pussy has on my finger, and the sound and taste of her juices, I swear to fuck I’m about to come as I sink deeper into her taste.

  “Shit, Braun, you’re gonna make me come, you’re so fucking hot right now.” I look up, surprised to see her watching me. Hell, that’s sexy. I smirk: “You watching me, baby? Like what you see? Like seeing yourself on my lips?”

  Braun doesn’t falter at the crudeness of my words. “God, yes, Levi. It feels so good, I’m really close…please, don’t stop.”

  Never one to disappoint, I keep my eyes on her as I stand and make quick work of removing my jeans and black cotton boxers, my rock hard cock jutting out in anticipation. Braunwyn just stares, taking me in, her eyes roaming over every inch of me, along my torso and down to my cock. She meets my eyes before licking her lips; I’m not sure if she realizes she’s doing it, but it all the motivation I need.

  “Soon, baby, soon,” I say, before lowering my head between her thighs again and making my way back to her soaked pussy. She tilts her head up, which excites me that much more.

  My baby does like to watch.

  Grabbing hold of her legs, I pull her toward me so her ass is almost off the bed’s edge again. I position my arms around each leg, hugging them close to my shoulders, opening her up all that much more. I shift a bit on my haunches to get the support I need to lift her pussy up to my face, taking in her sweet scent as it calls to me on the most primal level.

  “Ready for more, Braun?” I ask, not waiting for an answer before I lap at her clit again, this time holding nothing back. I take the swollen bud in my mouth, sucking on it as I hold her gaze, I watch her as she watches me, and it’s driving me fucking crazy. I pull on the hardened nub, applying that perfect amount of pressure before releasing it, then swirling my tongue around it. I very gently rub my chin along her folds, allowing the stubble to tease her while I push her pussy into my face that little bit more.

  Braunwyn is no longer looking at me, her eyes rolling back into her head, and she’s squeezing my head between her legs while pushing my head down deeper, her hands sliding through my hair, chanting my name over and over. I know she’s close, and then her whole body starts to tremble under me. I insert two fingers deep inside her heat, giving her my best “come hither” motion, reaching her g-spot and thrumming it rhythmically. I release a groan as I take her clit in my mouth one last time and I suck on her, delighting in her visceral reactions before I clamp down harder on her clit, giving her the final push she needs to fall off the proverbial cliff.

  “Fuck, Levi! Oh fuck, yes! I’m coming, I’m coming!!” she yells, and I hold her tightly through it all, my cock twitching to get inside her.

  Fucking grapefruits and sugar, my new favourite snack.

  Chapter 38

  Braunwyn

  My body is a ticking time bomb; ready to detonate at any moment.

  Of course, Levi knows this. As soon as he slips my clit into his mouth—giving it that biting pressure—I go off. My body explodes. I tense as wave after wave of tingles, aftershocks and all-out pleasure consume me body and soul.

  Never have I experienced such intense sensations during sex before. I’m not saying Shawn wasn’t good, it was just different. Levi is older, more experienced, and he played my body like an instrument, bringing me to new heights, making me react and feel things I’ve not felt before. Where Shawn was sweet and loving, Levi is all-consuming—confident, taking what he wants while ensuring I’m taken care of too.

  Releasing the death grip I have on Levi’s head, a wave of embarrassment surfaces, and I realize that I have no memory of the words
that may have left my mouth. I’m about to stammer an apology when Levi puts me at ease.

  “You. Are. Perfect. You. Are. Beautiful. I’m gonna make you mine,” he says, then starts climbing up my body, forcing me to move up the bed with him.

  “You ready for me, Scrappy?” he asks. “I need to be inside you, baby, I’m fucking dying to feel that tight pussy gripping me. I want to lose it while I’m buried deep inside you.”

  “Now, Levi, yes,” is my reaction to his words. I’m still coming down from the high, but I’m more than ready for another hit. He’s like a drug; I’ve had a little taste but now I need more.

  Levi shifts to the side. I hear a drawer open and the telltale crackly sound of a foil package being opened. I know its been years, but I recognize the sound instantly. Suddenly there’s a dropping feeling in the pit of my stomach and I’m feeling so anxious, thoughts seeping into my mind of how I’m about to permanently exorcise Shawn from my body. I know its crazy to think about it this way, but Shawn’s all I’ve ever known. Can I even do this?

  As if sensing the shift in me, Levi lays down beside me, so we’re face-to-face. Looking me in the eyes, sincerity in his tone, he works to soothe me. “We can wait, Braun. I’m happy to just hold you, baby.” He kisses my nose, before reaching over to put the condom on the table.

  I know I’m ready, it’s not that. I’m just suddenly nervous. I’m more than ready to experience this with Levi. I want this connection with him, physically and emotionally. I’m only struggling because I feel guilty, like I’m letting the memory of Shawn down or something, erasing it. Deep down I know it’s not true, I could never forget what we shared. I know Shawn wants this for me, and I know I want this for me too, especially with Levi. I just need to allow myself to move forward, to allow my mind to follow my heart.

  I feel Levi shift on the bed, turning on the iPod dock as the polarizing voice of Tom Odell fills the room. And there’s the sign I’ve been secretly wishing for, the last little push I need. The lyrics to “Heal” play as Levi rolls onto his back, resting with one arm around my shoulder and allowing me to come to him, signalling that it’s okay for me to set our pace, that there really isn’t a rush or a worry. He rubs my arms gently, and I lay there looking at him, knowing that this is—that Levi is—what I want.

  I lean over and kiss him with everything I have. A kiss I hope is telling him everything he needs to know. That I’m ready. For him. For us.

  Our mouths meet again, tongues dancing with each other in the slowest of routines, the movements teasing—consuming.

  “Levi,” I whisper, as his hands slowly make their way into my hair, gently mussing and twisting it, pulling me closer.

  “Fuck, you always taste perfect. I’m addicted to you, Braunwyn.” Levi says, kissing my lips before moving down to my neck and chest. “I’ve been dreaming about you like this, here in my bed. I can wait to be with you, baby, but I know you’re already mine,” he utters, kissing me again as the comfortable sound of the tender lyrics surrounding us. I know Levi means it, that he’ll wait, but I’m ready to become each other’s. I’m consumed with a need for him to feel what I feel…that he is what I need. All I want.

  Without drawing attention, I reach for the condom packet before I move to sit up. I bring myself up slowly until I’m straddling him, as the song talks about taking the heart and the hand, about healing, about taking the pain. Levi does that for me. He takes my pain; he makes me better.

  I sit for a moment looking down at him, taking him in. This feels new to me, taking the lead, putting myself out there and taking what I want. I’d been a kid before, not truly knowing what I know in this moment.

  My feelings for Levi are deep. True. Levi looks at me as if he knows what I’m thinking. His strong hands reach up to cup my face, and I lean into his strength. “You’re stunning, Braunwyn. I’ve got you. We’ve got this.” I shift a bit as his words impact me. “Fuck, you amaze me. I can’t wait to feel us.” I move to kiss his palm, before looking in his eyes once again, eyes that set me afire.

  Looking down at Levi, I whisper, “I’m ready,” before sheathing his long throbbing cock with the condom. Visions of the last time I did this same act jolt into my mind but I dismiss them just as quickly, instead focusing on Levi’s thickness, thinking how much I want to feel him move within me.

  I grab his hands, smiling as I shift my hips over his hardness once again, teasing him. “I’m more than ready for this. I want to love again, Levi. I want to stop thinking about living and actually live again. I want to live my life for me, focusing on moving forward, with you, with us.” I kiss both of his hands before easing myself up, positioning myself to take all of him. I slide one hand down and guide him to where I need us connected. I ease down on him slowly, with some back and forth, allowing myself to adjust to his size and to the sensation of having him there.

  “Fuck, Braunwyn. You take my breath away.” Levi sighs appreciatively, deeply, then rubs his thumb along my cheek as he leans up to kiss me. He holds me close, sitting up now, settling his hands back into my hair. He breathes me in as we move in sync, the pace slow and steady. I soon feel the urgency building in him to pick up the pace.

  Comfortable with having him inside of me now, I begin to move up and down excruciatingly slowly, teasing him back for what he did to me earlier, only letting his cock glide in and out when I feel like it, as I move up and down, over and over. I know I’m testing his control, but it feels so good that I don’t pay any mind to how he grips my hips to try and force the pace to quicken. I push him back down, not having it.

  “Christ, you feel fucking good, baby. So fucking tight and smooth, gripping my cock in your tight pussy…” he grunts. His words wreak havoc on my body, and force me to begin picking up my pace.

  The next thing I know, Levi has us flipped, with me on the bottom, my hands pulled up above my head and our fingers intertwined. He grazes his nose along my face and neck.

  “What are you doing to me, Braun?” he asks. “Jesus, I’ve never felt this before. I’m falling in love with you. I’ll be dammed if I know when it started to happen, but it is.”

  I have no words again. It’s as if the English language has fled me at his admission, not because I’m frightened but because I feel the same way.

  “Levi…” It’s a whisper, but I finally get something out as my eyes well up. I gasp trying to heed the crazy rush of emotions that have taken root deep within, all the words I want to say clogged in my throat fighting to escape, but there are too many vying for the lead. So instead I stare him square in the eyes and tell him: “You really do heal me, Levi. You make me happy.”

  “Always, Scrappy. Always.”

  Levi continues to move inside me, fusing our bodies together with each movement. The sound of my wetness is suddenly the only noise occupying the otherwise quiet space for a few seconds before the next song starts. We move into one another like it’s home. Levi’s moving like his body has always been meant for mine and mine for his, connecting as if we were a reunion of two souls.

  He moves his head down, taking my nipple in his mouth while picking up the rhythm. “I can’t do slow anymore, Scrappy. Fuck, seeing you taking me into your sweet cunt was enough to drive me crazy. You. Feel. Fucking. Amazing.” He punctuates his words as his thrusts become deeper, more intense.

  “Levi!” I shout as a kaleidoscope of colour ignites behind my eyelids, as Levi drives me over the precipice.

  “Oh, shit, yeah, fuck, Braun, your pussy feels like a vice grip on my cock. Fuck, I’m gonna come so haarrrrd…” Levi says through clenched teeth as he loses himself to me, in me.

  He lets his weight drop for a moment, and I hold this strong muscular man tightly, thankful I let my guard down long enough for him to slip past the gates.

  Resting on Levi’s chest now as it rises and falls, I break the quiet, knowing I need to properly respond to my feelings of him sharing he’s falling in love with me.

  “In case you missed it,” I whisper, “I�
��m falling for you too, Levi. I think I already have.” I hold onto him tight. And then we fall asleep to Sarah McLaughlin singing “Angel.”

  Chapter 39

  Braunwyn

  “Eeep! I’m way too excited that we’re finally going to do this, Braun. We’ve been talking about getting these tattoos forever,” London squeals as Levi pulls his Mustang into Sinkin’ Ink.

  “I know! I hope it doesn’t hurt too much. I’m a sucker for pain,” I joke, knowing full-well that the little bit of discomfort will be worth it.

  “Nah, you’ll be fine. It’s such a small tatt, you’ll be done in no time.” Levi assures me as he helps Emmerson out of her booster seat.

  After all the positive changes in my life over the last year I decided it was time to get the tattoo I’d wanted for a long time. As soon as I mentioned getting it, Levi all-out insisted that he make the arrangements, including being there. As long as I went to Sinkin’ Ink and used Bettie then Levi was happy.

  Now here we are. To get my tattoo, and I’m so stinkin’ excited. Time to reward myself for finally living my life for the future, not the past.

  “You ready, baby?” Levi asks in my ear, using that gruff tone I love, the one that causes my body to react immediately. The butterflies begin their giddy dance while my face flushes, the warm feeling in my cheeks always the giveaway. “Jesus, Braun, you’re gonna kill me,” he whispers, as he notices the effect he has on me. I swear he speaks to me like that on purpose whenever he can. Laughing, he pulls Emme and I toward the main entrance.

  “Come on, ladies, I’ll get you set up. Then I’ll take Scooby over to McDonald’s for a Happy Meal and some running around time in that Play Place thing you like,” Levi says, turning to Emmerson and hamming up his excitement for her benefit with a giant smile.

  “Yay! Shaggy, you’re the best. I wove Play Place!” Emmerson answers, jumping up and down. I was a bit reluctant to bring Emme to the tattoo parlour; I didn’t think it was a great place for her to hang out, but Levi—being the amazing man he is—offered to take her for lunch while London and I get our ink. Listen to me, I sound like a tattoo veteran, rather than someone fighting a mix of nerves and excitement, someone facing an entirely new, and potentially painful, “first time”.