by M. Piper
“Okay, it was all fun and games but honestly Squirt, you need to stop talking about your burger like it’s a dick you can’t wait to swallow.” He sighs and closes his eyes briefly.
My mouth drops open and my pussy pulses with need for the man across the table who’s probably sporting more than he bargained for in his shorts right now. All because of…me?
This could be fun…
“And what if I don’t?” I tease, picking up the pickle on my plate. The way his hooded eyes watch the pickle as I trace it with my tongue and the low growl that comes out of him has my panties wet instantly.
I forgot what it feels like to drive a man insane.
I like this.
“I love pickle juice,” I murmur, sliding the full dill into my mouth and slowly pulling it out, slurping the juices as I pull it out. Levi’s face is flushed and he’s gripping the silverware in his hand so tight he might actually cut his skin if he’s not careful.
“I need you to stop, Finley.” His tone isn’t joking, but I’m not ready to stop yet.
“I’m just eating my dinner, Levi.” I shrug and bite the pickle, then try to act completely innocent as I start to eat. I hear him let out a chuckle and grin to myself.
I know I shouldn’t be playing these games with him but I can’t stop. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this way and with Levi it just feels natural.
Fun.
I used to have more fun. College brought out a side of me I’m not too particularly proud of, but I went to parties, drank, stayed up all night. Ever since I moved back home with my mom, though, my life has settled down a ton. But being here with him tonight? Being around Levi Walsh?
It’s doing things to me that make me want to re-visit that part of my life. The party girl. The girl with no inhibitions.
My mind is so foggy by the time we finish eating that I barely remember eating my meal. I want him. I’ve wanted him for too long. And I’m finally not afraid of hurting my sister’s feelings about it. Levi makes me feel things I’m not used to and do things I usually don’t do. I don’t throw myself at men. I haven’t had a partner in months, and even before then I was the one to play it cool. College was a blip on my radar and those drunken party nights lasted only a couple of months in my senior year. I’ve grown out of it pretty quick, but it seems as if any time I’m around this man in front of me that I can’t control that side of me. The feral side that needs him to touch me. To kiss me. To fuck me.
Shit.
“Can we do this again?” He asks, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walks me to my front door. “I had fun with you tonight.”
I smile and tuck my hair nervously behind my ear. I’m not sure why I’m suddenly now nervous. I was fine at dinner. Bold. Brazen. I felt sexy. Standing here now though I feel like that teenager back in my bedroom, watching the boy I had a crush on look at me like he was dying to tell me something, but he too was afraid of the outcome.
“You want to come in?” I fumble getting the words out and my cheeks flush when he smirks at me.
“You think that’s a good idea, Squirt?”
His childhood nickname for me brings a smirk to his lips and a warmth to my cheeks. I hate it. But I love it. Slowly nodding, I back into the apartment leaving the door open for him.
“Probably not, but does it really matter?” I whisper.
He laughs and shakes his head.
“Screw bad ideas, right?” he mumbles then follows me inside the apartment. When the door closes behind him I turn to look at him, setting my purse down on the couch.
“You want a drink?”
His teeth scrape across his bottom lip and he steps towards me slowly. His eyes pin me to my spot, the air crackling with heat and tension between the two of us. If he’s feeling anything like I am right now then I know the exact thoughts running through his head.
“What do you have?” His voice is low and I watch as he steps close enough to reach out and touch me but he doesn’t. He pauses and watches me.
“Uh…” I take a deep breath and will myself not to stammer over my nerves. “Water?” His lips turn up the slightest and I let out a giggle. “Milk maybe? I drank all the Gatorade this morning. And I don’t really want anything alcoholic after last night.”
“I bet,” he mumbles then steps closer. “Hey Finley?” his whispered words shoot electricity straight between my legs and lift tiny goosebumps on my skin. When he closes the gap between us my breath hitches. I can smell his cologne he’s so close and the pull to him is stronger than I thought it would be.
Who am I kidding, though?
This is Levi. My sister's Levi. The Levi who used to make fun of me for being all legs and no coordination. The Levi who used to watch me from across the pool when we were old enough to know what we were thinking was wrong. The Levi who never showed his face again after our one night together five years ago.
The Levi who’s looking at me now like he's never stopped thinking about me.
About that night.
“Levi,” I answer breathlessly then lick my lips, letting my eyes fall to his.
In one swoop his lips are covering mine, his hand on the back of my neck and his tongue parting my lips and swiping across mine. He controls the kiss and I melt into him, allowing my hands to roam to places I’ve wanted to be able to explore for years.
One night with him five years ago was not enough. Tonight won’t be enough, either.
But I’m taking what I can get.
He snakes his hands around to my lower back and pulls me tighter against him as his lips kiss their way down my neck, his hard length pressing into me making my legs start to shake with need.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, his whole body going tense as he pulls back slightly and rests his forehead on mine, breathing heavy. “I told myself I wouldn’t do this tonight, Fin.” He brings his hands to my shoulders and takes a step back, my entire body on fire for him.
“Well that was stupid of you.” I raise an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms in front of me and wondering if the lust and need I’m feeling right now can show.
“I fucking know.” He chuckles. “You deserve a gentleman and I’m trying my hardest right now to be that man for you.” He gives his head a shake. “Fuck, Squirt…”
His words trigger the last time he said something similar to me.
***
“You’re sorry?” Levi bellows and I cringe as his fist connects with Todd’s jaw. The crack can be heard over the thump of the music.
“Levi, stop!” I scream but Kat’s holding me back.
“Finley let him get it out of him. Todd deserves worse than whatever Levi’s handing out tonight.”
I cry because I never wanted this. I didn’t want Levi getting into trouble for me. When I realized what Todd was doing I went straight to my sister. I didn’t think she’d tell Levi about it and I never assumed he’d defend me like this.
“I should bury you alive,” I hear Levi growl, his boot pressed into Todd’s throat. “You fucking drugged her!”
I wince and cry harder into Kat’s arms. My first boyfriend and he drugged me with the intention of date raping me. Thank God for my friends figuring out what he did and getting me out of the party last night before anything bad happened.
“Levi, I think he gets the point,” Kat calls out, her arms tight around me. I hear him growl and hear a thud then squeeze my eyes closed. I don’t want to see what he’s doing to him.
“Hey,” I hear Levi’s whisper and feel his hand on my arm. My eyes fly open and I don’t know how to react. I’m scared. I’m sad. And I feel so stupid.
Levi looks pissed.
“Hi. Thank you.” My face twists and I shake my head. “I was stupid.”
“This isn’t your fault. He’s an asshole. You deserve a gentleman.” He hugs me briefly before stepping back like he was shocked. “A gentleman doesn’t take advantage of girls, Squirt. Never forget that.”
***
“I don’t need a gentleman, yo
u know. I need…” You. Hell, I need him. “I want you, Levi,” I whisper. “I’ve wanted you every day since I woke up without you there five years ago.”
“You should have hated me for that,” he says, making me grin.
“Yeah, I did for the longest time. And to be honest I wanted to hate you last night when I laid eyes on you. But then you smiled at me…” I shrug, remembering how that one smile made me feel. It warmed me. If a smile after five years can make me change the way I feel about the man, shouldn’t I be worried what sex is going to do?
Screw it.
The way he’s looking at me right now gives me all the reasoning I need to be okay with whatever it is we’re doing here. I have no clue where he’ll end up. I know I’m not leaving Florida and this whole thing is a bad decision on so many levels, but I’m not going to stop it. I could be cleaning up from the damage of this decision six months from now, but I’d rather enjoy the ride than spend the rest of my life regretting never taking it.
“You are absolutely amazing.” He brings his hand to cup my cheek. He lets his thumb trail across my lips and he curses under his breath then pushes his soft lips to mine slowly. I want to deepen it, but his hand slides to the back of my neck and he pulls back, locking eyes with mine. “No regrets, Finley. Right?”
“Never,” I whisper, shaking my head.
“Thank God.” He smiles and chuckles, then slams his mouth to mine, slipping past my lips, pulling my body tight against his. “Because I can only be a gentleman so much when around you.” He grunts and I laugh when he grips my ass and lifts. I wrap my legs around him. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmurs on my skin. “And holy shit you smell so good.” He pulls me tighter against him and groans. “Bedroom?”
“Hallway,” I pant, waving my arm behind us. He walks us down the hall, knocking open every door on the way to my room. I laugh when he tosses me on the bed. “I feel like you tossed that gentleman routine out the window pretty rapidly.”
He bites his lip and smirks through it, that dimple popping out again. “Yeah, I really don’t have much self-control when it comes to you.” He shrugs and lets his eyes trail my body. Letting out a low growl of approval, he pushes my legs apart and crawls up the bed, letting his fingertips dance across my skin, leaving in their wake prickled skin and a burning desire. Everywhere he touches me makes a trail of need straight to my core.
“The feeling’s mutual,” I finish with a moan when he kisses my inner thigh. My legs are trembling and I need him more than I think he knows. “Levi,” I whisper. He glances up at me and raises his eyebrows in question as his fingers glide along the line of my thong, making me moan and forget whatever it was I was about to say.
“So hot, Finley,” he murmurs then pushes aside the thin fabric and curses when he slides his fingers down my core. “Fuck, baby.” The room is silent except for the noises of his fingers playing my pussy and he chuckles. “Sexiest woman ever and she’s wet as hell for me.” He continues playing me; letting his hands roam over my nipples and flick them through the fabric of my dress. I need it off. I need no barriers, but then he curls his fingers inside me and I moan, arching into his touch. My hands grip the sheets and his eyes connect with mine as he dips his fingers inside me. Every fiber of my being wants to beg him to fuck me. I need to be filled. But he’s in full control and I’m paralyzed with this euphoric feeling that he’s here. With me. And I’ll let him do whatever he wants to me, as long as he doesn’t leave in the morning.
Holy shit that’s a terrifying thought.
His fingers dip and swirl, pulling out every now and then to rub over my swollen clit, then dip in deeper. He knows what he’s doing is driving me crazy. I’m a squirming mess by the time he shifts to lean up and kiss me. When he does, the minute his teeth bite down on my bottom lip, he curls his fingers and his palm pushes against my clit and I feel the rush start.
“Oh fuck,” I shake my head, knowing what he’s trying to pull.
I’ve watched enough videos on it and tried enough times to also know I just simply can’t do what he’s trying to get me to do. Not with any toy in the world. This doesn’t happen.
“Relax,” he whispers on my lips.
“Levi,” I murmur. “I can’t—” I curse and squeeze my eyes closed, moaning when his fingers find that spot inside me again. “Fuck.” I pant.
It’s never felt this good before.
He curls his fingers again, his palm grinding against my clit, and before I realize what he’s doing his other hand pushes down on my lower abdomen and when he curls his fingers again it’s like my entire world shifts on its axis. The room spins and I release my orgasm with the most obscenities I’ve ever screamed at once.
I hear him curse but can’t find my breath as I try to come down from that.
“I knew that nickname fit you well.” I hear him murmur. I moan, tossing my head to the side and panting heavy, my pussy still vibrating from what he just pulled from me. My legs numb. My fingers and toes tingly.
And somehow, I need more.
“Fuck, Levi,” I breathe heavy, finally catching the look he’s giving me. “Holy shit.”
“That, Squirt, was by far the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” He’s not smirking like he usually does. He’s not joking. He’s dead serious. “I enjoy playing with your pussy way too much,” he murmurs, his fingers teasing me still. I squirm out of his touch and sit up.
“I need you inside me,” I blurt, the need coming back tenfold between my legs the longer he looks at me like that.
I pull off my dress and throw it to the floor before yanking off his shirt and watching him shove off his jeans. I reach over and grab a box of condoms from the nightstand and he chuckles.
“This thing’s not opened.” He raises an eyebrow at my purchase earlier today and I shrug.
“They’re old.” I grin.
“Bullshit. You planned this, didn’t you?”
I raise an eyebrow at him then shrug.
“Does it offend you?” I push his boxer briefs down and his erection springs free, making me lick my lips at how hard and ready he is already.
“Jesus,” I mumble, wrapping my fingers around him. He moans, instinctively thrusting his hips the slightest.
“Don’t tease me, Finley. I’ve wanted back inside you for five years. There will be plenty of time to play later.” He pushes his lips to mine and lays me back to the bed before slipping a condom on and dipping his head to press his lips against mine as he sinks in, inch by glorious inch. “Fuck.”
Goddammit. It’s nothing like I remembered. It’s a hundred times better. I grip his shoulders, my legs wrapping around him as he pulls back and buries himself to the hilt again. Each thrust sending me to an orgasm I was sure wouldn’t come so soon.
He’s slow. He’s sweet. But he takes what he wants. His hands roaming my tits, pinching my nipples. His thrusts hard and relentless, driving me absolutely mad. His eyes… God, those eyes. Pinned to mine almost the entire time. The only time he looks away is when he watches his dick dipping into me, and the look on his face as he watches my juices on him is the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.
When I climax for the second time that night, Levi’s right there with me, pushing his lips to my neck and latching on as my nails rake down his back. My legs vibrate and my back arches to meet him when I scream out as my pussy tightens around him.
His arms collapse around me and I feel his release pumping inside me as his hips slow.
“Holy shit,” he breathes finally, pushing his lips to mine through the heavy breaths. “Fuck me, Finley.”
“Again already?” I murmur, making him chuckle. That deep rumble of a laugh warms me. He rolls to the side of the bed and takes a deep breath, rubbing his hand down his face.
“Give me a few. I’m not as young as I used to be,” he says before he sighs. “Bathroom?” He stands and I point down the hall.
“Left door…that way…” I mutter making him laugh again.
“Did I fuck the words out of you?”
“Mmm,” I mumble, closing my eyes, my body completely satisfied. I’ve never had multiple orgasms in one night like that. I roll over and land on a wet spot in the bed and let out a laugh. “Oh my God!”
“What’s wrong?” He blurts, running back into the room. I freeze wide-eyed and look over at him.
“I uh…” I look down at my sheet and the wet spot and laugh, letting my head fall back to my pillow as I pull the sheet over myself in embarrassment.
“You lived up to that nickname.” He slides the sheet off of me and I look up at him.
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know why. I was hard as hell when I felt how wet you were for me, but I about came on the spot when you did that.” He nods down to the sheet. “How about we toss a clean one on and you can hold me while I recoup for round two?”
I grin and sigh before sliding out of bed and tossing a fitted sheet at him.
“I have to go freshen up. I’m sure you can take care of that mess you made.” I peck his lips as I walk out of the room, making sure to put an extra sway to my step as I go.
***
The warm male body currently blanketed over me tells me one thing.
Levi didn’t leave last night.
He promised it wouldn’t ever be like the first time, and so far he’s living up to it.
Granted, it’s only been one night…
God, it was an amazing night. I remember it being good five years ago, but the man’s talent with a capitol T in the bedroom now. It makes me wonder how many women he’s practiced on…either that or worry that I’ve had a pretty dull sex life up until now.
I lie in bed with his leg tangled in mine and his arm draped over me like he’s afraid I’m the one who’s going to bolt. I slowly raise my hand and slide my fingers through his hair then down his back, running them along his skin softly. His body is rock hard, but his skin is so soft. I let my fingers dance down his arm, over the bulge of his bicep and down to his wrist. Being able to freely touch him like this feels too good.