Unwrapping my hands, I scoot down the bed and bringing my mouth to his erection. Taking a deep breath, I wrap my lips around the tip. Levi bolts upright on the bed and cries, “Christ.”
“Take me into your mouth. Suck it.” He sounds delirious. Okay, Grace. Wing it like you mean it. I try to take him into my mouth but his hips thrust forward causing me to gag. I jerk back, coughing.
I’ve never given anyone a blow job before. And with Sol, it never came up. Levi must notice my reaction.
He leans down, wraps his hands around my arms, pulls me up and gives me a gentle kiss. “Have you done this before?”
I shake my head, super embarrassed considering I’m the one who went down on him. “So lame, right?”
“No, it’s not lame. We can do it another time.” Levi cups my face and kisses me. I move to straddle him, sitting on his lap with my knees on either side of his thighs resting on the bed. He’s hot and hard beneath me and I’m wet with anticipation. I lean up on my knees to position myself, only for him to gently push me back down on his lap.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Condom.” Levi leans over and pulls the drawer on his night stand. He shuffles some things around and closes it in a huff. “Give me a sec, I’ll be right back.” He jumps out of bed and snatches his sweats from the floor, puts them on, then dashes out the door.
For a minute I consider calling him back and telling him it’s okay, I’m on birth control, but I think better of it. I know Levi’s been with other girls, so it’s best to be safe.
I flop back onto the bed and close my eyes, inhaling deeply to soothe my overheated libido. I open them again and glance around, taking in the room for the first time. A white dresser on my right has several framed pictures on it.
Rolling out of bed, I scoot closer. In one of them is a middle-aged couple, his mom and dad. The next one features Jet cradling Annie with a look of pure adoration on his face.
I love how close he is with his family. It makes me want the same things. But still, the thought of bringing a child into this world scares me. Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to take that step.
Levi dashes back into the room with a fistful of condoms and locks the door behind him. He empties his loot inside the nightstand drawer, then faces me. “Where were we?”
“Um, that’s a shit-ton of condoms.”
He grins mischievously as he kicks off his pants, and they land somewhere on the floor. “I’m kinda hoping we do this more than once.”
He tears the wrapper and rolls on a condom, then grasps me by the waist and pulls me flush to him. He kisses me as he walks backward and stops long enough to climb on the bed and I crawl on top of him. His hands find my hips and grip hungrily as he positions me so that his hard length is touching my center.
“I need to get inside you so fucking bad, Grace,” he says hoarsely, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy with need.
Instead of answering him, I lower myself, causing a groan to rumble inside his chest.
“Jesus, Miller. You feel so good. So fucking good.”
I don’t say anything. I can’t. I’m speechless, so caught up in feeling every single thing. We both sigh when he’s completely buried inside me.
“You okay?” he whispers into my hair.
I nod, smiling. “Perfect. But I need to move.”
He cups my face and captures my mouth in a kiss. “Do it.”
Lifting to my knees, I straddle his thighs and move. His hands leave my face and move down to cup my breasts, rubbing my nipples with the pad of his thumb. The touch triggers something in me and I close my eyes as my body shakes with need.
Behind my lids, Sol’s face comes into view, his eyes alight with blue fire as he stares tenderly down at me. His mouth parted—
Stop, stop.
Levi’s hands stop moving, his breath peppering the column of my neck. “Still with me, Grace?”
I nod, swallowing the lump lodged in my throat. Pushing all thoughts of Sol out of my head, I open my eyes and focus on Levi moving beneath me. Pushing me to the limits with his touch and kisses and cock. His thrusts become choppy, but strong, our breathing ragged.
“Be my girl, Grace,” he murmurs, his dark eyes locked with mine. “Just say yes.”
“Yes, Levi.” Sol’s blue eyes flash inside my head again. I mentally shake my head and say, “I’m your girl.”
He grins wide. “You know what this means, right?”
I laugh and say, “Enlighten me please.”
He pulls his hips back before thrusting deeply and says, “I’m having sex with my girlfriend.”
I laugh again and say, “Well, boyfriend, do your thing.”
My words fuel him on and he increases the tempo. Then he’s whispering that he’s coming. He spurs me on as he chases his own orgasm. And then I’m joining him, my eyes squeezed tight as I savor this moment. This feeling.
Once our breathing has gone back to normal, Levi reaches for his phone on the nightstand. Within a few seconds, he has the camera aimed at us. From the image reflecting on the screen, my hair looks a mess and my lips are swollen from being devoured.
I cover my face and laugh. “I look terrible.”
He grasps my wrists and tugs gently. “You look beautiful.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” I pull the sheet to my neck.
He grins, his cheeks flushing, but doesn’t say anything as he positions his face next to mine and clicks the camera icon several times. Then he tosses the phone on the nightstand and pulls me to him, my back flush to his chest. I snuggle into him and close my eyes, smiling contentedly.
Grace and I are lying in bed together after just having sex. Her arms wrap around my waist and her head resting on my shoulder. I have one arm above me under my head and the other holding her.
When I look down at her, I notice a contemplative look on her face. She’s quiet as though she’s deep in thought. “Penny for your thoughts?”
“Hmm? Oh, it’s nothing”
Suddenly I feel anxious. Is it me? Did she not like the sex? Does she regret it, regret us? I turn my body to face her, breaking our embrace and propping myself up on my elbow.
“What’s wrong Grace? Something clearly has you distracted. Is it me? Do you regret what we just did?”
“What? Oh, no, Levi, no. It’s not that.”
“So what is it?”
Grace sighs. She turns to fully face me, resting her head on her outstretched arm. “It’s just. I was wondering. . .”
“What?”
“How many girls have you been with?”
My eyes widen in complete surprise. Of all the things that I thought we would be discussing after our first time having sex, the number of girls I’ve slept with was not one of them.
I lay my head back down on the pillow, and focus my eyes on the ceiling. “Geez, Grace. You just cut right to it don’t you? What made you ask that?”
“Well, I was just thinking, you’re the only other guy I’ve really been with, well, you know, besides Sol.”
“Yeah, and?”
“And, I was just thinking, it’s only fair if I know yours too.”
I turn my head to look at her. She’s gnawing on the side of one of her thumbs, with big doe eyes pleading for my response. She’s adorable.