Page 25 of Ride or Dies

I didn’t know why I said it like that, especially since the only people I was interested in sleeping with were his brothers, but he just got under my skin and the filter between my brain and my mouth stopped working.

He pushed himself off the counter, his eyes burning like blue flame. “Like hell you will.”

Then his mouth was on mine and I was drowning in him. His hands settled on my hips and squeezed until I gasped. Or I tried to, anyway. It was hard to do with his tongue plundering my mouth.

As the heat of his body soaked into me, my hands found their way to his chest and my arousal spiked at the feel of all that hard muscle under the soft cotton. Burning, I caught his bottom lip between my teeth, loving the way his body jerked when I bit down, how his fingers dug into my flesh until it hurt.

In a very good way.

He growled, tangling his fingers into my curls and yanking my head back. I moaned as his mouth moved down my jaw to my exposed throat. The scruff on his face chafed my skin as his lips and teeth worked over my neck, the combination of sensations making my eyes close and something low in my stomach tighten.

“Levi,” I breathed as I ran my hands up his chest and across his shoulders. “I want to see you.”

He pulled back, desire making his eyes darken to a deep sapphire. The cocky smirk on his face should’ve pissed me off, but he reached back to pull his t-shirt over his head and all I could do was stare.

Being Jenna’s friend meant I’d seen her brothers without shirts before, but it’d been a while. In that time, Levi had packed on muscle and added numerous tattoos up his arms and all across his torso and, I assumed, his back.

“Damn.”

His grin widened into something I’d never seen on his face before. Something that felt less like lust and more like…affection. I didn’t have time to think about it too much, because he was kissing me again, and when Levi kissed, it was impossible to think about anything other than him and what he made me feel.

And I was feeling it down to my toes.

He slipped his hands under my shirt, and the sensation of him touching where he hadn’t before sent a shiver through me. And the confidence he did it with just made it that much hotter. It was like something had snapped and there was no going back. He had no hesitation as he covered my breasts, his fingers and thumbs pinching and tugging at my nipples through my bra until they were tight little points.

That familiar arrogance of his showed itself in how he took possession of my body, claiming it in a way I should have hated, but didn’t. I knew he’d back off if I said no, and that made it easy to let him take that control. To let him pull off my leggings and take my panties with them.

He pushed my legs further apart, spreading me wide as he pushed two fingers inside me without any warning. I cursed, digging my nails into his shoulders until I drew blood. The pain only seemed to turn him on more, his fingers driving into me, twisting and stretching me.

“That’s right, little hellcat,” he murmured into my ear. “Mark me up.”

The moment his thumb pressed against my clit, an orgasm exploded through me, taking me by surprise. I cried out, my body going stiff as I clamped down on those two digits inside me.

“So fucking tight.” He bit my earlobe. “Can’t wait to feel that cunt around my cock. If you don’t wanna get fucked, say it now.”

“Please.” My voice was hoarse as I managed to get out the only words I could form. “Want you.”

He pulled back for a moment, and before I could start thinking with my brain rather than other parts of my body, he shoved down his jeans and rolled on a condom he’d gotten from somewhere.

“Commando?”

He chuckled as he moved back between my legs. “You’re something else, you know that? You see my cock for the first time and that’s all you can say?”

As he stroked his cock from base to tip and back again, my eyes followed the movement, realizing for the first time just how big he was. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d only had sex a handful of times, and only with Randall who wasn’t even close to Levi’s size. Logically, I knew it would work, but seeing that thick shaft, the considerable length of him, I understood why characters in books sometimes wondered if a guy’s cock would fit.

“That’s better,” Levi said. “You keep staring while I fill you up so you know who it is who’s making you feel good.”

I was fairly certain this would be burned into my brain until the day I died, so there was no chance I’d ever forget who was fucking me on my mom’s kitchen counter. I didn’t say that, though. Levi’s ego didn’t really need stroked.

“You might wanna hold on to something, hellcat,” he warned.

I barely had time to grip the edge of the counter before he slammed into me, burying himself deep in one almost-brutal thrust. My mouth opened in a silent scream as all the air left my lungs. Spots danced behind my eyes, and I wondered if I was going to black out. It was too much. My nerves were on overload, my brain unable to process what was happening to me.

And Levi didn’t give me a chance to adjust. He just pulled back out until only the tip remained, then drove forward again. My hands moved from the counter to his forearms, clinging to them like they were the only thing keeping me grounded.

This was no slow build, no dragging things out while we learned each other’s bodies. Levi pounded into me with the same single-minded determination I’d seen him apply to other areas in his life. It was what made him a good leader. It was also what made him an asshole sometimes. But now, having all of that focused on making us both come, it was appealing in a way it hadn’t been before.

His fingers curled around the back of my neck, and he yanked my face toward him, crashing our lips together in a bruising kiss. His other hand dropped between us and stroked once, twice, across my clit, and I shattered. He swallowed my cries and followed me over the edge only seconds later.

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