Page 67 of Sidelined Love

I move my lips, allowing me to take him deeper in my mouth. He tastes salty and so damn good. Knowing I'm the reason why he's losing his mind only further encourages me.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and it takes everything in me not to laugh. So he does know another word.

I bob my head up and down, taking him in deeper each time. One of my hands holds his cock while my other plays with his balls. His hips start to buck against me, grinding him into my face. I feel his grip tighten on my hair, pulling me closer to him. He moans, and I swear it bounces off the walls. I take him down my throat and then back up slowly.

“Rook,” he pauses, and he takes in a shit ton of air. “You're going to have to stop right now or?—”

His words die on his lips as I start moving faster. Adrenaline is driving me, and I won't be happy until he comes. I look up at him and find him staring at me, watching my every move. Well, at least for a moment before he closes his eyes tightly and throws his head back on the pillow.

His hand further tangles itself in my hair and I can feel his fist just behind my ear. He looks down at me, but even in the dim light, I can see he's struggling to focus on anything.

“I'm not going to last.” His words come out at three times speed. “I'm going to come into your mouth.”

I moan around his cock, letting him know I'm fine with that plan. The next sound that leaves his mouth, I can't quite describe. It sounds like a mixture of him trying to speak a groan, and it happens just before his cock jerks in my mouth. He comes on my tongue and down my throat in a hot wave. I swallow every last bit of it, and when I'm done, I wipe my mouth.

“Good morning,” I say with a grin.

“Fuck. Good morning to you too.” There's not a trace of sleep left in his body after the show I just put on. “What was that all about?”

“You told me to wake you up whenever I wanted sex. I woke up this morning wanting to give you a blow job. Is that okay?”

“Absolutely,” he says as he pulls me back down on his chest. We both end up chuckling before he rolls me over so he's now on top and places a searing kiss on my lips. When our kiss breaks apart, he pulls me back into his chest. “That was mind-blowing.”

“Literally or figuratively?”

“Both.”

I chuckle at his response, and I have to agree with him. Even though I was on the giving end in this instance, seeing him come apart like that is something I won’t ever forget.

“What are you up to this weekend?”

His questions make me stop laughing as I think about what he said. “Jade and I are going to visit Oak Terrace tomorrow. We plan on seeing her grandmother, and I'm going to talk to the activities director to make sure we have everything set for the chess event. Why?”

“I was going to invite you to my hockey game again, despite knowing that chances are high you're going to say no.”

I feel somewhat guilty that he already assumed what my answer is going to be. It's not as if he's wrong, but the comment still stings.

Before I can think of something to say, he speaks again. “Don't you have to work a morning shift today?”

Those words make every nerve in my body stand at attention. My time spent here with Levi has thrown off my schedule completely although the fading darkness outside should have clued me in on what time it was.

I groan from the pain of it all. “I do. How did you know?”

Levi throws a smirk my way before he responds. “I saw you for the first time on a Friday. Figured it was your usual shift.”

The fact that he kept track of it is sweet. “What time is it?”

He manages to find his phone and says, “Almost five-fifteen.”

“Shit,” I say as I scramble out of bed, looking for my clothes.

Levi doesn't move an inch. Instead, he chuckles from the bed, watching my frantic search.

“I'll get you there on time,” he assures me as he turns on the lamp closest to where he's lying. “How about you shower here while I fix you a quick breakfast, and then I'll drive you back to your place so you can change? Then, if you want me to, I can drive you into work.”

I stop moving as if I'm frozen in place. There's no way he said that, right?

“You'd do that? For me?” My voice cracks, and I hate how vulnerable it sounds. I'm so used to doing everything myself that I hadn't even thought to ask him for help.

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