Page 43 of The Holiday Fail

Levi was a distraction that I definitely didn’t have time for, but I couldn’t bring myself to end things either. Which was why, at home, with just the two of us inside the four walls, we rarely kept our hands off each other.

Even on the nights Levi came home late, like tonight, it was an unspoken agreement that I’d wait up for him, and he’d come find me in my room, usually wearing nothing but the jockstrap he’d tempted me with earlier that day.

We’d been intimate many times, so much so that I knew what his cum tasted like and knew I didn’t dislike it. It didn’t taste good, definitely not, but the flavor was so fucking sexual that it served to arouse me.

I never thought I’d one day say I enjoyed sucking dick, but god, it was such a high to have Levi under me, putty under my hands and tongue as I brought him pleasure.

Then after, Levi never hesitated to return the favor. He was so much more experienced at giving head than I was. He could swallow my entire length with ease.

Gag reflex what? Because Levi sure as hell didn’t have one.

My hand gripped his hair hard as I shot my load into hismouth. Levi didn’t protest about the taste of sperm but sucked hard, fondling my balls until he’d thoroughly drained me.

I fell back onto my bed, exhausted from the orgasm. It was the best one yet, which didn’t say much because it seemed like each time with Levi was better than the last.

That thought should worry me since this hookup arrangement was set to end when I left. I had until the end of February to get Levi out of my system, but would I ever get enough of him?

Levi pressed kisses up my body, lighting up that fire inside again. If I wasn’t sucked dry, I’d be worked up again by the delicious press of his lips. He planted a loud smack at the edge of my chin, then snuggled into my side.

I stretched out my arm under him so his neck was supported and bent my arm so that my fingers could mindlessly twirl his hair. Levi was running his finger up and down my other arm, tracing the veins.

If I wasn’t sure he liked them before, I was certain by now. He used every excuse to touch them when he could.

We stayed like that until our breathing blended to a slow pace. I was falling asleep, feeling so comfortable cuddled against him. I thought Levi was already sleeping since his hand movements had stopped a while ago and it was now resting on my hipbone, but then Levi shifted, almost on top of me. He rested his chin on my chest and peered through his lashes to look at me.

I grunted, wrapped both my arms around him, and pulled him until he was completely on top of me. Levi wasn’t a small man, but his heavy weight was comforting, like a weighted blanket.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” he asked, breaking the quiet inside my room.

I peeked an eye open to give him a curious glance. “Idunno. I’ve been a pretty popular man lately. Don’t know if I’ll have any time to spare,” I joked.

Levi grinned a grin that was full of evil malice, then leaned over to bite the base of my neck.

“Ow! Okay, Uncle!” I said and pinched his beautifully naked ass. Both my hands landed on either of his cheeks—because how could they not—and kneaded his soft ass to ease the sting of his bite.

The bite mark Levi had left on me at the club took at least a week to fade enough to where I didn’t need to wear a giantBand-Aidat work. I was never more happy than when I stopped getting questions asking what happened to my neck, especially from Levi’s dads.

It wasn’t like I could tell them their son had happened. Hell no. If they found out I was sleeping with their son, I’d probably be booted from the B&B faster than I could say ‘boo.’

At least Levi had thoughtfully chomped low enough to hide the mark under my shirt this time. He licked the spot he’d bitten, then returned to his position of resting his chin on my chest and watching me.

“Has anyone mentioned you have a nasty biting habit when you’re mad?” I commented and pinched his ass again. He glared at me, but with how cozy and sleepy he was, he looked more like a grumpy kitty with his fur ruffled than anything intimidating.

“Stop it. You’re making me hard again,” he said, wiggling his butt, which had him grinding his half-mast cock against me. Knowing he was up for another round had mine hardening to catch up too.

“That sounds like a non-issue to me,” I said with a smirk and continued rubbing his supple skin. When my hand glided up his spine, he let out a soft moan and shivered, which had me completely hard again.

His hand reached around his back to stop mine from moving. “Wait, I didn’t even get to say what I was going to say yet,” he protested.

I placed my hands on his round butt again but kept them still and nodded for him to speak.

“Tomorrow night at the B&B, we’re having a pumpkin carving event. I was wondering if you wanted to join us if you’re free. Of course, you’re not obligated to since it’s after your work hours, plus working events aren’t part of your responsibility, but I think it’ll be fun if you join…”

He was rambling, which was something he’d never done before. That had me thinking this wasn’t something as innocent as carving pumpkins with the other guests at the B&B.

This was spending time with each other doing something other than sex, and the rational part of me said to tell him I was busy and couldn’t go, because we didn’t need to blur the lines anymore.

It was already enough we’d spend most nights sleeping in each other’s beds. We shouldn’t make this more complicated than it already was.

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