Page 25 of Better than Revenge

He looks down at where I’m pulling his shirt away from his body.

“It’s not mine.”

“Get it off. Take this shirt off.”

I help -or at least try to help- him take his shirt off before dancing my fingers up over his ribs and across his chest. It looks like it’s only his eye and lip that are hurt. Then I see his knuckles.

“Oh God! Sit! Sit down!” He slumps on my couch as his dark blue eyes follow my every movement. There’s something predatory about his eyes that I’ve not seen before. It…kind of turns me on.

I rush to the bathroom to grab my first aid kit and run back to him. I help him clean his knuckles and bring him some frozen peas to put on his eye. But Levi isn’t interested in holding the vegetables to his bruise. He lays it down on my table and puts his hands on my hips before pulling me down on his lap, my legs on either side of his thighs.

“I appreciate the doctoring but what I really want, what I need, is you, kitten.”

“You have me.”

“Do I?”

We stare at one another as he asks me something a lot deeper than what those two words mean.

“Yes. You do.”

“Then show me.”

Show him? I place my hands on his chest and lean close to his mouth.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Always. You never have to ask.”

“It won’t hurt you?”

He shakes his head, so I place my lips on his. My tongue traces over his split lip as I gently use it to tease and play with his. But he’s not wanting slow and gentle. His hands fall to my ass cheeks and he squeezes as he pulls me closer and his thick erection nestles between my open thighs. I moan into his mouth and forget to go slow so I don’t hurt him. Instead, I sink my fingers in his hair and rub myself against him.

He pulls my head back so he can attack my throat as I let my hands explore his bare chest. When I rake my nails over his nipples and he sucks in a breath, my confidence grows. I lower my head so I can play hide and seek with the tight little nubs so like my own and yet so different.

I run my tongue over the tips and delight in his reaction before I move on and kiss my way down his body. When I come to his belted jeans, I need his help to undo the buckle and open his zipper. He scoots down even more so I have more room to pull at his clothing. Once I have his boxers down, his thick, long cock jumps out to greet me like the sexiest jack-in-box ever made. The first real-live dick I’ve ever seen.

It’s huge and intimidating. He’s fucking big and long in a way none of the men in my How-To books ever were. I can’t help looking up at him and offering him an apology with my eyes.

He cups my cheek and runs his thumb over my lower lip. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” I say fast enough it has him chuckling. “I just hope I don’t suck.”

This has him fully laughing. “That’s kind of the point, sweetheart. As long as your mouth is on me, I’m going to be a happy man. You don’t even have to put it all the way in your mouth. I’m pretty sure seeing your mouth next to my dick is going to be enough to make me cum.”

With the new confidence Levi has given me, my eyes drop, and I start making a game plan for giving my man the best blow job he’s ever had or dreamed of having.

Chapter Twenty

Levi

She takes my heart in her hands when she wraps those little fingers around my thick shaft and gives it an experimental glide. I don’t try to hide the grunt that comes out. I’m fucking tired of hiding anything. Tamsin is mine and I’m going to make her the happiest woman in the world. I’ll do anything to make her smile every day, I’ll make her the focus of my whole world, I’ll keep her safe and give her orgasms until she can’t take anymore.

I’m about to give her gentle instructions when she opens her mouth and runs her tongue up the full length of my shaft.

“Holy fucking shit, Tamsin! Holy shit!”

“They say to start by licking it like an ice cream cone.” She demonstrates exactly what she means with her tongue running up the underside and flicking it as she gets to the wide head.

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