Page 17 of Levi

Sue me.

So far, Levi’s been the only one to give me a night worth remembering. In fact, every night with him has ended in fireworks, and that's no small feat. But that could change tonight. As I pass the door to leave, I head straight for the bar, walking right through the group of guys Levi had been eyeing when he walked in.

He probably thought I didn't notice, but I notice everything he does. I know him well enough to recognize that the way they’re staring at me will drive him crazy.

I also know that if he thinks he’s watching me flirt with one of these guys, it will drive him mad.

Serves you right for dating my sister instead of me.

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With one hand,he reaches behind him, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head, tossing it to the ground next to the bed. It’s entrancing watching him move, every motion smooth yet powerful, just like on the ice. I can’t take my eyes off him. His gaze is locked on my body, my clothes still in disarray from when he tossed me onto the bed. But all of that fades into white noise when his hand moves to his belt, his fingers working to undo it.

“Our deal starts tomorrow. Tonight, I either need to fuck or fight someone, and judging by the fact you didn’t want me to punch those preppy boys downstairs, I think we both know which option you’re leaning toward,” Levi says, flipping open the button on his jeans before dropping them, along with his briefs, leaving him standing bare in front of me.

I don’t know how long I stare or how long I go without breathing; time feels irrelevant with a damn sex god standing in front of me. Clenching my legs together in a desperate attempt for any friction, my eyes trail down his body, his tanned skin chiseled from years of hard work both on and off the ice, and it’s hard not to admire it. His left arm is covered in tattoos, the dark ink a stark contrast against his skin, leading to the tattoo of a puck shattering through glass on the right side of his chest—right around the nipple piercing my tongue loves to tease. His tattooed arms flex as he rubs his cock, adjusting himself as his eyes drink me in.

Fuck my life. Aren’t I supposed to be keeping my legs closed? Aren’t we both practicing celibacy since we’re fake dating and all? I suggested the rule…hell, we just discussed that rule less than twenty minutes ago, yet here I am, naked and ready to throw caution to the wind for one more adventure on that ride.

“I thought we weren’t,” is all I can say as he walks to the side of the bed, tossing a condom on the table that he just pulled from thin air.

“You weren’t fucking me tonight…but by the looks of it, you’ve changed your mind?” Levi states like there’s no question in those words, yet he still waits for my answer before doing anything.

“I guess I did, but it’s a bad id—,” I trail off, my eyes dropping down to his dick. I can feel his eyes on me, the intensity of his gaze almost too much, but I can’t stop staring at his thick cock.

He’s huge. Not just in length, but he’s thick too. And it doesn’t matter that we’ve fucked countless times because every single time that man is inside me, it feels like I’m a virgin all over again. The pressure, the stretching, the pain…I fucking crave the feeling of what his cock does to me. It’s overwhelming, damn near too much, but it’s the only thing that’s ever been inside of me that’s made me come, and that can be fucking addicting.

“I want to taste you,” I tell him, my eyes still refusing to look away from his dick.

“I want to taste you, too, Angel. But right now…right now I need to fuck you before I lose my mind. I need to feel your tight walls suffocating my cock, milking every last drop of my cum from me,” he growls, his voice low as he climbs on the bed until he’s hovering over me. His lips fall on mine, claiming them as we both lose ourselves in each other.

I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be truly touched by this man, more than just him putting his arm around me in front of my family earlier today as he announced our “relationship.” No, this side of Levi is something so polar opposite to the warm and fuzzy version people usually see—unless he’s on the ice. That version of him, the savage, ferocious one, relying solely on primal instinct, is the one that resembles this side of him. And it’s the most mind-altering, body-consuming experience of my life. Every time we’re together, it somehow feels even more incredible, like he’s able to make the pieces of me I once thought were misshapen or dirty—the parts I tried to hide from the world—feel beautiful.

I just wish he thought the other parts of me were as beautiful, too. But at this point, I’ll take what I can get because the little time I have with him is the only time I feel fully accepted, and I’m not ready to give that up quite yet.

The taste of him as our tongues collide has me tingling all over, salivating like Pavlov’s dog because my body is conditioned for what comes next. My mind is on a one-track path, entirely consumed by the thought of being with Levi.

All at once, we’re rolling, Levi pulling me with him as he flips to his back, bringing me on top to straddle him. My hands immediately land on his muscular chest to steady myself. I can feel his hard cock between us, my pussy already wet enough that I don’t even need foreplay. I want him now. Reaching out, I grab the condom next to him, ripping it open before leaning back. His eyes follow my every move, darkening with each passing second as he realizes how close we are to doing this. With one hand, he grabs himself, holding steady as I roll the condom on. Our eyes lock on each other as we work together in tandem.

Somehow, we are completely comfortable with each other when our bodies do the talking, yet there’s also a nervousness, an uncertainty. Every time we’re together, I know I’ll be taken care of. But I still get butterflies because I never know what to expect with this man. He’s wild and unpredictable, but it’s always an experience I never want to end.

Tossing the wrapper to the ground, I lean up and let him position himself before slowly sliding down. It’s tough, regardless of how wet I am; the man is big. I feel my body stretch to accommodate his size. Sliding down an inch or two, the pressure gets to the point of almost being too much, so I stop.

“You okay, Angel?” he rasps, his voice tight with the restraint I’m sure we’re both feeling right now, trying not to hurt me.

I nod, but Levi just shakes his head. “This only works if we use our words. You know the rules, Q,” he says, switching to my name to drive the point in. Levi doesn’t mess around when it comes to safety in the bedroom, and it’s one of the things I like so much about him. I’ve never felt unsafe with him, and that’s something I won’t take for granted—even if I hate him forcing me to form words when all I want is to come.

“Yes,” I finally say as I slide down another inch. His hands find my hips, and he smiles up at me.

“Good girl,” he purrs, fingers digging into my hips and sliding me down just a bit more. “Now sit.”

My body reacts on instinct, aiming to please him regardless of the consequences, and I slide all the way down as his hands guide me, holding me still once we’re flush against each other, our bodies as close together as they can be. The stretch is intense, but I welcome it. Every time his body brushes my own, it feels like the Fourth of July on my clit. Leaning down, I take his mouth in mine, kissing him with desperation as I distract myself, slowly rocking my hips in search of more of that electrifying feeling.

It doesn’t take long for the intensity to fade into pleasure, our bodies falling into a comfortable rhythm as I slide my hips back and forth.

“Fuck, Q, you ride me so good,” Levi groans as his hands start exploring my body, his fingers tweaking my nipples as I start picking up the pace. The second I felt the spark, my body jumped into action, like a gunshot signaling the start of a race, and all I want is to cross that finish line.

“Look at you taking me so well,” he growls and in one motion, he’s flipped me on my back, one leg thrown over his shoulder and a hand on my throat.

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