Page 42 of Levi

Shit.We aren’t strangers to exhibitionism, but it’s different when it’s his best friends and teammates who we see everyday.

But if this is so wrong, then why are the red flags and alarm bells fading into music and party decorations, like this is a celebration I don’t want to miss?

I feel one finger slide in as he leans down, flattening his tongue against my center, licking me front to back as his finger shallowly slides in and out, slowly teasing my entrance. His lips wrap around my clit, the tiny bundle of nerves exploding as he sucks on it, two fingers sliding inside me this time but it’s still not enough. It’s still not what I need.

Give. Me. More.

“Levi, please,” I whine as he pulls back, his mouth pressing kisses along my inner thigh. Occasionally, I feel his teeth, the change in sensation everything I need to drive me wild.

“Please, what, Angel?” he mumbles against my skin.

“I need more.”

“More what?” he says as he slides two fingers in, nothing slow about it this time, his thumb teasing my clit before sliding back out. “What do you need more of?”

“Everything.” I gasp as he slams back in.

“You sure about that?” he chuckles as he adds another finger, slowly working a third inside, before finally starting to build up a rhythm. The feeling of his fingers fucking me, slowly but with perfect execution, is driving me crazy while racing me towards the finish line.

I want everything this man has to give me…in my bed…in my life…in my heart. Like he already is, but for real.

“I’ll give it to you, Quinn,” he says, pulling back from my clit for just a second, his fingers still working me, curling perfectly to hit my G spot as he sends me shooting for the stars. “But if I give it to you, Q, you have to make sure you’re ready for it. Make sure you knowexactlywhat you’re asking for.”

His words set me off. There’s an unsaid question of whether we’re only talking about sex right now because the way he’s looking at me, the way his eyes watch me with so many unsaid things, I’m overwhelmed in the best—yet most confusing—way. My body starts moving with a mind of its own, squirming on the table as he finger fucks me, his mouth eating my cunt like it’s his last meal, and he fights to keep me still with his free arm holding me in place. It’s overwhelming, the way he’s working my body, pushing me closer and closer but never quite pushing me over the edge. Every time I get close, he moves his mouth, his fingers continuing like he doesn’t want to completely kill my orgasm—but he’s not ready to give it to me either.

Fucker.

“You’re doing so good, Angel,” Levi groans out, his voice rough, turned on, and I wish I could give him something. I wish I could bring him the same pleasure he’s bringing me now. But if he keeps teasing me—I’m going to edge the fucker for an eternity.

“Levi,” I grumble, and he just chuckles, the vibration against my skin almost enough to set me off.

“Yes, Q?”

“Either make me come, or move and let me do it myself,” I say, leaning up on my elbows as I look down at him.

His eyes darken as he looks up at me, a crazed look I've come to love on his face. “As much as I'd love to watch that, this orgasm ismine.”

In a flash, his mouth is back on me,devouringme like his life depends on it. My legs tremble as his fingers slide back in me, angling up perfectly to hit the small bundle of nerves like he's memorized exactly how to get there.

It's like this man was put on this earth just to bring my body pleasure. Everything he does, every touch, every word, every kiss—it's like he knows exactly what I need and delivers it perfectly.

Every.

Single.

Time.

The man never misses, and he’s not starting today by any means. His fingers and tongue work together, creating a beautiful symphony, with Levi playing my body like it’s been his life’s mission to perfect it. It starts in my spine, but before long I’m consumed with pleasure, every inch of my skin on fire as he works me through my orgasm.

I can’t tell you what happened. I don’t know if I scream, cry, or moan. I black out from pleasure as he delivers one of the best orgasms of my life. There is so much pleasure, so many promises, albeit unsaid, and so many feelings leaving me wondering what the fuck we are actually doing because I like this—him—way more than I should.

As my orgasm subsides, Levi starts to slow down, his fingers coming to a stop still inside me as he pulls back and watches me. Leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk on his face, I can only imagine I’m looking back at him with hearts in my eyes, practically willing to do anything to get that feeling replicated again and again. It was the hottest experience in my life, the fear of being caught mixed with the way he touched my body…it was fucking perfection.

But that was only until now, as he lifts his fingers from my pussy, bringing them straight to my mouth. “Taste yourself, Angel. Taste how fucking sweet you are,” he demands, slipping his fingers between my lips.

Moaning, I can’t help myself as I swirl my tongue around his fingers, tasting myself, which should feel wrong, but somehow this is just fucking hot. His eyes narrow, watching me intensely before quickly pulling his fingers from my mouth and gripping that back of my head, pulling me in for a wild, bruising kiss.

It’s erotic, our tongues tangling together as I’m spread out on the dining room table, my cum in our mouths as he growls against me.

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