Page 104 of Whips and Chains
A tattoo he’d clearly gotten for her.
The rush of something came over me. Maybe shock, because until that moment, I wasn’t sure I’d actually truly comprehended the depth of how much he cared for her.
Maybe disappointment, because yet again, this felt like the Levi and Violet show.
That they were what was meant to be, and I was just getting in the way.
As much as I wanted them, it was clear they wanted each other.
“Whip,” Violet moaned, reaching a hand for me. She dragged her mouth away from Levi’s, and her gaze connected with me.
Something passed between us.
Something I couldn’t walk away from.
So when she whispered, “Please,” even though I knew it was going to burn when she chose him over me, I went.
As long as she wanted me, I would always keep going.
The realization hit me hard. There was only one other woman I had ever felt like this for.
And when she’d died, it had nearly fucking killed me.
Yet, I couldn’t ignore the damn magnetic force that drew me toward that bed, the connection I felt with Violet so strong it eclipsed any rational thought. I set my nearly finished beer down on the bedside table and pulled off my shirt. I yanked at the laces on my boots, loosening them until I could toe them off along with my socks.
Levi pushed Violet’s shirt up, exposing her belly and bra. With greedy hands, he lifted the shirt over her head and drew thebra straps down her shoulders. He didn’t even bother sitting her up so he could undo the clasps, just flipped the cups down and lowered his mouth to her nipple, sucking one into his mouth, squeezing the other between his forefinger and thumb.
He worked her tits, but it was me she reached for, wanting more.
Her fingers undid the button on my jeans and lowered the zipper.
I shoved them down my legs and sucked in a breath when her fingers found the edge of my underwear and removed them as well, freeing my cock.
I didn’t miss Levi’s gaze straying from Violet’s tits to watch me kneel on the mattress near her head.
We both watched her stroke me, her velvet-soft hands wandering over the hardened length of my erection. I was already so ready for her, but it was a torturous sort of pleasure, having her touch me slow, having her test the way her hands could make me move.
Until she drew me in, dick first, so she licked the tip of me.
I braced myself on the wall, leaning over her so she could take my dick in her mouth.
Levi gave us room, moving down between her legs, taking off the skirt and panties I’d wanted to rip off her earlier.
I wanted to watch him go down on her. Wanted to see his tongue flick on her clit and then drive into her channel, but all I could concentrate on was the wet warmth of her mouth around my cock.
She stared up at me, the tip of me bobbing in and out, but the angle had my dick pressing against her cheek instead of the back of her throat so she could only take shallow thrusts.
And I wanted so much more than just the tip of me inside her.
I straddled her chest, pinning her arms beneath my shins. She lifted her head so I could put a pillow beneath it, and settled back, all her beautiful light-colored hair spreading around her like a goddamn halo.
How she had ever thought she wasn’t beautiful was beyond me. Her eyelashes were so dark and long, framing the prettiest eyes I’d ever seen. Her cheeks were full, her face rounded. The pink blush that was so often present on her cheeks was now flush across every inch of her skin.
I braced myself on the headboard, and this time when I thrust into her mouth, she could take so much more of me.
“Good girl,” I murmured, staring down at her, watching inches of my dick disappear into her mouth, only to come out wet and shiny from being pressed to her tongue. “You’re taking it so well.”
She moaned around me, the vibrations so sweet my balls clenched.
