Chapter Twenty-Three
Abby
Before I can insert my key into the lock, I hear laughing coming from my apartment. Giving the knob a turn, I find it unlocked, but I’m more surprised to find my dad sitting at the kitchen table with Levi. My dad is drinking a beer, while Levi takes a sip from a half-empty bottle of water.
“Dad?” I ask, stepping inside and setting my purse on the counter.
“Hey, honey. I just stopped by earlier to drop off your sweater. You left it at the café,” he says, standing up to give me a kiss on the cheek.
“Oh.”
“And your dad was just telling me about when he was dating your mom,” Levi says with a laugh. “Your grandparents were a hoot way back then.”
“Well, they were definitely something,” my dad replies with another grin. They both stare at each other for a few moments, and I can practically see the private conversation pass between the two of them. I look around, wondering if I stepped into some wacky alternate universe that looks like my apartment, but it’s inhabited with aliens. That’s the only way to describe the weirdness going on right now.
“Anyway, I should go. I’m sure you two have plans before Levi heads to work.”
“You can stay,” I stutter, meeting him at the door.
“I have an early flight in the morning. I thought I’d drop by Meggy’s and see how she’s doing before heading home.” The sadness in his eyes is evident.
Meghan attended the family luncheon, but definitely wasn’t herself. She was quiet and forlorn and barely cracked a smile, even when our grandparents started their perverse antics over dumpling soup. And why would she be? Today would have been Josh’s twenty-eighth birthday.
“Okay, Dad. Give her my love.”
“I will, sweetie. Enjoy your evening,” he says, placing a kiss on my forehead. Then he turns back to Levi, who’s standing beside the table. “Good to see you again, son. We missed you at lunch,” Dad says, extending his hand to Levi.
“I’ll be there next time,” Levi replies. My head volleys back and forth as they continue to talk as if they’re long lost buddies.
Dad bids us goodbye once more before slipping out of my apartment, reminding me to lock up.
“That was weird,” I say, turning to face Levi.
“What?” he asks, stepping forward and pulling me into his arms.
“What were you guys talking about? I felt like I interrupted something.” My hands wrap around his neck as my soft body collides with his much harder one.
“Guy talk, angel,” he says before his lips claim mine. The kiss starts sweet, but the moment his tongue sweeps across the seam of my lips, it ignites into something more. My entire body starts to hum with anticipation and excitement. But it also feels like he’s using the powers of his magical lips to distract me from something.
Pulling back, I gaze up at his lustful eyes. “Confession time,” I whisper, sliding my thumb over his bottom lip.
Levi sighs. “Fine. He might have walked in here when I was wearing nothing but my skivvies, pulling something to eat from your fridge.”
I blink once. Twice. “What?” I whisper, sure that I misheard.
“Don’t fret about it. We talked. It’s all good,” he says, trying to continue the kiss we started.
“You talked? About what?”
Again, he sighs and takes a step back. “I might have said something about wanting to use you to alleviate my hard-on.” I gasp. “I didn’t know it was your dad!” he exclaims as my hands cover my mouth.
“And he didn’t kill you?”
“Why would he kill me, angel? We talked and he knows how I feel about you,” he says, covering my hands with his own and moving them from my face.
“How you feel?” I whisper, my heart hammering in my chest.
“Yeah, he understands that our friendship has grown into something more. He knows I’m crazy about you and enjoy spending time with you. He realizes that my feelings for you have developed into something bigger than anything I’ve felt before, and as scared as I might be, I really want to explore that with you.”
“You do?” Is that my voice? Why does it sound like I’m choking?
“I do. Do you know what you want? We don’t have to put any labels on anything, but I’d be comfortable saying we’re dating. Exclusively.”
“Really?”
He smiles down at me. “Why does all this surprise you so much?”
“Well, you haven’t exactly been a relationship kinda guy, Levi. In fact, I don’t recall you ever having a one, let alone anything exclusive.”
“You’re right, this is all new to me. Turns out, I’m an Abby kinda guy and as long as I have you, I don’t care about all of those labels and bullshit. I just want you,” he whispers moments before reclaiming my lips.
This kiss isn’t slow or sweet. This kiss is consuming and controlling. His tongue possesses, his lips dominate me. And that’s not even including his hands. They slide firmly against my back, down until he’s gripping my rear. In one smooth motion, he picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I can feel his erection through his shorts as it presses against the place I ache for him.
“Trust me?” he rasps, kissing his way down my throat.
“Y-yes.” I do.
“I want to take you from behind, beautiful,” he says, setting me down and helping guide me until I’m facing the cabinets.
Then his hands are on me, gripping and touching me in a way that leaves me so hot and bothered, I’m afraid I might actually die from lust. My shorts and shirt are gone, my panties a distant memory as I brace my hands against the countertop. His very talented hands slide easily over my body until he finds me embarrassingly wet and swollen. I mean, we’re talking water left on, I can feel it sliding down my thighs kinda wet.
“God, I love your body,” he whispers harshly against my ear moments before I feel the slide of his piercing between my butt cheeks. Just the thought of him being so close to my ain’t gonna happen area, especially with something as gigantic as his monstrous penis, should leave me clenching and tense. But it doesn’t. The feel of that little ball slipping through the wetness and teasing my rear entrance causes my heart to race and my nipples to pebble more.
“Not today, angel. Maybe someday I’ll claim that part of you too, but not today,” he breathes against my ear as he slides into my trembling pussy.
“Oh God,” I whisper, my body as taut and pulsing as a live electric wire.
I feel everything with him. The piercing, the way his body moves inside me, making me feel so full and complete. And then he wraps his hands around mine, entwining our fingers together, and places them back on the countertop. He uses them as leverage and starts to pump his hips, determined and full of raw desire. I cry out in euphoria every time those little balls slide against my G-spot.
Holy mother of God and all things almighty.
“I can feel you clenching around my cock, Abs. Feels so fucking good,” he mumbles, pistoning his hips again and again.
My reply comes out a jumbled, mumbled, choppy sentence of sounds. I start to clench around him, squeezing the life out of his penis. (My vagina is such a hussy.) Before I realize it, I’m practically screaming out a release. Nope, no clue what words are actually coming from my mouth right now.
Levi’s right behind me (no pun intended) and slams into me with enough force to almost send me crashing into the countertop. But he holds me hostage (in the best way possible), my name falling from his lips before he stills inside of me. I can feel him pulsing and coming, my inner walls milking him for all he’s worth.
“Jesus,” he groans, bringing his mouth to my shoulder and biting gently. The sharp sting causes me to shudder.
“Wow.”
“Yeah,” he says, kissing the place that he just marked with his teeth. “I’m just glad I was still able to get it up.”
“What?” I ask with a small laugh, turning and looking over my shoulder at his flushed and slightly sweaty face.
“I’m just glad your dad’s arrival didn’t kill the fantasy.” Again, he kisses my shoulder and the back of my neck, moving my hair across my other shoulder and exposing more skin as he goes.
“I’m glad too. It would have been a shame if we never got to experience that. In my kitchen.”
“Your kitchen may be my new favorite place. It’s a great kitchen.”
“It is,” I say, breathlessly, as he continues to kiss my neck, his hands wrapping around my abdomen. That’s also when I notice he’s still rock hard inside of me and moving very slowly.
“One more before I go to work? It’s going to be a long, miserable night without you.”
“What about dinner?” I ask diplomatically, but praying he doesn’t stop.
“Dinner can wait, but having you one more time before work, can’t.”
And then he starts to move.
And administers no less than two more orgasms.