What an asshole! I mentally screamed as I strode through the front door of my current home away from home and let the door slam shut behind me. Wood hit metal with a loud bang, and I cringed. It was one thing to be angry, but it was another to take that anger out on Grace’s house.
“I’m sorry, Grace,” I said quietly into the silent space of the living room. “I swear I’m not trying to tear down your adorable house. It’s just that your friend Levi is a bit of a bastard…”
Even though I’d never had the opportunity to meet her, I had the odd sensation she would’ve laughed at that, and most likely, understood.
I wasn’t sure if that was mere wishful thinking or the thoughts of a crazy person.
The engine of Levi’s cruiser revved to life, and I heard his loud retreat from the driveway as he left the house like he’d just committed a crime and was hurrying away from the scene in a getaway car.
But kissing wasn’t a crime.
If it was, then he wasn’t the only guilty party in the equation.
I’d kissed him first. Then, he’d kissed me.
And both times, we’d gained no clarity, only more tension and confusion.
But good God, Levi had kissed me. It may have started out rash, impulsive, but once our lips had connected, it grew into something else. I had no idea what that something else was, but I knew we were both involved. The kiss took on an actual life as we both urged it further. The only reason I’d pulled away was because, as a rule, I forced myself to consider logic before taking off any clothing in any sexual encounter. I didn’t have illusions that I needed to be in love or married to have sex, but using judgment was a hard boundary. But I’d been a millisecond away from stripping down to the literal bare necessities, and I didn’t even like Levi. And I was pretty certain he didn’t like me. That one moment of pussy-to-brain consultation had been enough to slam on the brakes.
But why did kissing him feel so fucking good?
I strode into the bedroom and slid off my boots, letting them fall to the hardwood floor with an unceremonious clatter.
I stared at myself in the mirror of the small vanity above the wooden dresser. Denial wasn’t an option when the evidence was written all over my face.
Flushed skin.
Remnants of heat in my green eyes.
Swollen lips.
Pebbled nipples beneath my cream cashmere sweater.
Anger had left the building, and arousal had made its grand debut.
In my defense, it’d been a while since I’d had sex. My current dry spell had just reached the five-month mark. Sadly, the last time I’d had sex had been with my ex-boyfriend Marco who would forever go down as the reason why I stayed the fuck away from musicians, especially rock gods with wandering eyes.
And with work consuming my brain, it’d also been a while since I’d gotten myself off.
So, maybe this had nothing to do with Levi? Maybe I was just, like, generally horny?
Uh-huh…Keep telling yourself that…
I looked at myself in the mirror again and groaned in frustration. I was turned the fuck on, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had inspired it.
More like who had inspired it…
God, this was a mindfuck. I mean, of all the men on the planet, my body decided to be attracted to the biggest dick of all.
With my body aching and throbbing and making its needs known, before I could stop myself, I removed my clothes, climbed onto the bed, and slid under the covers.
It started off hesitant. Slow. My brain still filled with confusion and uncertainty as I gently touched myself, running the tips of my fingers through my arousal.
My body loved the idea of an orgasm, but my mind was at war with the fact that Levi Fox was the inspiration behind it.
Just forget about him. Focus on the orgasm, Ivy. You need this. Using reason is great, but you’re human and you have needs, for shit’s sake.
I closed my eyes as my hand found the perfect rhythm.
Thoughts swirled inside my head, and every single one revolved around him.
And before I could stop myself, I was imagining what it could’ve been like had I not pulled away from that kiss. I fantasized about Levi’s lips moving down my jaw, my neck, while his hands slid under my sweater.
Our kisses turn rough and erratic as we clumsily remove our clothes. My hands are shaking as I grab the hem of the sweater and pull it over my head, but the way he licks his lips steadies me.
I have no doubts he wants me and wants to fill his hands with the supple flesh of my breasts, but I want my hands on him more. I knock him out of the way and set to work, undoing the buckle of his belt, unclasping the button on his pants, and releasing all of the pressure on his bulge with a slide of the zipper.
I gasp as he unsheathes his hard cock from his pants and runs a hand from base to tip.
My body aches with anticipation, shaking nearly violently as I move toward him and straddle his hips with my thighs. He doesn’t waste a second, and he doesn’t go gentle, poising his cock at my entrance and thrusting inside. Heat pools in his eyes as he slides out and inside of me again, stretching me, filling me, making me feel so good.
His lips are at my breasts, suckling and sucking and flicking his tongue against my sensitive nipples.
Our urgency sets our rhythm. Pounding. Hard. Delicious. And my eyes roll back in my head every time he drives forward.
His cock is oh so deep inside of me, and God, it feels so good. And we are so close. Both of us, panting, shaking, hearts pounding, racing toward each other’s pleasure.
I moaned into the quiet bedroom. Like a glass of water being filled, pleasure built inside of me. The few seconds before the glass became too full, a switch flipped and I turned primal. Raw. I wasn’t focused on anything else except the rising, inexplicable wave coursing through my body.
The glass reached its limits and overflowed.
Stars danced behind my eyes as the aroused nerves of my body hit their peak. I was melting and exploding at the same time. I didn’t have any control, and I wasn’t worried or confused or angry in that moment.
I wasn’t anything but enjoying the ride, the complete release.
With every ounce of stress exorcised out of me, I lay in the bed, muscles relaxed and jellylike, heart still pounding and lungs slowly catching their breath.
It had all felt so right.
Until, it didn’t.
A true fucking buzzkill called realization had started to set in until it became a blaring trumpet inside my head. The only reason it’d felt so good was because I’d been lost in my fantasy.
About Levi Fox.