Cup of Joe (Bold Brew 1)

“I can show you,” he panted. “Let me up.”

“Not until you follow my first order.”

“What? Oh. The kiss.” He bit the corner of his mouth.

“Do you not kiss?” I gentled my tone. There was undoubtedly a detailed conversation on limits that we needed to have, but slowing down seemed beyond me right then, despite all my intentions to be the reasonable, mature adult here. However, I would absolutely respect his boundaries if he truly had reservations, no matter how far gone I was.

“No, I kiss. Maybe not well—”

“Let me be the judge of that.” Back to being stern, I tugged him closer.

“Okay.” Putting his hands on my shoulders, he tentatively fit our mouths together. And that little hesitation was sexier than any practiced move. Made it hard to hold still and let him figure things out on his own, but like with the TV remote, he needed a win here.

I made an encouraging noise as he fumbled his way through the kiss. He wasn’t wrong about his lack of skill—too much pressure, a little too dry, too much nose bumping. I’d put the number of people he’d kissed in single digits, which thrilled me way more than I would have predicted. Near-virginal was not my usual fare at all, but Levi made exploring new and sexy again.

Seeming to gain a little confidence, he achieved a better head position all on his own. His tongue darted out to trace my lips, making me groan.

“More like that,” I ordered. I was hardly a sex expert, but giving him pointers had my skin heating further.

“This?” The brat persona was replaced by an innate sweetness that had me groaning all over again as he teased with increasing confidence. I parted my lips to encourage him to deepen the kiss, and he made the sexiest sound, part surprise and wonder, part moan. Coming the second our tongues met seemed like a real possibility, so I tensed my back muscles one by one, trying to clamp down on the surge of pleasure as he delved into my mouth.

He carefully stroked his tongue against mine, then repeated the motion more playfully, gripping my shoulders harder. I let him have his fun for long moments, luxuriating in his little gasps and wiggles. While he squirmed, I went back to groping his ass inside his shorts, enjoying the contrast between the silky material of the panties and his fuzzy legs. The light pressure was enough to coax more moans from him.

Fuck. His responsiveness was going to be my undoing. I moved him more deliberately against me, turning his wriggling into a purposeful grinding. The friction of his shorts-covered cock against my own painfully hard dick made the kissing that much more urgent. Eventually, I had no choice but to give into my need to take over the kiss and explore his mouth.

He tasted salty and sweet as he welcomed my tongue, sucking on it in a way that was going to get me off in a hurry. My heart hammered and my hands tightened on his ass, which just made him moan more. Damn. He truly was perfect.

“Joe. Oh God. Joe.” Breaking away, he leaned back, riding me harder as his eyes drifted shut and his face went slack. I needed to slow him—us—down, needed to take control back, if I’d ever had it, but I seemed powerless to do anything other than watch his gorgeous face as he got closer to—

“Aah. Your. Pocket.” Eyes going from sleepy to startled, he gave a little yelp and wriggled away, landing next to me. “It’s vibrating!”

“Phone. Sorry.” I’d been so lost in him that I hadn’t noticed the alert until he called attention to it.

“You need to check?” His lips were kiss-swollen, his hair all messed up, and my answer was going to be no, absolutely not, because the only thing I needed was to make him come, but then it vibrated again. And again. A series of messages.

“Fuck.” Tipping my head back, I beat it against the couch. Fuck my life. It could be a massive work emergency or family thing, but my cock was still achingly in favor of me chucking the phone across the room.

“It’s…okay.” He swallowed hard a number of times, clearly having as a hard a time breathing normally as I was. “I can wait.”

“Just let me put it on silent,” I promised as I dug the stupid thing out. I was only going to glance at the message. Just glance. Only to—

“Trouble?” Levi asked at the same moment I cursed again.

“Fucking universe hates me.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m the one it has a hit out on.” Levi managed a laugh. “What’s wrong?”

“My dad’s out at a senior thing. He left his lights on, and now he needs a jump because his battery is dead.”

“And you can’t tell him to call Triple-A, because he’s your dad.” Nodding knowingly, Levi arranged his clothing back to normal.