I stroke him and he moans. I do it again and I swear he growls then pushes his lips against mine, and then somehow he lifts me and he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and I’m standing, his cock still in my hand, and I pump him again as my panties come off.
“C’mere,” he says, low and husky. “Closer.”
I push myself against him, hand still wrapped around his shaft.
“Closer,” he says again and pulls me until I’m straddling him, knees astride his hips.
“Like that?” I whisper.
“Almost,” he says, that smile on his lips.
He holds my back with one hand and with the other, he reaches out and opens the drawer on his bedside table and I hear a telltale crinkle. Levi tears open the condom and puts it on, and I roll it down his cock with both hands, nearly shaking with anticipation.
“June?” he murmurs.
“Yes?”
“Closer.”
He has me by the hips, lifts me, and I sink onto him with a single stroke, my hand knotting in his hair as my breath leaves me in a rush, my face pressed to his.
“Like that,” he whispers into my ear, his voice ragged and rough as he rocks me back and forth. “Just like that.”
“Just like that,” I echo, my arms around his shoulders. He sinks deeper with every movement, each nudge and stroke and suggestion lighting up the pleasure centers inside me.
Gently, he pushes me back and without breaking rhythm, pulls my knees up, wraps my legs around him. He changes the angle and pulls me down onto him and I shift my hips and anchor my hands on his knees and Levi thrusts and I shout, “Oh, fuck,” and he does it again and again and holy shit, I’m five seconds from coming.
“Levi,” I breathe, the word coming out like a prayer.
“Say it again.”
I gasp. I gather my wits.
“Levi, go slow,” I beg. “Please.”
“Like this?” he growls, pulling me in hard, sinking deep.
“You have to go slow,” I whisper, sinking one hand into his hair, pulling our faces together. “Go slow, please, please—”
Levi captures my mouth with his and my words turn into whimpers and he doesn’t slow down, not even a little. He kisses me and he pushes deeper, harder, and our mouths are together and I’m half kissing him and half whispering not yet, not yet, not yet and I’m still whispering that as I come so hard my vision goes white.
I feel like I’m being taken apart, like I’m origami being unfolded, flattened back into a sheet of paper. It feels like a force bigger than me, more powerful and when it’s over I’m left gasping, flushed, shaking.
“—so fucking beautiful,” Levi says as I kiss him. I kiss him and I take him as hard and deep as I can, and I do it again and again until he groans and buries his face in my neck and grabs my shoulder so hard I think it might bruise and in that moment I’m fiercely, desperately possessive of him.
Then we stay like that, our arms around each other. Levi turns his head, burrows into my neck and I hold him tighter, his hair sticking to my arms, his skin damp with sweat.
Finally, he raises his face to mine, kisses me, and then I untangle myself. He stands, excuses himself for a moment, and I flop onto his bed.
It’s almost two in the morning, I just did the wrong thing, and it was immensely satisfying.Chapter EighteenLeviWhen I get back to my bedroom, June is sprawled on the bed and I sprawl next to her. It’s hot and humid, even at night, so I find her hand with mine and tangle our fingers together. It’ll have to do for cuddling for the moment.
“I would be extremely amenable to doing that again,” I finally say, minutes later, and June just starts laughing.
“Good,” she says.
“Not immediately,” I admit.
“Can I tell you something?” she asks.
“Anything,” I say, looking over at her. “You could tell me you’re behind the tree murders and right now, I wouldn’t mind.”
“What if I’d orchestrated all this just to get you in bed?” June muses, still laughing.
I consider this for a moment, staring at my ceiling.
“Worth it,” I finally say.
“You’d be mad tomorrow,” June says.
“What were you going to tell me?”
She turns her head and now we’re looking at each other across my mattress, our hands entangled, both of us still giddy and riding a high. June bites her lips together like she’s reconsidering.
“June,” I say.
“I’ve never come that fast before,” she admits quickly. “Usually it takes, like, three vibrators and a marching band.”
I’m grinning like an idiot.
She narrows her eyes, watching me like she’s trying not to laugh again.
“I was going to apologize but now I think I might not?” she says.
I bring our joined hands to my lips, kiss her fingers.