He huffs warm breath against my tits and then traces the circle of my nipple with his tongue, teasing at the point of it. My own fingers go tighter around his cock, and I start pumping him a bit faster, as if giving him something that feels good will make him make me feel good, too.
I’m not wrong, apparently. He curses mutedly and then bites my nipple hard enough that it makes me jump and sends a pulse of pure desire down to my pussy.
“You like that?” he whispers, glancing up at me.
I nod, and it’s almost frantic.
A smirk crosses his face, illuminated by the TV behind us, and he peppers kisses over my tits, alternating between his soft lips and the rough edge of his teeth until I’m gasping for breath and soaking my shorts.
I keep my hand where it is, but I grind harder against him, seeking out friction for my clit. The layers of our bottoms are all that separate us, and it’s too much to really feel him. I want his cock in me, and I whine softly, trying to get that point across.
“You want it,” he says. “I can tell how fucking wet you are.”
“You’re—fuck—” My words cut off when he pinches my nipple, stealing my breath for a second. “You’re one to talk. You’re hard enough to drill a hole through a wall right now.”
“Yeah, because I want you too,” he shoots back. It’s an admission and a challenge all in one, and I wind my fingers into his hair to drag him back up into another breathless kiss.
Our bodies work together, and we grind against each other, the living room quiet other than the sound of the TV and our harsh breathing.
It’s so much easier to give in to this than to get lost in my head. Any softer feelings that might or might not exist can be shoved aside in favor of chasing pleasure and giving in to the call of that desire.
It doesn’t take long before the grinding isn’t enough. I need more. I need to feel all of him. To have him inside me.
I scramble off of his lap quickly and shove my shorts and panties down over my hips, letting them drop down to the floor in a heap.
Levi takes the cue and works his sweats off, leaving him naked, his cock jutting out proudly.
Before I can straddle him again and take that length into my aching core, Levi grabs my hips and pulls me closer, but not down into his lap. Instead, his eyes are locked on the wet mess of my pussy, and he licks his lips again, but this time like someone who’s about to dive into a feast.
His fingers dig roughly into the skin of my hips, and he dips his head to lick a hot line right along the seam of my sex, making me gasp out loud.
“Should’ve known you’d be fucking delicious,” he mutters, and then frees one hand to spread my pussy open.
The first touch of his mouth to my clit has me shuddering out a sigh and rocking forward to seek out more of it. He holds me open and lets his tongue go delving, flicking and fluttering over my clit before moving away from it to find the edges of my pussy and teasing there.
My legs shake a little, and I brace myself against the edge of the couch, letting my fingers thread through his hair to have something to hold on to.
Levi hums approvingly as he presses his tongue into me—just a bit of pressure to start with, almost like a reward for being good.
I let my eyes drift shut for a second, just focusing on trying to breathe while he works me, licking and lapping at my pussy like he’s never tasted anything better.
His groans are soft, definitely not loud enough to echo up the stairs and wake up one of the other guys, but they resonate through me, adding to the sensations. Each touch of his tongue just makes me feel hotter all over, and the little vibrations from his sounds ratchet up the desire even more.
I find myself grinding against his face a little, using my hold on his hair for leverage, and it takes me a second to realize the little whining sounds are coming from my own mouth.
It just feels so good to let go. To not worry about the millions of things swirling around in my head. All I’m focused on is the way his tongue keeps pressing into me, giving me exactly what I need one minute before taking it away and teasing at my clit the next. The electric pleasure shooting through me is so much better than grief or stress or anger, and I lean into it, one hand coming up to play with my own tits.
I pinch and tease at my nipples, head tipped back while Levi decides to set up camp right at my clit. The point of his tongue circles it aimlessly for a second or two, and each time it gets close enough that I can really feel it, there’s a spark, and I nearly jump.
He flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud one, two times, and I whimper his name on an exhale.
“Levi. Stop being a fucking tease.”
His laugh is lost in my wetness, but I feel it all the same. It’s too late at night for teasing, and it’s clear he agrees because he doesn’t make me wait much longer. Instead he presses his tongue to my clit, massaging it almost, and the wave of desire that sparks has me tightening my fingers in his hair and pushing my hips forward to seek out more.
“Please,” I gasp, trying to keep quiet, but I can feel the heat rising inside me. It feels so fucking good, and I’m right there on the edge, so close to tipping over it and coming in a rush.
And then Levi backs off a bit, keeping me on the knife’s edge. He chuckles again and nuzzles at my pussy for a second, not stopping enough that I lose that thread of pleasure, but just enough that I cool off a little.