I slowly let her legs fall until her feet touch the ground. What I wouldn’t give to get a look at her. My hand reaches out in search of her face, finding her cheek warm to the touch. She surprises me by leaning into my palm. “We don’t have to do this. We can just—”
She shocks me for a second time by pushing my hand away and slamming her lips against mine. I take what she’s giving, basking in the feel of her. My hands become urgent, pulling her body into mine. I kneel, sliding her panties down her legs and run my nose along her seam, inhaling her scent. Just as I thought. Sweet. I stand, pushing my own pants down, but not before grabbing the condom Chase slipped in my back pocket. I slide the condom down my cock, wishing I could see her face—if lust blazes in her eyes.
“Last chance to back out, sweetheart. Otherwise, you’re all mine until I’m done with you.” My voice is laced with desire. I don’t think I could back away from her even if she told me no.
Her warm hands lift and wrap around my neck, her breasts pressing against my abs as she stretches. I lift her into my arms again, and her legs wrap around my waist. She brings her soft lips back to mine. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol creating this animalistic compulsiveness in me, but I want—no, need—to consume this chick. I increase the pressure of our kiss, pressing her body tighter to mine, no longer able to hold off.
I work my hand around my cock, placing myself at her entrance, waiting for final approval. She thrusts her hips into me, and the final string of control snaps and I drive into her. Our moans mingle as one as I push deep. I pull out, and slam back in, craving the deepness of her. Her needy cunt wraps around me, and I lose control. I thrust into her over and over, her sexy pants adding gasoline to my burning desire.
Everything about this mystery chick has me so worked up. The anticipation of finding out who she is. Learning everything about her. Fuck, typical me, already thinking about asking her out after this. The more I pump into her, riding the high of her, the more I want—no need. I can’t have this girl once and be done. My eager dick won’t allow it.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me tight,” I growl, anticipating her pending orgasm. Her moans become louder, her breathing unsteady. When she begins to clench around me, I maneuver my finger to her clit and press down. It’s then she loses her fight and comes undone around me.
“Oh, Levi!” Her soft, desperate cry filters through the room, and I pound once, twice, three times before coming like a goddamn rocket inside her.
My chest heaves, trying to catch my breath, my mind still foggy as I come down from the best sex I’ve had in a long time. I release my grip on her and pull out, allowing her legs to fall. She stands, and I pull the condom off, knot it, and toss it in a corner.
“I get this was a one-time thing, but you’re amazing. I’m not normally like this. Maybe we can exchange—”
She doesn’t allow me to finish and pushes me to the side, searching for something. The sound of shuffling material is her only response. She’s slipping her dress back on.
I begin to dress as well. “I know this was a casual thing. I don’t normally do this…” She continues to hurriedly dress, tripping over the long material. I reach forward to steady her. “Maybe just a name?”
The only response I get is the sound of the commotion as she tries to get herself back into her dress. My brows knit at how unaffected she’s acting. I’m not a jerk, so I step forward, offering her my assistance. “Fine. Let me at least find the light and help you into your dress—”
“No!” Her voice booms throughout the supply closet.
I freeze. So does she. Panic fills the small room as she continues to fumble.
“What—who are you?” I ask, my tone suddenly serious. I recognize that voice, but in the heat of the moment, I can’t pinpoint who. I reach for the light again, and she makes another wrong move.
“Levi, no!”
No fucking way.
Shock. Anger. Denial. It all hits me at once. They wouldn’t do this to me. Set me up like this.
She doesn’t say another word. She knows she’s caught.
I shuffle to find the light switch as she tries to scurry past me. “I don’t think so,” I tell her. Not before I get that light on. My stomach drops as my fingers scrape against the wall, searching for the damn switch. My heart is pounding for a whole other reason. “Fuck,” I growl, impatient. My mind races. Images of us as kids. Her running rampant, annoying us. The summer I stayed with them. “Fuck!” If I flip on that light and see—