Running Into Love (Fluke My Life 1)

“Christ.” He drops his forehead to mine, resting it there for a moment before moving his hands to my ass. “Hop up,” he commands, lifting me until my legs encircle his hips. Carrying me across his apartment, he takes me into his room and kicks the door closed. “Lose the jacket and the shirt, baby,” he says softly, keeping me in his arms. Working quickly I slip off my jacket, then pull my long-sleeved shirt off over my head, leaving me in a sheer dark-burgundy—almost black—lace bra. As soon as I drop the shirt to the ground, his mouth lands against mine and we’re moving again. Putting one knee, then the other on the bed, Levi walks us across the mattress, then lays me down with my head resting on the pillow. His mouth never leaves mine as my fingers run through his thick hair and my hips arch into his. Pulling back, he sits up on his knees, and my eyes rake over him. His hair has grown out a little over the last two weeks and now curls around his ears and the back of his neck. His eyes are darker and filled with something warm, something I know is only for me. His jaw is hard and grinding as he looks me over. Dropping my eyes to the expanse of his chest, the cut of his abs, and the deep V that disappears into his sweats—and the outline of his giant erection—my core pulses. He’s perfect.

“Fuck, I don’t know where the fuck to start.” His hand wraps around my neck, then slides down between my breasts, over my stomach and to my jeans, which he unbuttons and unzips, exposing the lace panties that match my bra. Sliding both hands up my waist, he cups my breasts, then pulls down the lace to expose my nipples to his gaze.

“Levi.” My hips lift, and I feel the hard ridge of his cock against my pussy through the layers of fabric between us. “Please.” He pulls my jeans down over my hips, then runs two fingers over the lace covering me before removing the jeans and tossing them to the ground. Putting me back in the same position I was in moments ago, his fingers slide back down over the lace covering my core.

“God, you’re already so fucking wet for me,” he groans, bending forward and putting his fist on the bed near my shoulder. I watch as his muscles flex. “I love that. I’m going to enjoy every drop you can give me,” he says, kissing me once more, deep and desperate, like he can’t get enough of me. Running my hands through his hair, I skate them down the smooth skin of his back as his weight presses me into the mattress and my legs wind tighter around his hips. Pulling his mouth away from mine, he licks, nibbles, and bites down my neck to my breasts, where he proceeds to torment me by licking around my nipples—avoiding giving me what I really need.

“Levi.” I take hold of his hair, watching him grin right before he pulls my nipple into his mouth, tugging hard on the stiff bud before letting it go and blowing a cool breath across it. Moaning, I arch into him as his fingers skim down my stomach, making my muscles twist. As he runs his fingers along the edge of my panties, I wait impatiently for what’s to come, feeling my body start to shake. The moment his fingers finally slide under the edge of my panties and down between my folds through the wetness he’s created, his mouth latches onto my neglected nipple and he sucks hard. My back leaves the bed, and my hands leave his hair to latch onto his shoulders. Digging my nails in, I hold on tight. Feeling one thick finger enter me, I arch farther into his touch and circle my hips, moaning loudly.

“Oh,” I whisper as he hits my G-spot. Then I moan down his throat as he kisses me and thrusts his tongue into my mouth, moving it in sync with the one finger that soon turns into two.

Pulling from my mouth, he kisses me softly, then moves down my body, leaving wet, openmouthed kisses along the way. “I want you to watch,” he says, and I open my eyes that I didn’t know were closed and look down the length of my body. I watch him as he opens his mouth over the lace covering my core and sucks hard. My heels dig into the bed and my hips lift as I grab onto his hair, needing something to keep me from floating away.

“Yes,” I moan, lifting my hips, offering myself up to him. He pulls my panties to the side; the feel of his wet tongue on me without anything between us makes the moment that much more erotic.

“Christ, you taste like heaven,” he growls against me, making me pant. Feeling him licking and circling my clit as his fingers work ruthlessly inside me, I know it won’t be much longer before I fall apart.

“Levi,” I cry, overwhelmed by the things he’s doing to me. Moving one hand up my stomach, he takes my nipple between his thumb and middle finger, twists, and pulls. “I’m—”

“I’ll catch you, baby, let go,” he says, and I do. I let go and fall over the edge, my body buzzing and stars dancing behind my closed eyelids. I’ve never experienced anything like it in my life, and I know only he can make me feel like this. Only he has the power to take me to the edge of bliss and send me over with the promise to catch me when I land. Slowly the muscles of my thighs that had tightened loosen, and my body relaxes back against the bed. He licks me once more, slowly, before moving back and pulling my panties down my legs, tossing them behind him before forcing my legs apart and settling his hips between mine.

“Let’s get this off you,” he says. Reaching behind me, he unhooks my bra and gently removes it from my shoulders. Then he leans down, placing a kiss to the tips of each of my breasts, to allow his weight to settle against me. Wrapping myself around him, I pull his face down to mine and kiss him, hoping that he knows what he means to me. Feeling his cock nudge my entrance, I lift my hips, listening to him growl.

“Please,” I beg, and his muscles tense and flex.

“I can’t do this,” he says, suddenly pulling away, and my heart begins to crack open.

“Wh—” I start to ask what the hell he means, but then he rolls us until I’m straddling him.

“I’m lost in you, baby.” He takes my face between his large palms. “So fucking unbelievably lost in you, Fawn, and I don’t trust myself right now. I don’t want to hurt you, so I’m going to let you set the pace.” I finally catch his meaning and feel his hard length nestled between my wet folds. Dropping forward, I rest my palms against his chest, watching his eyes darken with lust as they move over my hair, face, and breasts. “Fuck.” His head tips back, and his fingers dig into my hips as I move along his hard length. Watching the muscles in his neck and the way his jaw grows tight, I roll my hips, feeling myself become even more turned on. I love this power, I love that I’m in control—it’s an aphrodisiac of its own kind.

“Fawn,” he growls, tipping his eyes to mine, and there is no missing the warning in his tone. Biting my bottom lip, I move my hand between us and wrap it around his length, amazed that my fingers don’t come close to meeting. Holding him, I line myself up, rubbing the tip against my clit. My head falls back, and my free hand moves to my breast without thought. “Fawn.” He grabs my hips, and my eyes drop to his, feeling heavy with desire. Shaking his head, his teeth snap together as I slide the tip of him inside and slowly slide down his length, feeling him stretch and fill me. He’s so thick and long that there is a bite of pain with every inch of him I take inside me.

“Oh god.” My head falls back once more as I seat myself on him and his thumb sweeps over my clit.

“Look at me.” My gaze meets his as my body starts to buzz again when I see how hard he’s trying to hold back.

Moving against him, slow at first, I quicken my pace as his thumb circles faster. I’m close, already so close again. Moaning loudly I rock against him, watching his eyes flare and his muscles bunch. “Levi.” My body bucks as he sits up, pulling my legs to wrap around his back, locking us together. Holding me tightly against him, his mouth takes mine in a soft, gentle kiss that has my toes curling. I have never felt more connected to another human in my life—I’ve never felt closer to anyone than I do to him right now. Tears start to build in my throat

as we rock together, touch, and kiss. Holding him as tightly as he’s holding me, I come unexpectedly, listening to him groan as I do.

“Shh,” he hushes me when his fingers find my clit once more, and I begin to whimper. My body is overstimulated; every nerve ending feels like it’s exposed. Laying me back on the bed, he stays planted inside me as he wraps my legs around his waist, then pulls out slowly.

“Levi.” I lift my head, burying my face against his neck as he thrusts in, hitting something deep inside me I didn’t even know was there. My nails dig into his back as my heels fall down to his ass. This is too much, way too much, feeling him inside me, his weight pressing me into the bed, his scent seeping into my pores—all of my senses are overwhelmed with everything that is him.

“Fawn.” His fingers skate up my side, along the edge of my breast, over my collarbone before he takes hold of my jaw, forcing my head back. “Kiss me, baby.” He thrusts in, and I watch his muscles bunch as I run my fingers into the back of his hair and force him closer to me. Licking across his lower lip before kissing him, I watch his eyes flare. His thrusts become faster, more erratic.

“Oh,” I cry as he pulls his mouth from mine and drops his face to my chest, where he pulls my breast deep into his mouth. Biting my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming out, I cling to him with every part of me as I come, once more tightening around him. Letting go of my breast, his mouth covers mine, and he groans down my throat as I pulse around him. Panting heavily, we share the same breath, and I can feel his heart beating hard against my chest with my own. “That was—”

“Amazing,” he finishes for me, and I kiss his jaw, thinking amazing is the understatement of the century. What just happed was beautiful and life changing. Without losing our connection, he rolls us until we’re face-to-face on our sides, then his hand wraps around the back of my skull and he tucks my head under his chin, wrapping his other arm around my back. “Thank you for coming back to spend Thanksgiving with me,” he says quietly, and those stupid tears I felt earlier come back. Swallowing them down I nod my head, too afraid he will hear them in my voice if I try to speak.