My skin prickles with heat, my pussy throbbing from his reaction as I bring him all the way back to my throat again. I swallow with him back there and apply more pressure as I drag him along my teeth and tug on his balls.
“Mother . . . fucker,” he yells, then pulls away from me. He stares down at me, his eyes wild, his cock so large, so ready. “Stand up and turn around,” he demands. “Now.”
I do as I’m told and stand. Just as I turn around, he bends me at the waist. I prop my hands against the wall just as he flips my skirt up to find that I’m not wearing any underwear.
“Are you fucking kidding me with this?” he asks as he smooths his hand over my ass. “Fuck, Wylie, you’re my dream girl.”
Satisfaction pulses through me as his fingers slide over my crack and down between my legs, where he tests just how ready I am.
“Dripping, Wylie. You’re fucking dripping.” I glance over my shoulder as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks on them. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he groans.
“Fucking perfect,” he says before bringing the head of his cock to my entrance. “I’ll eat you later, but I need this now.” In one pulse, he thrusts inside me.
A long, satisfied groan falls past my lips as I adjust to his length and girth.
No one has ever made me feel this full before, and he must notice because he pauses. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. Are you okay?”
“Perfect,” I say.
“Good,” he replies right before he smacks me on the ass.
“Oh God,” I yell just as he does it again.
“That’s it, baby, squeeze my cock.” He spanks me again, but this time on the other cheek, causing my inner walls to contract around him. “Squeeze it, Wylie.” He does it again, and I squeeze him hard. “Such a good girl,” he says before bringing his other hand up to my neck and lightly circling it. The soft pressure shows me that he’s owning me, but it doesn’t stop me from being able to breathe. It’s perfect.
It’s everything I want and need from him.
When he’s ready, he pulls his hips back and slams into me.
“Your cunt, fuck, it’s perfect. I want you coming all over me. Coat my cock, Wylie.”
He leans forward and takes my breast into his hand, finely playing with my nipple, causing my arousal to spike in seconds as he continues to pulse inside me.
“Yes,” I moan. “More.”
He smooths his hand down my stomach to between my legs, where he finds my clit and starts applying pressure, massaging it with two fingers.
I press my palm flat against the wall as a wave of pleasure rips through me, the beginning of my orgasm.
“Oh my God,” I say as I shake under his touch.
“That’s it, Wylie. Get loud, baby, let me hear you.”
He continues to pulse into me, rocking me so hard that I start losing strength as my head knocks into the wall. His fingers are like magic, working over my clit, causing this tremendous sensation to beat through me, a sensation so great that I don’t think I’m ready for it.
But he doesn’t care.
He wants me to come.
He continues to rock into me, rub my clit . . . bite my shoulder.
“Oh God, Levi. Oh fuck,” I say as my orgasm climbs and climbs and climbs until I hit the edge, and with one final pulse, I tip over, crying out his name in ecstasy as I convulse around him.
“Jesus fuck,” he roars as he stills behind me, my pussy contracting, squeezing him. He groans and then pulls out of me, and his warm cum hits my ass. “Christ,” he groans as I feel his hand smooth over my backside. “Fuck, Wylie.” He breathes heavily and pulls away.
Holy fuck. That was . . . I have no words. All I know is that it was so worth the wait. Everything about that was incredible. His need for me. The way he smacked me. “Fuck, Wylie, you’re my dream girl.” His words. The feel of him stretching me, filling me. Fucking. Me. Nothing has ever felt that good. All I can do is shake my head, too breathless to speak. Was it because of our insane attraction to each other? Or just the undeniable chemistry between us?
From the corner of my eye, I see him grab a wet wipe from a drawer. He cleans himself up and then walks over to me and cleans me up as well. When he’s done, he pulls my skirt down and tosses the wet wipe away. When I stand tall, I face him and watch him stuff himself back in his pants before zipping up.
I reach for my top and notice that it’s completely broken. There’s no way it’s going back on me.
I hold it up to him, and he smiles. Cupping my chin, he presses a soft kiss to my lips before saying, “Sorry about that.” He unbuttons his shirt and offers it to me. I slip my arms through it and then take the two ends and tie them together in a knot just below my breasts.
Levi’s eyes watch in wonderment. When I’m done, I press my hand to his bare chest and stand on my toes, offering him a kiss on the chin.
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” he says before taking my hand and walking out of the private room, him shirtless and me feeling like I just walked on freaking water.
LEVI
I’m fucking buzzing.
I’ve never felt more alive than at this moment, walking hand in hand with Wylie back to my apartment.
We were silent for the entire drive back, but I kept my hand on her thigh. When we arrived, I told her to wait in the car so I could open the door for her. Then I took her hand in mine and kept her close as we made our way up to my floor.
Now that we’re back at my apartment, there is one thing on my mind . . . apologizing.
I let us in the apartment, lock up, and kick my shoes off. When she stands there, unsure, I take her hand and lead her to the couch, where I sit with her.
“I need to talk to you,” I say, causing a pinch in her brow to form.
She wets her lips. “Listen, I know we crossed a line—”
“I’m sorry, Wylie.”
She pauses, and her eyes start to well up. “Levi, please. Can we just take a second before we start claiming what happened was a mistake?”
Now it’s my turn for my brow to crease. “What do you mean a mistake?” I ask. “I don’t think any of that was a mistake.”
“You don’t?”
I shake my head as I lace our fingers together. “No, I’m apologizing because of what I’ve put you through.” I shake my head again. “Fuck, Wylie, I never should have agreed to take you on as my assistant and let your dad use me. I . . . I feel fucking sick about it, and now that this is all fucking over, I’m realizing that the past couple of weeks have been a giant waste of our time.” I let out a deep breath and look her in the eyes. “I never should have treated you the way that I did. I should have cherished you. I should have told you the truth right away. I should have worked with you instead of against you. It was foolish, and I was a scared motherfucker, and I’m sorry, Wylie. You deserve so much better.”
This time, she shakes her head. “No, I should have told you I knew when I worked it out. I shouldn’t have played this game. I was trying to prove something, prove my worth, that I’m better than the person my dad thinks I am . . . and I got lost. I’m sorry, Levi. This all happened because of me.”
“Prove your worth?” I ask. “Wylie, you have nothing to prove.”
“To you, maybe not. To my dad, I have everything to prove.” She leans back against the couch and stares up at the ceiling. “And God, he probably predicted this would happen, that I’d fall into your bed and disappoint him all over again. He probably saw this happening a mile away.”
Feeling like she’s pulling away, I move closer. I’m not letting this go. Now that I’ve had her, I’m not allowing anything to get in the way of us being together, even if that means sacrificing a whole lot.
“I need to go,” she says as she starts to get up, but I stop her.
“No,” I say.
Her eyes meet mine. “No?”
I shake my head. “Fuck no, you’re not leaving.”
“Levi, I never should have—”
“Don’t,” I say. “Please fucking don’t. Don’t for one second regret any of this.”
“But don’t you see?” she says. “All of this has distracted me from what I’m truly supposed to be doing, focusing on my art and my career.” She presses her hand to her forehead and lets out a deep sigh. Then she looks over at me. “I’m really sorry. This is on me, not you.” She tries to stand again, but I keep her close.
“How about this,” I say, not wanting to go around in circles and feeling a deep-rooted panic. I can’t lose her. “We both take the blame and figure out how we can move forward from here.”
“How could we move forward?” she asks. “We’re both going to get into serious trouble for what happened. It might be best if we just . . . go our separate ways.”
“No,” I say.
“No?” she asks, looking like she’s in complete disbelief.
“No,” I repeat. “Not going to happen. Here’s what we’re going to do.” I turn toward her and force her to keep her eyes on me. “We’re going to date—”
“Levi.” She shakes her head.
I hold my hand out. “Hear me out, okay?” She sighs but lets me proceed. “We’re going to date. I’m going to woo the shit out of you so you won’t ever consider dating another man again.” That garners a smile. “You’ll continue to work for me, but you won’t be doing weird shit anymore. You’ll focus heavily on social media and preparing me for away games. When you’re not doing things for me, you’ll do your art. You’ll work on it and find what feels right. You won’t live in the nanny hole anymore because you’ll sleep in my bed.” She raises a brow at me, so I add, “That’s nonnegotiable, not sorry. And when the time comes, and you’re ready, we’ll tell your dad about us, but only when you feel like you have everything in place. Until then, we’ll keep this between us and only us.”
“Levi, you’re risking a lot.”
“Worth it,” I say.
“You barely know me.”