“I know enough about you to understand that I like you. That I want to get to know more about you. Wylie, I never stopped thinking about you after that night we first met. I feel such a genuine connection with you, and I’d regret not exploring this. If you want sex off the table, fine, we can take that off the table, but at least give this a chance, Wylie. Give us a chance.” I have never begged a woman for anything, so I seriously hope she doesn’t ignore my plea.
“You’d take sex off the table after what we just did?”
“I mean . . .” I scratch the back of my head. “It doesn’t thrill me to know that I can’t be inside you every night, but if that’s what it takes, then yeah, sex is off the table.”
She smiles demurely and looks down at our entwined fingers. “I wouldn’t want sex off the table.”
“Even better,” I say, making her laugh. To my surprise, she moves on top of my lap and rests her hands on my chest. I run my palms over her thighs as I stare up at her.
“You think this could be something?”
“I know it can be something,” I say. “Don’t you feel it, Wylie? Doesn’t it feel right to you?”
“Almost too right,” she says.
“No such thing.” I slide my hands under her skirt and bunch it around her waist.
She smirks. “You think we could pull this off?”
“Easy, babe. You work on your art during the day, dabble in some social media before my games, and when I get home, I’ll make you scream my name until you no longer have a voice. Seems like a good deal to me, and hey, if you happen to make me a bologna sandwich here or there, that works too.”
She chuckles and plays with the short strands of my chest hair.
“I love bologna sandwiches,” she whispers.
“So do I,” I whisper back. “That’s how I know we’re meant to be together.”
“Seems too good to be true.” I don’t want her to doubt us.
“Having you sitting on me right now seems too good to be true,” I say as I grab the knot she made in my shirt.
She pauses me. “Are you serious about this?”
“Never been more serious about anything,” I say. “I want you, Wylie. All of you. I want to spoil you and show you that I’m the man you deserve. Let me do that. Give me a chance.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and without saying anything, she undoes the knot of my shirt and flaps it open, revealing her perfect breasts. Groaning, I lay her down on the couch and move between her legs before pressing kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone, and across her chest. I pause for a moment, waiting for her to adjust her body to fit me better, and when she does, I kiss my way across her breasts, down her stomach, and right to her inner thighs, where I push up her skirt and marvel at her perfectly bare pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” I say before I kiss her inner thighs and above her pussy. She squirms beneath me, looking for me to find her center, but I don’t. Instead, I kiss down her leg to her knee and then back up, only to move to the other leg.
“Levi,” she says on a groan. “Please don’t tease me.”
“Says the girl who dry-humped me a few nights ago.”
She chuckles. “I can’t believe you didn’t budge.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t come in my pants.”
She laughs some more, and I continue to rain kisses over her legs until she lifts her pelvis, seeking my tongue. Feeling like she’s had enough, I spread her with two fingers before bringing my tongue right to her glistening clit.
“Yes,” she moans loudly as her hand falls to my head, keeping me in place. I love that. I love when a woman shows me what she wants and how she wants it. It’s sexy.
I flatten my tongue against her clit and make long, languid strokes, sliding against her pussy so when I narrow my stroke, she cries out.
My other hand slides between her legs and inside her, angling to finger her G-spot. The moment I connect with it, she clenches around me on a gasp.
Perfect.
I lightly stroke it, causing her body to stiffen and her legs to fall open even wider.
“Oh fuck, Levi, what . . . where . . . oh my God.”
I smile to myself and take that moment to make short strokes over her clit, flicking it and humming, mimicking the sensation she’d get from a vibrator, and it seems to be working as her chest heaves.
I pull away for a moment. “Play with your tits, Wylie. I want you coming in less than thirty seconds. Got it?”
She nods and plucks at her nipples. Immediately, her teeth pull on her bottom lip, so I pause to watch her, feeling my cock ache against the zipper of my jeans, wanting to play as well.
“Keep playing, Wylie,” I say as she pinches her nipples now, making her wetter around my fingers. I decide to take that moment and match her pinching with short strokes against her G-spot. It proves to work as her eyes fly open, and she gasps. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, it’s so hot watching you. And watching you with Samantha, Jesus, fuck. I loved seeing you enjoy her.” Her eyes fly shut as she continues to play with herself, her hips now rotating against my hand. “But that won’t happen again because I don’t share.” I bring my mouth back down to her pussy, and I kiss her there, lingering and never giving her what she wants for release.
“Please,” she pants. “Please, Levi.”
“Please, you want to touch her again? Or please, you want me to touch you?”
“You,” she says on a pained groan. “Oh fuck, please, please let me come.”
Smiling, I spread her again, and this time, I suck her clit between my lips as I stroke her G-spot quickly.
It’s all she needs.
She screams out my name, coming fast and hard, convulsing wildly beneath me. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I lightly kiss her legs again, her pussy, and up her stomach as she comes back down to earth. When she opens her eyes and looks at me, I stand and undo my pants, pushing them all the way off, along with my briefs. I grip my hard cock and straddle her body on the couch. She must know exactly what I want because she presses her breasts together, and I slip my dick in her cleavage.
“Fuck, yes,” I say as I pulse against her, my balls dragging along her stomach as I do so, creating a new sensation that feels fucking amazing.
Her eyes meet mine, and as I thrust against her breasts, while she gives me a good squeeze, I keep thinking how goddamn lucky I am. And why the hell did I play around for so long? This is what I should have been doing from day one. I’m a fucking idiot.
I brace my hand against the couch to give myself better leverage and start moving faster, my body already there, my arousal primed and ready to go as her soft breasts squeeze my cock hard.
“Jesus,” I mutter as I move faster. “Fuck, feels amazing.”
“Not as amazing as my mouth,” she says before licking her lips, which makes me pause.
Her tits or her mouth.
Christ, I don’t even know.
But she decides for me as she brings my cock to her mouth, where she sucks in the tip and swirls her tongue around it.
Oh fuck yes, her mouth . . . always her goddamn mouth.
She grips the root of my cock and squeezes hard, pumping as she sucks. The only thing better would be if . . .
Her hand presses the spot right behind my balls, causing my eyes to widen in pleasure as a pulse of arousal screams through me.
“Fuck, Wylie.” I tighten my grip on the couch.
She smiles, her mouth full of my dick, then she takes me in farther, gagging slightly before pulling out.
“Not going to last,” I say as I thrust my hips. She opens her mouth and lets me hit her in the back of the throat. I pull out as she sucks at the same time.
The space around us starts to go black as my balls tighten with my impending orgasm.
“Going to come,” I say as I pull all the way out of her mouth. She presses her tits together, I pump my cock until it swells, and I come all over her gorgeous breasts. “Fuck . . . me,” I breathe heavily as I slowly move my hand over my length, getting out every last drop.
After a few seconds, she says, “You’ve come on my ass and my tits. Now, you just need to come inside me, and you’ll own every inch of my body.”
My face heats as I stare down at her. “Give me a few minutes.”
She chuckles and lifts up, my cum all over her beautiful body. With her hand on my chest, she leans in and presses the lightest of kisses to my lips. “I’m going to shower . . . alone.”
“Alone?” I ask, feeling sad.
“Yes, alone. But I’ll come back.”
“Yeah?” I ask, feeling in a daze.
“Well, I’m supposed to sleep in your bed, right?”
“Damn right,” I say.
“Let me gather myself and my things, and I’ll be over in a little while.”
“Do you need help cleaning?” I hopefully ask.
She smirks. “No.”
When she takes off toward the kitchen, I call out to her before she’s fully gone. “Wylie?”
“Yes?” she asks, pausing and turning toward me.
“You’re mine.”
She smirks again. “I know, Levi.” And with that, she takes off down the hallway toward the nanny hole.
I collapse on the couch and grip my forehead.
Holy fucking shit.