I nod. “Yup. Wanted to teach you a lesson and my father one as well. Then there was one night, after I walked in on you and Patty Ford . . .”
“A great but torturous night,” he says while running his hand over my ass. “I got to see you come for the first time, and it was so fucking perfect, but I didn’t get to be the one who did it.”
“Yeah, that was quite the night.” I smile softly, remembering it. “Well, after that, my dad called me, and we got in a fight. That made me change my perspective. I decided to stop messing around with you and instead focus on the job and my art. But then something in you switched.”
He slowly nods. “Yeah, uh, I was actually chatting with some of the girls and asking for their advice. They suggested that you knew about the deal I had with your dad, so I turned the tables on you.”
“They seem smart. Who are they?”
“Ollie, Penny, Blakely, and Winnie. So Silas’s, Eli’s, Halsey’s, and Pacey’s girls. I went to them because, frankly, my teammates are idiots when it comes to relationships. I figured they were the better option. I’ll admit, we had some ups and downs, but they were helpful. I haven’t told them about this yet. They’ll freak out.”
“Really?” I ask. “Tell them.”
“Right now?” he asks.
“Yes, I want to see their reactions.”
“Okay.” He reaches for his phone, and I lie back down on his chest, moving my hand to the bottom of his stomach near the waistband of his briefs.
I watch him pull up a text thread, and he starts typing.
Levi:ALERT. ALERT! Update.
He presses send and then leaves it at that.
“That’s how you’re going to open a text message?” I ask.
“They like the dramatics,” he says just as his phone starts buzzing. Together, we read the texts.
Blakely:Oh God, what now?
Penny:I don’t think I can handle any more alerts from you.
Ollie:Did you choke her, and it didn’t go over well?
I snort at that one.
Winnie:Please tell me you didn’t slip and accidentally penetrate her. Was she a willing participant?
“Oh my God,” I say on a laugh. “Are they always like this?”
“Always,” he says as he texts back.
Levi:I took her to a club, watched her feel up another woman, and then she told me not to fuck the woman she was feeling up, and then bam, my dick was inside her.
“Jesus, Levi,” I say.
“What? It’s a good summary,” he says.
“It’s confusing.”
“How so?”
His phone buzzes.
Penny:Wait, what kind of club?
Ollie:That’s what you’re asking? What kind of club? I want to know where his dick went. Did you put it in the girl who was felt up, or the girl you’ve cried over at night?
I let out a roar of a laugh as Levi’s chest rumbles with mirth as well.
Winnie:Please don’t let it be the felt-up girl. This will be a huge setback.
Blakely:I will be so sick if it’s the felt-up girl.
“Told you it would be confusing,” I say.
“It’s all part of keeping them begging for more information,” he says in a maniacal way as he texts them back.
Levi:**Drum Roll** My dick was inside Wylie. I made her scream my name, then I came all over her ass.
“Oh my God, Levi.” I swat at his chest playfully. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“They’ll love it. Just watch.”
Ollie:Um, can I get exact positioning? And were you in public?
Blakely:Hold on, you came on her ass?
Winnie:Was it a lot of cum?
Penny:Uh, hello, I think we’re forgetting one major thing—he fucked Wylie.
Ollie:That’s right, what does this mean?
Blakely:Was she happy about the fucking?
Winnie:Did you make her cross it off a to-do list? Fuck boss, check!
Levi glances down at me. “Did you enjoy the fucking, babe?”
I slide my hand under his briefs and drag my fingers over his length. “Loved it.”
He grumbles under his breath and grows hard in my hand.
Levi:She loved the fucking, so much that she’s right next to me, holding my dick.
“Things you don’t have to say to them,” I say.
“They need all the details.”
“If that’s the case, tell them I like playing with your balls. Actually love it.”
“See, I told them I had amazing balls, and they made fun of me.”
His phone buzzes.
Penny:What? You’re texting us while she’s holding your dick? What is wrong with you?
Blakely:Like legit, right now, she’s gripping your cock?
Winnie:Why would you be texting us while she’s doing that? Focus on what she’s doing. Jesus, Levi.
Ollie:You know, I kind of like the idea of him texting us while she fondles him. Can you describe it to us?
Penny:Jesus, Ollie, go find Silas!
“Ollie’s the horny one,” Levi says.
“I can see that. I think I might like her the most.” I drag my nails over the underside of his length, and he groans before texting them back.
Levi:She just started playing with my penis. I texted you first, then she stuck her hand down my briefs. She’s really good at giving head, and her pussy is fucking incredible. I fucked her tits earlier, and she sucked me off. You should hear her come, it’s the best sound ever. And she loves my balls. LOVES THEM. I have yet to come inside her, but hopefully, with her hand down my briefs now, that will lead to more. Fingers crossed.
“You think I have an incredible pussy?” I ask as he spreads his legs, and I move my hand to his balls.
He sighs heavily. “The best, Wylie.”
“Thank you,” I say as his phone buzzes.
Penny:I don’t know how to respond to this.
Ollie:I do. Take a video!
Winnie:My God, Ollie!
Blakely:And I’m deleting this thread now. Bye.
Chuckling, he sets his phone down as I tug his briefs off and pull down the sheets as well. I lift on my knees and remove my top and shorts, watching his gaze eagerly fall to my breasts. I take a moment to cup them and pinch my nipples, giving him a bit of a show before I move between his legs, spreading them and lowering myself so my mouth is right against his balls. I stick my tongue out and run it along the seam, which causes him to bend his legs and plant his feet on the mattress.
“Fuck, Wylie,” he groans as I continue to play gently with his balls, not touching him anywhere else. I want to see if I can bring him to a climax without doing anything else, so I part my lips and bring them into my mouth, sucking on them one at a time, fascinated with how his cock bobs above, growing harder and harder as I continue to pull him against my tongue.
Wanting a little bit more, I lift and open his nightstand drawer. I move things around until I find a flat square. Curious, I pull it out and switch it on. It vibrates in my hand. I know what this is for.
Smiling, I bring it down between his legs, lift his sack, then rest it on the vibrator.
His hands immediately grip the sheets beneath him as his stomach rises and falls, his heavy breath leading the rhythm. I pull back and watch him, taking in the pulsing of his cock and the tension in his muscular body. His thick thighs bunching, the sinew in his forearms firing off. Everything about him is erotic. Everything about him is what I want in a man. Especially the fact that he lets me explore. That he’s so open with his sexuality that he doesn’t care what I do.