Page 69 of Stroke of Fate

“Is the wetness glistening on this pretty pussy for me?” He asks, his gaze never wavering from my obvious arousal.

I don’t answer immediately, too embarrassed and turned on to form a sentence.

“Answer the question, Bear.” He murmurs, trailing a finger down my slit.

Somehow, it feels even more torturous than him not touching me.

“Y-yes.” I stammer, bucking my hips forward, but Levi drops his hand and chuckles.

Then, his fingers spread me open, and hefinallyputs his mouth on me. I grip his hair tighter, needing to anchor myself to something as his tongue licks and sucks.

My moans tangle with his groans, and I wonder if this is as pleasurable for him as it is for me.

When his name falls from my lips, it spurs him on even more. Throwing my head back against the metal locker, I rub myself against his face.

“There’s a good girl.” He hums, nipping at my inner thigh. “Take what you need from me.”

So, I do exactly that. I bring his face back to my entrance, and when his tongue pierces my center, my core contracts. The things he’s doing with his tongue are without hesitation or gentleness.

“Levi,” I whimper breathlessly.

His hand slides up my torso toward my breasts, rolling a nipple between his fingers as he sucks my clit.

The sensation of him everywhere is too much. My orgasm builds until it’s crashing over me, and his name spills from my lips with a cry. I don’t bother being quiet, seeing as it’s only the two of us here.

Or at least, I thought it was just us.

When my breathing slows down and my senses return, I hear the distinct sound of a door slamming shut. Having heard it, too, Levi jumps up, grabs a towel off the floor, and wraps it around his waist.

“I’ll be right back,” he calls over his shoulder before marching out of the locker room.

I stay where I am, too drained from an intense orgasm to move or care. My gaze drifts lazily around the locker room until my eyes land on the digital clock.

“Shit!” I push away from the cool metal at my back and grab my bikini bottoms off the floor.

My legs still feel like jelly, but I force myself to pull it together. Nearly thirty minutes have passed since we left the pool, and now I only have twenty minutes before my shift starts.

In record time, I throw on my uniform, run a hairbrush through my wet hair, and pull it into a slicked-back bun. Then, I douse myself in perfume, hoping it overpowers the chlorine.

I’m swiping on a coat of mascara when Levi walks back in. Catching his reflection in the mirror, I try not to get distracted by how good he looks with only a towel around his waist.

His lips are still glistening with my arousal, and I avert my gaze when his tongue snakes out and licks it up. I can’t afford to get distracted again. I'll be late if I don’t leave in the next few minutes.

“Did you see anyone?” I ask, keeping my voice level and eyes on the mirror.

“No, but I don’t think anyone saw anything. Can’t be sure they didn’t hear anything, though.” He smirks, and my cheeks flush.

“Heading out?” he asks when I start stuffing things in my bag.

Straightening, I face him. “Yeah, sorry. I’m not running out on you, I promise. I have ten minutes to make it to work, and it’s an eight-minute drive.”

He nods but says nothing as I shrug my duffel bag over my shoulder. Even though I’m not, it feelslike I’m running out on him, but I stop myself from apologizing again.

Instead, I kiss him. It’s soft and quick, nothing like our earlier kiss, but it feels more powerful than words right now.

Levi rests his forehead against mine. “Don’t disappear on me, Bear Miller.”

“I won’t, I promise.” And I mean it.

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