Page 118 of West Bound
“Oh. Levi…” I whimper. “Please.”
“See? It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I cry out softly when he slips it inside again. He pulls the tucked towel free at my chest, and it falls, pooling at my feet. His hand goes to my breast, cupping it and thumbing over my nipple as I lean into his touch.
“I’ll never get over how gorgeous you are.” He leans down, sucking my nipple into his mouth, his tongue playing over the tip.
“Oh god.” I run my fingers through his hair and down his neck, letting my nails sink into his traps. He works me up, switching from one breast to the other and alternating the pace of penetration until I’m rocking my hips, desperate for more friction.
He pulls back, my nipple glistening as he kisses a path up my chest to my neck and then takes my hand, threading his fingers through mine. He brings me to my desk, clearing a space on it and turning my chair backward before he pats the seat.
“Kneel on this and bend over the desk. Elbows here. Palms here.” He points to where he wants me as I climb onto the low-back chair. I follow his lead, letting him put me into position until I’m prone and fully on display for him. He gives my ass a soft squeeze.
“What are we doing?” I breathe as I look back at him. It’s rhetorical. I know exactly what we’re doing.
We’re breaking every vow I’ve ever taken. Crossing every line I’ve sworn I would never touch. Giving away every chance I have at redemption.
“This is wrong,” I whisper. But he won’t let me think of it like that.
“Don’t they always tell you your body is a temple?” He answers me with a soft kiss to my core, his tongue teasing me with the promise of more before he pulls away. “I’m just worshiping at the altar, like any good penitent would.”
“You don’t seem sorry,” I argue as I hear the sound of his zipper dragging down, and his hand passing over his cock. He presses the head against my entrance, hesitating for a long moment like he's enjoying the bit of torture he's putting us through before he sinks inside. He groans, barely even trying to mute himself.
“You’re right. I’m not.” He drags the ridges of the aspergillum up my center, teasing my ass as he fucks me slowly. “Not when I’ve got you like this. How could I ever be sorry for this?”
“So wrong,” I mutter as I rock my hips, grinding my clit over the rounded edge of the desk chair, desperate for more.
“But it feels good, doesn’t it?” His hand follows the curve of my ass, and then I see him pick something up from the table. I hear the pop of a bottle topper, and a moment later, I feel a cool liquid dripping between my cheeks.
“What’s that?” I ask, glancing back over my shoulder to see him eyeing the label as he straightens his glasses.
“Anointing oil.” A wicked grin spreads over his face as he sets the bottle back down. “Perfect.”
“Levi,” I whisper his name in nervous anticipation as his thumb circles me.
“You trust me?”
“You know I do.”
“You remember how you keep yourself safe from the wolf, little red?” Amusement seeps through his tone.
“Confess,” I repeat the safe word I picked for us.
“That’s my girl. Now relax for me.” He dribbles a few more drops over me before the tip of his thumb slips in.
I curse. The intrusion feels new and tight. I tell myself to focus on his cock. How good it feels. How full I am. If I can take him there, I can take him here.
“Breathe.” His voice is calm and soothing as he massages me, sliding his middle finger in and working it slowly in and out. He takes his time, slow thrusts of his dick in and out of me to keep me grounded while he helps me ease into the rest. “You’re so fucking tight. I need time we don’t have. You think you could take a little more?”
“Yes.” I want to be brave for him, so I nod my agreement, trying to catch my breath as I slip my fingers between my legs. I need more than I can get in this position, and I want the distraction of pleasure as he tests my limits. I circle my clit as his cock stills inside me, his finger slipping free, and I mourn the loss of the fullness I’d felt with a muted curse.
I hear the pop of the little topper again and feel the oil drip down over me. I glance back and watch him slick the narrow end of the aspergillum up to the flared base of the guard that keeps it from slipping into the pail. It’s much smaller than he is, but still more than I’ve ever taken.
“Levi. That’s—” I swallow hard.
“Wrong?” A dark chuckle rumbles free from his chest. “It won’t feel wrong. Not when we’re working you so full you can’t think straight.”
“I trust you.” I remind myself. He’d never ask me to do anything he didn’t think I was more than capable of.
