Page 78 of What Are The Odds?
“So foamy,” he said, grinning. “And so long.” He pulled his hand back. “And shedding apparently.”
“Yeah, you’re going to have to get used to hair in your drain.”
He rinsed his hands under the water before washing the shampoo out. After squeezing the conditioner into his palm, he massaged it through my hair. I groaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my eyelids fluttered closed. His head massages were just as good as his finger and tongue massages. A new aroma filled the bathroom when Levi squeezed bodywash onto a cloth. This smell was more masculine. It was Levi. He slid the bunched-up cloth across my naked chest, cleaning every part of me. My collarbone. My breasts. My stomach. He knew exactly what he was doing. I pressed onto my toes, encouraging him to dip the cloth lower. He did. As he stepped closer, I felt his erection on my back. A newfound energy had renewed us both. He edged us forward until I was forced to press my palms against the cool tiles. Between his masculine scent, the steam from the hot water, and his firmness behind me, I was close to passing out. He nudged a thigh between my legs, spreading them. I’d thought last night was hot. But this was something else. He circled my sensitive spot with his dick, dragging it back and forth. He needn’t worry about getting me ready. I was already there.
“Levi,” I croaked.
“Yeah?”
“Stop toying with me.”
“Yes ma’am.”
He thrust into me, causing me to gasp. There was nothing gentle about this. He pounded into me, pulling all the way back before slamming forward time and time again. Each time he pulled back I groaned, only to melt when the fullness returned. Hopefully the water and exhaust fan were drowning out the noise, because I couldn’t help it. I was moaning and screaming and calling out his name. One of his hands travelled up to play with my breasts, while the other splayed across my lower stomach, holding me steady. I reached my own fingers forward, dancing them over Levi’s hand before bringing them between my legs to touch myself.
“Fucking hell,” he grunted.
He dropped the hand that hand been fondling my chest. My breasts pushed against the cool tiles as he placed his finger under my chin, turning it to him. The kiss he followed with was so demanding, his tongue pumping into my mouth in tune with his hips. I was so close. I moved my hand faster as he increased his pace. I could feel him teetering towards the edge. His movements were becoming sloppy and desperate.
“Levi,” I panted.
“Right behind you, Hughesy.”
I sagged against him, my legs practically giving way beneath me as I came. Levi supported my bodyweight, holding me firmly in place. After a few more pumps he reached the end with me, grunting through his orgasm. His kisses became soft once more, and my eyes fluttered close as I rode back down to earth. Though they snapped back open when he pulled out. I whipped around, facing him. His eyes were wide too. He hadn’t put a condom on.
“Fuck. I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
“It’s fine,” I said in reassurance. “I’m on contraception.”
While I loved having sex with Levi, I didn’t love the possibility of a mini-Levi. Based on his look of relief, he didn’t either.
“I’m clean,” he said with certainty. “I promise. I’ve never gone bare with another girl before.”
I believed him.
“I have the Mirena,” I told him. “So, if you don’t want to use condoms, we don’t have to.”
His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. I guess he liked the idea.
41. Fan-fucking-tastic
Levi.
The guys were in the kitchen, two out of three of them looking like they were close to death. I on the other hand was grinning from ear to ear. Will froze with a pot in his hand.
“Looks like someone got laid last night,” he quipped.
And again this morning. Not to mention blown too. Not that I was about to brag about mine and Grace’s sex life to the guys, no matter how much I wanted to. Grace wasn’t a hook up, so as far as I was concerned, what happened behind closed doors stayed between us.
“Any drama last night?” I asked.
“All tame,” Will answered.
At least the antagoniser had left with me. He looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole.
“How’s the head?” I asked Ryan.
He grunted. “As full as my DMs. Cheers for that.”
