Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“You okay?” Levi smiles again, and I get the impression he’s mocking me on the inside.
“Wrong pipe,” I croak.
“Fuck, you’re cute.”
Okay, the mixed signals are giving me whiplash. “I am?”
“You know, in a jock kind of way.”
“Oh, then in that case, you’re cute too. In a white-privileged, will own the world one day kind of way.”
“Then I really could be King Vanderbilt.” Levi steps forward. “Wanna see if this toad can turn into a prince?”
Is that his way of asking me to kiss him? “I thought you wanted to be king.”
“Have to work my way up. You want to help me get there?”
Okay, I have to ask. “A-are you asking to kiss me?”
Levi laughs. “Yes. That’s me asking to kiss you. I mean, your dads are—”
“They’re my dads. It doesn’t mean we’re all queer.”
Levi’s gray eyes darken like storm clouds rolling in, and there’s an edge to his tone when he says, “Are you? Uh, that?”
“Queer? Yesterday, I would have said no, but I really, really want to kiss you.”
“Then it’s settled.” He takes the last drag of the weed and then puts the remaining bit in a glass on his desk. There’s only a little water left, but it makes a distinct hissing sound as the joint dies out.
“What’s settled?”
Instead of answering me, Levi wraps his arms around my back and pulls me against him. It’s with such force I might have to rethink the scrawny comment. I’m not a small guy, but I grunt as our bodies slam together.
Our mouths meet, and his lips are surprisingly soft. He tastes like weed, but apparently, I like that. A lot. My body responds in a way I’m not really expecting. The flutter in my gut was one thing. The embarrassing hard-on is a whole other ball game.
Levi pushes his tongue inside my mouth, and I welcome it.
I’m out of my element, I have no idea what I’m doing, but he has it under control.
He can probably feel my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest, not to mention the hard dick between us.
I’ve made out with girls before. Hooked up. Even had sex with a couple of them. But this …
It’s different.
Good different? Bad different? I don’t know yet.
It’s more intense.
I let Levi grip my hips and move me toward his bed. When the back of my knees hit the side, we both fall, Levi landing on top of me. I want to try to inch up the bed so my legs aren’t hanging off the edge, but the voice inside my head tells me if I interrupt this, he’s going to stop.
And I really don’t want him to stop.
Levi breaks us apart and rests one elbow next to my head. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, and I wait impatiently for a question to fall from his mouth, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he hesitantly reaches for the fly on my jeans, the silent question coming out in actions instead of words.
I nod, and he slowly fumbles the zipper down.
“H-h-have you ever done this before?” I stutter.
He shakes his head.
“Let me help.” I undo my fly, and then he does his own.
I’m not sure what the protocol is here, and it’s obvious neither is he. We’re both breathing heavily, staring at each other, and the only thing I have in my head is “Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his dick.” Only, the more I think it, the more I want to glance down at it.
So instead, I cup Levi’s head and lean up to touch my lips to his again. He kisses me back, pressing our bodies together, and with our flies open and only the material of our boxers between us, I can feel every inch of his dick against mine.
My hips lift off the bed reflexively, and when Levi groans into my mouth, I get the impression that was a reflex too.
The hesitance strips away on both our parts. I writhe beneath him, loving the sensation on my cock, only heightened by Levi starting to move on top of me, meeting each grind of my hips.
He has me pinned underneath him, and I have the need to run my fingers through his shaggy hair and grip tight just so I can hold on.
Levi moves on top of me, getting frantic now, and while we continue to kiss, our lips have a hard time staying together. He must give up on trying at all because next thing I know, his mouth latches onto my neck, and he sucks hard.
I claw at his back and moan. Without warning, warmth fills my underwear, and I’m hit with an intense wave that steals my breath.
Levi thrusts two more times and stills above me, lifting his head and exposing his long neck. I release his hair and trail my fingers down over his throat.