Freefall (Santa Cruz Skydivers Book 1) (15 page)

He drew in a breath sharply through his teeth, his eyes fixed on my chest. “Your breasts are as perfect as I remembered.”

He took charge, rolled me into a prone position, and moved himself over me, being careful not to touch me with his excited extremities. Not yet anyway.

I shut my eyes. I couldn’t look at him, I was too embarrassed. My almost naked body was on full display.

“Andi, open your eyes,” he commanded softly.

I did so and looked directly at him.

“You are perfect,” he whispered, and lowered his mouth onto mine.

He kissed me slowly at first, giving me plenty of opportunity to reject his advancements. Instead of pushing him away, I reached my arms around him and kneaded his shoulders with my fingertips. I’d never been kissed like this before. My body took over, pushing my insecurities to the side. It was like it had a mind of its own. My mouth responded to his kisses and my body pushed my hips up against him, pressing him hard against me. He moaned with pleasure and kissed me deeper, our mouths moving faster, our bodies rocking in unison. I hooked one of my legs around his hip, positioned him between my legs, and pulled him in closer to me. And finally, after fantasizing about it since Friday night, I caught his full bottom lip in my teeth and sucked. He moaned loudly again and pulled away from me, both of us breathing heavily. We looked at each other, our eyelids both heavy with lust.

Slowly, he began to lower himself down my body. Moving his mouth down my jaw line, he kissed his way down my neck and across my collarbone. I moaned with pleasure and arched my back as he reached down with one hand and cupped my breast. He rubbed his thumb back and forth across my erect nipple and then flicked his tongue teasingly on my hardened flesh. Opening his mouth wider, he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked, teasing it, alternating from using his teeth to pull and his tongue to flick. My body was alight. This was a whole new territory for me.

Just when I thought I would self-combust, he moved from one breast to the other. I could feel pressure building deep within me.

“Levi,” I moaned. “Stop, I can’t take anymore.” My fingers dug into his back in ecstasy.

“Do you really want me to stop?” he asked me in between sucking and licking.

“No,” I said, breathing heavily. “But something’s happening.” An empty longing between my legs was calling out for the void to be filled.

Instantly, he moved his mouth back on mine and started kissing me again. He moved his hand down from my breast and began rubbing my clit through the flimsy fabric of my lace panties. He rubbed harder and I pushed my pelvis into his hand, moving my hips in rhythm with him. My breathing spiked as I neared climax. I was burning. Unable to focus anymore, I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his mouth away from me, burying my face in his neck. My legs began to twitch. I couldn’t control it. Just as I was on the edge of climaxing, he pushed my panties to the side and slid one of his fingers into me while continuing to rub me with his thumb. It was just enough to push me over the edge. I came hard and bit down on my lip, holding back a scream that was sure to embarrass me. He held me tightly to his chest while my orgasm rolled through me, my fingers digging into his back, holding onto him as wave after wave rocked my body.

After the final spasm rolled through me, I released him and fell back on the pillow, exhausted and breathless. I threw my arm over my eyes, unable to look at him.

“Andi,” he whispered, and kissed me gently under my jaw line.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, almost in tears, my insecurity ruining the moment.

“What are you sorry for?” He pulled my arm away from my face.

I kept my eyes firmly shut, thoroughly embarrassed, unable to look at him.

“For that. My reaction, my inexperience. Everything.”

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I opened one eye slowly, keeping the other shut, before realizing how stupid I must look. Lying on the bed, topless and exposed. My humility saver, the sheet, was now in a bunched up mess at the bottom of the bed. Levi’s naked, extraordinary, tattooed body was on full display, his large penis still aroused. Heat flared in my body again. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t worldly enough for him. I was a twenty-one-year neurotic basket cast that was only one sexual experience away from her virginity. Tearing my eyes away from his body, I reached down swiftly, grabbed the sheet, and covered myself again.

He looked at me, bewildered. “I don’t understand. You’re sorry for coming?”

My face started to burn with humiliation and my sight began to blur. I blinked my eyes quickly, trying to stem the flow of hot tears.

“I guess so. It’s just that I’m so inexperienced when it comes to sex. Plus, I’ve never had an orgasm before. My first time having sex wasn’t exactly earth-shattering.”

“Really? You’ve never orgasmed? Not even from yourself?” he asked, clearly stunned.

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t masturbated. It’s just that, it never felt like that.”

“Oh… So, how did it compare?” A lazy smile spread across his face. He obviously knew the answer, but wanted me to squirm some more.

My face burned. “I think you know the answer to that one.”

“Yes, but I want to hear you say it.”

I exhaled loudly, annoyed slightly that he wouldn’t let it drop. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Yep. So? What’s the answer?”

“Amazing, okay? It was fucking amazing. Happy now?”

“Yes. I’m really happy. Really, really happy.”

“So, what’s this make us now? Fuck buddies?” I asked with a touch of sarcasm.

He let out a laugh, obviously enjoying my reactions, and once again kissed me until my brain stopped working.

After he finished kissing me, he turned serious. His voice was low and sexy. “Well, we didn’t exactly fuck, so we can’t be that, can we? I’d like us to be, but only if you’re ready.”

He didn’t wait for my reply and started biting lightly on my neck, running his hand across the sheet, down and up my body. I moaned softly, wanting him with every part of my quivering body. But I couldn’t. Not yet. I put my hands on his expansive chest and pushed him away.

“I...I’m not sure. This is so overwhelming. I just need a little time. If that’s okay?” I bit my lower lip.

He smiled. “That’s more than okay. So...no to fuck buddies. Well, not yet anyway. I think for now, the term friends with benefits would suit us better. What do you think?”

I smiled at him, happy that he was still joking with me after I rejected him.

“Friends with benefits. So am I like Mila Kunis and you’re Justin Timberlake?” I asked, trying to keep the mood light.

“What?” he asked.

“You know. The movie
Friends with Benefits
. Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake were in it.” Heat rushed to my face. “Don’t worry about it, that joke would have been so much funnier if I didn’t have to explain it.”

“Oh, I get it now. I was never one for romcom. And, personally, I think you’re way hotter than Mila Kunis.”

I laughed. “As if! She’s stunning.”

He looked at me, green eyes twinkling. “And?”

“And what?”

“Well, now you’re supposed to say you think I’m way hotter than Justin Timberlake.”

“I thought that was obvious,” I stated.

He smiled at me and cupped my face in his hand. “You’re gorgeous, you know that, don’t you?”

“Not even close,” I murmured.

He leaned into me and kissed me ever so softly. “So, friends with benefits?” He feather-kissed down my neck and along my exposed collarbone.

“That sounds all good and fine, but the benefits part implies you got something out of it too. Clearly, I’m the friend getting all the benefits.”

He looked at me again, his twinkle back. “Oh I did get something out of it,” he said, and tapped his finger on my nose. “I just gave you your first orgasm. You have no idea how great I feel about that.”

He lifted his arms above his head, gave his body a massive stretch, and let out a giant yawn, muscles and bones popping and cracking. His body had zero fat, every muscle well defined. I must have been really drunk in the early of hours of this morning to not recall his amazing six-pack. He clearly was very confident and comfortable with his body, able to lie there naked without being self-conscious, unlike me, who was waiting for the opportunity to dash into his living room and retrieve my clothes from last night.

I fought hard to resist the urge to reach out and run my hand along his tattooed arm and chest. His sleeve was a mixture of three intricately-designed large red roses, woven into grey and black shaded foliage that started just at the nape of his neck and stopped at his wrist. But the one tattoo that stood out from all the rest was a beautiful grey-shaded portrait of a Spanish woman, her thick hair styled up, tattooed across his left pec. The only color in the portrait was a red rose behind her ear.

“Wonder what the time is,” he mused out loud, looking at me now that he had finished stretching. “What are your plans for today?”

The casual turn in conversation stunned me. He must be serious about being friends.

“Um, no plans. Probably just laundry and sitting around at home. Pretty boring, huh?”

“We all have to do those boring things. Why don’t you spend the day with me? No laundry, though, I promise. We could go for a ride on my Harley and grab a late lunch.”

“Sure, I’d like that, sounds like fun. But I need to get home and have a shower and get a change of clothes first.”

“I’ll take you home. Let me have a quick shower and then we can go.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Be right back.” He gave me another unexpected kiss that sent shockwaves through me.

I watched him as he stood up from the bed and walked to his master bathroom hidden behind a mirrored sliding door in his room. That ass got me every time. But it was the red welts on his back drew my attention. I looked harder. They weren’t welts—they were large, red scratches on the back of his shoulders. I was slightly horrified. I’d marked him, like a cat marking her territory. He hadn’t complained, though. I made a note to apologize to him later and fell back on the soft pillows, snuggled under the sheets, tingling all over. Satisfied and content.

He turned before entering the bathroom and smiled wickedly at me. “If you think that little session was awesome, just wait until next time.”

He winked at me, and then disappeared into the bathroom.

Chapter Fifteen

Andi

I lay in his bed, listening obsessively to everything he did, kicking myself at my cowardice. At this moment, I could be with him, but here I was…alone. Something was wrong with me. I wanted it, I wanted him, but was too afraid to reach out. Years of rejection had taken their toll.

Behind the closed bathroom door, the toilet flushed and the faucet turned on as I heard him go about a normal waking routine.  Next, I was waiting for the sound of the shower. Instead, he reappeared in the bathroom doorway, still naked and still glorious.

“Andi, I’ve had a better idea. Why don’t you shower now instead of later…with me?” He reached his hand out to me. “You know, Santa Cruz is in the middle of water restrictions. So, really, you could just think of it as doing your part for the environment.”

His hard cock stood strong, waiting for me.

“I didn’t realize you were so serious about the environment.” I swallowed hard, still unsure.

“I’m always serious when it comes to things I’m passionate about,” he said.

“Is this the next time?” I asked, dropping the charade.

“Only if you want it to be.” His hand still reached out for me. “If you don’t, that’s more than fine, too.”

And before I talked myself out of it, I stood and walked over to him, not wanting to regret this moment, forever wondering what would have happened if I’d said no. I looked him straight in the eye and walked tall, sucking my tummy in, trying not to be self-conscious with every lump and bump on display.

His eyes devoured my almost naked body. A thrill ran through me at the fact that this guy, so hot and perfect, wanted to be with me—boring, overweight, wallflower Andi. I took his waiting hand and let him lead me silently into the bathroom. It was opulent, just like his apartment, from what little memory I had of his apartment last night anyway. Five-star luxury, fit for a billionaire, or the billionaire’s son. A massive black marble bathroom bench ran the length of the room, backed by a mirrored wall, with down lights running along the length of the ceiling. A huge bathtub was in the center of the room, double shower in the back corner, and the toilet behind the door. The whole bathroom was bigger than my bedroom and bathroom combined.

We didn’t even make it a foot in the room before he turned to me, wrapped his hands in my hair, and pulled me to him, kissing me hard and rough. I kissed him back, equally as hard. Our mouths moved in unison, hungry for each other, tongues flicking as we explored. He picked me up and sat me on the bench, never once breaking contact with my mouth. Pushing my knees open with his hips, he moved in between my legs so we were now skin on skin. We broke apart, gasping for air.

“I want to fuck you.” His voice was deep with desire. “I need to fuck you. I want to be inside you, now.”

“Yes,” was all I could reply before he started kissing me again and scooped me off the bench with his strong arms, supporting me with his hands on my ass.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him for greater support. He broke our kiss and began biting my neck. I moaned, grabbed a fist full of his hair in my hand, and pressed myself into him.

“Levi, do it now.” I was about to self-combust.

“You need to get this thong off,” he murmured into my neck as he made his way back up to my mouth and licked around the inside of my lips with his tongue.

“Take it off for me,” I commanded, channeling my inner dominatrix. I didn’t want to let him go, but the fact of the matter was, I still had the lace thong on and nothing was happening while I was still wearing it.

Untangling myself from him, I put my feet on the ground and he dropped to his knees, pulling my panties down for me. He moaned longingly and I silently applauded myself for letting Lili talk me into waxing everything off yesterday as part of my beauty makeover. Holding onto the bathroom bench for support, I lifted my leg and stepped carefully out of my thong. While my leg was off the ground, he grabbed a hold of my calf and wrapped it over his shoulder, pushing me back up onto the bench. He pushed my leg higher, opening up the lips of my sex. My hamstring was so tightly stretched I thought it would snap under the pressure. I tensed tightly under anticipation of what he was going to do. I’d never had oral sex before. I didn’t know what to expect or what to do. My inner dom was gone, replaced by the usual unsure, unwanted Andi.

I couldn’t watch, embarrassed at the sight of him going down between my legs. I shut my eyes and gripped hard on the bench as his tongue hit me. My clit, still sensitive from the session on the bed, responded immediately. My hips had a mind of their own and involuntary jerked up. He held me down tight as he flicked my sex with the end of his tongue, over and over, sending heat waves through my body. I bit down on my lip, holding my moan inside. Ecstasy was building, something was about to snap, and just as he grazed my clit with his teeth, I exploded, calling his name and begging him for mercy. He didn’t stop, but started sucking harder on my clitoris, his tongue taking it in turns with his teeth to torture me with pleasure. I tensed, trying unsuccessfully to stop the orgasmic convulsions. I bit down hard on my lip again and rode the wave of ecstasy, my hips bucking, pushing my sex into him.

Just when I thought I couldn’t I stand it any longer, he stopped and stood back up positioning between my legs again. My legs continued to twitch of their own accord, and my clit still tingled from his expert tongue. He placed his hand behind my back and slid me forward across the bench until my ass was just barely hanging on. With his other hand, he reached into a drawer beside us and pulled out a condom. Ripping the foil wrapper open with his teeth, he slid the condom on his erect penis.

He stopped for a moment and his green eyes stared directly into mine, seeking out my permission. No words needed to be spoken. I gripped his biceps and wrapped my legs around him, letting him lift me off the bench. He was strong and his arms flexed beneath my hands as he lowered me slowly onto the tip of his cock. He pushed the head in and out of the mouth of my opening, making sure I was ready for his size. I was wet and ready, and as he pushed in for the last time, I let the weight of myself drop, helping his cock find its way. He slid straight in and hissed through his teeth as he entered me, going deeper until I was at full capacity. It was tight and hurt when he hit my cervix, but, oh my God, he felt good. A perfect fit.

“Are you okay?” he growled in my ear.

“Yes, just take it slow,” I moaned back, and nipped at his earlobe.

He gripped my ass and began to slide me up and down his shaft, slowly at first, both of us savoring the moment. I dug my heels into his ass and moved with him. Pressure began building again. Different this time. This was deeper, more intense. It felt so fucking good.

“Let go, Andi,” he commanded. “Stop holding back. I want to hear you come, scream my name.”

That did it. I moaned. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted it faster. I wanted it harder.

“Fuck. Me. Harder,” I told him with heavy breaths in time with his every thrust.

He obliged, groaning, pushed his hips harder, going deeper into me with every movement, sweat running off his glorious body. My fingers dug into his back. I moaned again, louder this time.

“Levi, oh my God,” I cried out. I wrapped my hands in his hair and pulled hard.

He increased the tempo, pumping into me harder, and then it hit me. I came hard and my vagina contracted, clamping down on his cock. I bit down on his shoulder, unable to control myself. He came with me, calling my name, his fingers digging hard into my ass cheeks. The pain pushed me to a whole new level. I threw back my head, unable to hold it in any longer.

“Fuck,” I called out with one last burst, my body tensing and convulsing. And then I collapsed on him, wrapping my arms around him, resting my head on his shoulder. I felt his cock continue to move inside me, twitching as he finished coming.

Our bodies heaved with exhaustion, puffing hard from our intense workout.

He breathed hard in my ear. “I believe we just did that. Fuck.”

I didn’t even have the energy to laugh. We both held onto each other, dripping in sweat, puffing, totally spent. He moved me back onto the bench and withdrew his penis from me, discreetly discarding the condom.

“Now
that
was amazing,” he said, and kissed me tenderly.

            With my arms and legs still wrapped around him, I kissed him back, despite the fact my mouth felt sore and puffed out like a Kardashian’s. I sighed contently after our kiss ended. “I think my lips are bruised,” I told him, and rested my head on his shoulder again. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, not just yet anyway. I knew my eyes would give me away. I had fallen in love with him. Raw emotion flowed through my body. I felt like crying again. Damn it. I’d just had the best sex of my entire life with the perfect guy, only I couldn’t have him. Not the way I wanted anyway.
Suck it up. Take what you can get, and right now, you’ve got this hot man between your legs who wants to fuck you no-strings-attached.
Too bad it was the strings I wanted.

“And which lips are they?” He nuzzled my ear, running his hand along the inside of my thigh.

“Both,” I replied, goose bumps raising along my skin. “So, I guess this makes us fuck buddies now.”

He laughed softly in my ear. “I guess it does.”

Pulling back from me, he forced me to look at him. His eyebrows creased in the middle, confused no doubt at the guarded expression on my face. I was desperate to hide my feelings for him. Furiously, I blinked my tears back.

“What’s wrong?” He ran his fingers through my hair tenderly. “Did I hurt you? Fuck, Andi, why didn’t you say something?”

Automatically, I jumped to his defense. “No, you didn’t hurt me. Everything down there feels great. It’s just...look forget it. Forget everything.”

I pushed him away from me and jumped down from the bench, only my Jell-O legs didn’t take my weight and almost gave way. Levi grabbed me by one of my injured elbows to help steady me, causing me to yelp in pain.

“Andi, I have hurt you. Tell me where? Tell me so I can make it better.”

I took a big breath, and gently rubbed my grazed elbow. That pain was only superficial compared to how my heart was coping. “You haven’t hurt me. It’s just…it’s this thing going on between us.” I pointed my finger to myself then him. “That was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had. I’m just unsure about where this is going, unsure about you. I’m confused and…”

I dropped my face into my hands, unable to look at him any longer.
I’ve really screw things up now. He won’t want anything to do with me again. Neurotic, stupid, silly girl.

“Andi, look at me, please,” he demanded, and took my hands in his. His green eyes locked on mine. “What’s there to be confused about? You’re not the only one whose world was rocked. Didn’t I just tell you what I thought? Fuck, you just blew my mind. My back is shredded, my shoulder has teeth marks, and I’m pretty sure I’m bruised in more places than you’d care to know about. But I loved it. I need a friend like you in my life. You’re unsure of where we are headed? Of me? Stop over thinking. Take things day by day. You told me you’re not into relationships. I can respect that. You won’t get any pressure from me.”

I looked at him. He must have misunderstood. I could have laughed, or cried for that matter. He thought I was worried that we were moving toward a relationship, when in actual fact, that was what I wanted more than anything. I wanted to explain to him how I felt, but I was unsure. Was it too early? When I told him I was inexperienced, I meant in all walks of life. I didn’t know how to act around him, what he expected of me. I wanted to be the party girl I told him that I was. I wanted to be the girl who lived life on the edge and didn’t give a shit about anything. I didn’t want to come across as clingy and desperate. I couldn’t tell him I took meds for my anxiety and some days I wanted to kill myself. I didn’t want to come across as the real me.

“Let me give you some space, okay.” He took my silence as affirmation. “You take the first shower and I’ll prepare us some coffee and a light brunch. And if you still want to go for a ride with me on the Harley, we’ll do that. If not, I’ll take you home if that’s what you want, too.”

I nodded at him, playing it cool, and decided humor would be my best defense. “Yes, space is what I need. You’re just so clingy. Back off.”

I ran my hands over his vast chest to let him know I was joking, only we didn’t really laugh—we kissed again. I could have kissed and screwed him all day.

“You need to cool off, party girl,” he said, joking back with me. “I think I’ve created a monster. Meet you in the kitchen.”

He slapped my ass and gave me a wink before he left the bathroom, shutting the door on his way out and giving me some unwanted space from him.