The Game (That Girl, #2)(15)

He’s honest. I appreciate that. He’s not trying to woo me or sugarcoat anything. We’re going to f*ck, and it’s going to be the best thing I’ve ever experienced. I nod.

“I’m in,” I whisper.

Levi’s mouth covers mine hungrily, sending spirals of ecstasy through my body and almost causing me to fall apart. The taste pouring into my mouth is refreshing, and I’m not sure if I can ever get enough of it. My body is guided back with Levi’s movement. I have no choice but to follow, because I refuse to leave the warmth of his lips.

The small of my back collides into the counter, pinching my skin and popping my back. Fuck, that hurt. The stinging of my pinched skin is so intense I can’t focus on anything else. Maybe he didn’t know how close we were to the counter when he slammed my body back into it. Levi’s not a little man by any means. Over six feet tall, lean, and very muscular, he could easily manhandle me. His lips are no longer doing the trick. The only thing shouting at me is the pain.

“Oh my,” I protest. “God, Levi.”

Fingers trail down the top of my pelvis and the pain is gone. Every single ounce of it vanished. I want his fingers in me.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please, what?” He looks up at me with sex-drunk eyes.

“Fuck me, Levi, f*ck me with your fingers. I want them in me.”

The air hits me as he slides over my thong. His fingers dance around the spot where I want him. I grab his hand and force him to touch me. The sensation is almost too much to bear.

“Fuck me,” I growl.

He throws my hand to the side and circles my clit. Something is smoldering inside of me and about to combust. I throw my head back and place my elbows on the counter, hoisting my center up to Levi. My hips start to buck, encouraging the movement of his fingers, which are still making light and delicate circles on my clit.

Raising my head, I make eye contact, silently pleading him to go inside me. One finger enters me, and I thrust up to meet his connection, but it’s not enough.

“More,” I gasp.

He completely fills me. We find our f*cking rhythm. My core and his hand.

“Harder, faster. I’m going to go.”

Levi grabs my hair, pulling it to one side. The tender sensation is my undoing, and I fall straight over the edge, filled with Levi’s fingers. I’m not a hundred percent savvy on football lingo, but you could consider that the first quarter finale, because I have a hunger for his cock. Placing my feet back on the ground and trying to steady myself into an upright position, I drag my hand down to feel him. No surprise, he’s hard and ready to go. In this moment, I thank god for elastic waist gym pants. I pull them down quickly to reveal him. He’s perfect, length and width, and I can tell already ever so tasty.

“May I?” I ask, sliding down to my knees.

His groans, filling the kitchen with his pleasure, and I take this as my go-ahead. I can’t wait to get my hands on him, so let quarter two begin.

Before contact is made, I hear, “Jazzy Jou Jou, are you awake? I’m getting ready to leave.”

I bolt straight to my feet, grasping for the elastic waistband of Levi’s pants, and pull them up as fast as I can. When I let go of the elastic, it doesn’t dawn on me that they are not pulled up far enough. I release the fabric, smacking him straight in the nut sacs, causing him to immediately double over in pain.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Levi’s face is covered in pain.

I try and tuck in all the stray freshly f*cked hair, but Lynlee busts me in the middle of the act. Levi is still buckled over groaning in pain, and I’m standing straight up in soaked panties from the best orgasm of my life.

“I, uh, was just going to let you know I’m leaving for school,” she says, taking in the scene.

“Okay,” I reply.

Lynlee rounds the corner without further questioning. I thought for sure we were in for twenty questions and the stink eye from hell.

“Just one question.” Looking up, I see Lynlee again. I knew she couldn’t leave well enough alone. “Is everything okay?”

Levi and I stare at each other, almost daring the other to answer.

“I came to wake her to go fishing,” he replies.

“Yeah, I lost a challenge.”

Still hunched over, Levi says, “I spooked her, and she nailed me in the nards.”

“The nards,” Lynlee repeats.

“It was an accident,” I protest.

“So, you guys are going fishing?”

We both shrug, and she finally leaves. Neither of us speaks until we are both satisfied Nosy Nelly has left the building.

I’m the first to speak. “Well, that was awkward.”

“And painful.”

We laugh at the sight of us. “Are you okay?” I finally ask.

“Yeah, but if you suck as good as you snap, I can’t wait.”

My cellphone dings in the other room, and I know exactly who it is. Lynlee, the Worry Wart.

“I’ll get dressed and check my phone. You make the coffee?” I dash out of the kitchen, blushing like a schoolgirl.

I’m sure she thinks Levi has me tied up and is abusing me by now. She’s always the worrier of the group, but then again what she endured growing up shaped her into that. Sure enough, picking up my cell, I see ten texts from her in rapid-fire fashion. Bingo! They’re all concerning my well-being. She even offers to come home to stay with me. I know how important college is to her, and I also now know how beneficial alone time with Levi is. I make it very clear everything is okay, and I’ll explain it all later.