On the Rocks (Pub Fiction Book 2) (29 page)

Clearing his throat, Levi’s gaze meets mine, keeping me captive as he focuses all of his attention on me. The veins on his arms ripple as he leans hard on the bar.

“Come here. Lie on the bar, Braunwyn. I. Need. You. To. Feed. Me. One. More.”

He punctuates every word, giving his words a pulsing rhythm, and licks his plump lips, his intense baby blues raking over every inch of my body again. His voice is husky and has an edge to it that sends chills down my spine, awakening those butterflies as only he can.

Message obviously received.

My skin starts to prickle; I clench my thighs, trying to dull the ache that’s building from anticipation and nerves.

My legs move of their own volition, and within seconds I’m standing in front of the bar, in front of Levi. Right where I want to be. I don’t remember the walk, but that’s the thing when I’m with him. He’s got a pull over me, a power, a magnetic force, which causes me to react and to attract right back.

“Give me your hand,” he says. I reach across the bar, giving Levi what he asks for. The amber light highlights his face as he pleads for my trust with his eyes. He takes my hand, and pulls my sleeve up to inspect the makings of a bruise from earlier. Levi leans over, and kisses the mark. “You good, baby?” he whispers, barely audible.

“Starting to be” I whisper back, with a small smile.

He nods, reaches for my hand again and kisses it, before guiding me to the end of the bar, the eerie silence now adding to the mood. I want him. I need him. Anticipation. Want. Need. I’m becoming wanton, with lusty fantasies dancing in my mind of all the ways this is going to play out. I can feel any reservations I may have had leaving with easy abandon.

Now at the bar’s end, Levi pulls me into him tight, our bodies flush, and he’s whispering in my ear with a low sexy growl: “Take your clothes off, baby. I’m out of clean shot glasses.”

He cups my face in his hands and I nod, giving him the okay. He kisses my forehead before moving down to take my bottom lip softly between his teeth and pulling, ever so gently. He releases my lip, but not before running his tongue along my mouth’s seam, I try for a kiss, but he moves his head subtly, causing me to miss. “Soon, baby. Soon. Let me help you up here, Braun.”

I’m panting, I’m sure of it, panting as his hands grip the hem of my shirt. Lifting it off, he tosses it behind me, heedless as to where it lands.

“Levi.”

“I need this. Need you. Let me, please. I’m wired, and so fucking thirsty. Only you can help me quench my thirst right now.” His voice is gruff, needy, and it sends a thrill throughout my body, moisture starting to gather between my thighs. I nod and, of course, he gives me one of those panty-obliterating grins, and—just like that—I find myself sitting on the bar’s edge with Levi nestled between my legs.

“Me too, Levi. Need you. This. Us,” I admit, looking deep into his eyes.

“That’s it, Scrappy.” He kisses me before helping me lie back on the bar in my bra and Pub Fiction shorts. Excitement starts to throb through my nerves, its hum matching the slow sensual beats of Keith Sweats’ “Twisted” that are coming from the stereo. I fester in a haze of desire, expectancy building, fuelling my need for him, as I wait for Levi to make his next move.

“Fuck me, you’re so goddamn beautiful. It makes me ache just thinking about that guy being so close to what’s mine.” He traces a finger along my taut stomach to the edge of my panty line. “So pretty, so mine.” He kisses along my abdomen now, back up to my lips. “Mmmm, I never get tired of that sweet taste. God, I need you. These shorts, though…” he says, and pulls the material, “…sexy as they are, baby, they definitely need to go. Now.” He moves his hands to the waist of my shorts and unbuttons them, making quick work to free me before tossing them to the floor. His hands return, rubbing up the smoothness of my legs at an insanely slow pace. “I can smell your sweetness, Braun. Fuck, baby, I can smell that you’re ready. I can’t get enough of you.” He brings his face to my panties, resting his head, taking me in. “Grapefruit and sugar, so fucking perfect.”

“Please, Levi, touch me. I need you.” I squirm under his touch, his words causing me to beg. I lean up so I can run my hand along his stubbled cheek. He’s still worked up, that edge still present, I see it in his eyes. I resolve to take it away.

I sit up and kiss him, the point of my tongue grazing his bottom lip. I look into his eyes, my tone leaving no room for argument: “You saved me. You really are my knight.”

“Always, Braunwyn.” He kisses me gently.

“Now, how ’bout that drink?” I ask. “You’ve got me at your mercy now, after all, don’t you? Still need it, Levi? Mmm, go for it—use me like you need. I want you to. Didn’t you
need
a drink?” I lift my brows, glancing from my stomach to him. I assume he’ll take a body shot like I’ve seen in movies.

He simply smirks back at me, like he knows something I don’t. “Fuck, yeah. I need you, Braun, in more ways than you’ll ever know,” he smiles, reaching for the bottle of tequila. “You’re right about needing that drink too. I want it, now more than ever. Best shot glass ever, sweetheart.” He pours a splash of tequila over my panties.

“Oh, wow, Levi…” I react as the cold liquid hits my panties, causing me to squirm. The sweet peppery smell lingering in the air from the agave, with notes of vanilla and wood, dance up my nose.

Slowly, Levi lowers his head between my legs to my pussy, and begins lapping at the tequila-soaked fabric. I buck so hard from the contact of his mouth that I’m sure I’m going to fall off the bar.

“I got you, baby,” Levi grips my legs, pulling me toward him to the bar’s edge. He moves his head back down to my core, rubbing his stubbly chin along my panties before moving my black lace thong to the side. “Gotta get the whole shot, Scrappy. Can’t let the good stuff get wasted. Fuck, you’re so wet for me. That is top shelf right there.” He inserts a finger while licking my clit and swirling his tongue, moving it in a frenzied pace, taking the mix of tequila and my juices, his movements and the sensations he’s evoking cause me to shudder hard and see rainbows and unicorns.

I’m in
heaven.

“Levi!” I shout at the top of my lungs.

“Fuck, Braun, I know, but I promise, we’re just getting warmed up.”

Levi

A
fter Big John
left, I decided I needed another drink to calm my still-erupting temper.

I needed to calm the fuck down. Never have I felt the urge to hurt another human being so badly as I did in that moment when I saw Chase with his hands on Braun.

Thank Christ, Big John came and took over when he did. I still can’t believe Chase would try to put the moves on my girl even after the warnings I gave him. But he did and he’s done. Let the cops deal with him now.

Ridding the thoughts of what could have happened from my mind, I focus on the here and now instead, ’cause this—the here and now—is fucking beautiful, and fuck me if I’m gonna waste any more time thinking about that douche canoe. Not when Braun’s ready for me and my little game.

Braunwyn is a sight to behold, wearing nothing but a sexy black lace bra that does shit to cover her perfect tits, along with a matching g-string, as she lies before me all sprawled out on the bar. My body is fucking threatening to combust, but the fun has only just begun. I’m not even close to being done savouring and tasting my girl.

Fuck, she tastes so good. The combination of Braun’s pussy juice mixed with Patrón is a lethal combination, one I will take my time to enjoy. I twirl my tongue one last time as her legs tighten around my shoulders, her hands gripping the back of my head to hold me in place as she comes in my mouth.

“Levi!” she screams, as her body convulses under me.

“You are something else.” I look up, licking my lips and relishing her taste as it lingers on my lips. “Fuck Braun, I know, but I promise, we’re just getting warmed up.”

I grin and slide her panties back into place.

Picking up the bottle of tequila, I rest it between her legs, tucking it in close to her panty clad pussy, so she knows the Patrón is still there.
Waiting.

“Salt, first and foremost,” I tell her as she watches me intently. I shake a light dusting of salt across her tanned and toned stomach.

She giggles and it’s music to my ears. She’s relaxed, which is just what I need. She’s calming me, calming me with her charm, her willingness to let go and with how much she’s come to trust me. Her faith in me is astounding, making me feel like the luckiest son of a bitch. Never have I been more in awe of a person. Braunwyn Daniels is my everything: my best friend, my lover, and my favourite person in the whole goddamned world. Love doesn’t begin to cover what I feel for this girl. I look her over as she watches me, the giggles drifting off as she takes in the seriousness that must have crossed my face. I rub my thumb along her cheek, offering a smile before continuing our game.

Fuck, you’re perfect, baby. Thank you for trusting me and for letting me love you.

“Oh, and ice. I need ice,” I say.

“Umm, Levi,” she questions, her nose scrunched up, “I’ve never heard of ice being used for body shots, are you sure you know what you’re doing?” she asks a bit nervously as I clank some ice into a glass.

“I just happen to like my drinks on the rocks, Scrappy, so ice, yeah, I definitely need ice.” I take a cube into my hand and hear an intake of breath as I begin trailing the cold piece of ice over her stomach, around her belly button, down to her hipbone, then back up between her heavy cleavage.

“Let’s take that bra off, shall we? I think the girls want to play. I see those pretty nipples beggin’ for my touch,” I say, and help her to get rid of the scrap of lace. I trail my fingers down her back, and then curve back around to her tight stomach, then stop back between her legs. She moans as I slide my fingertips behind the bottle and along her lips, coating my fingers with her lingering juices and the new sweetness I’m creating with my touch. Once satisfied I’ve got what I need, I trail my hand back up to her chest painting each budded tip with her wetness, a flavour I will delight in as I play with her stellar rack. I lick my lips; it’s taking everything not to devour her right now as I swirl her wetness over her tits, pinching and teasing each peak, priming them for the taking. I ease her back down on the bar. “Perfection. I cannot wait to have you on my tongue again, Scrappy. You drive me wild. You ready for me, baby?”

“Please, Levi.” Her voice is needy, her body shaking with anticipation.

I take a new piece of ice between my teeth as I resume teasing her. I trail the ice along her breastbone, rubbing my hands ever so slightly over her peaked nipples. Braun utters a soft “please,” causing me to smile as I move the icy cube over each hard bud where I know she wants it. Her nipples are so responsive I swear I could make her come from tit play alone. Her breath comes in tight shudders.
Hot as fuck.

Once the ice has melted onto her skin, I hover over her, taking her in. It’s a fucking sight to behold: Braunwyn Daniels sprawled out before me like a fucking meal waiting to be devoured, skin all salted and wet.

“Finally some lemon. We need lemon to help chase the shot’s taste, but in this case it’s only gonna enhance the taste of the best thing I’ve had in my fucking mouth, Braun:
you
. You are the sweetest taste I have ever known. You. Have. Ruined. Me.” Braun arches her back at my words, looking at me, her eyes reflecting what I feel.
I only see you. Always.

“My taste buds crave only you. Nothing compares to your taste.”

I take a piece of lemon from the dish at my right, slipping it between my teeth, then begin trailing the same path I took with the ice. Braun is moaning, panting and quaking beneath me as I continue to move, relentlessly spreading the lemon juice.

“Now, finally, the Patrón.” I take it from where it’s been resting between her legs, and tip the bottle gently, letting a bit seep out in a pool around her belly button.

“Oh, God, Levi,” she calls, and I see goosebumps coat her beautiful soft skin.

“You ready, baby? I am going to fucking devour you. Top-shelf, Braunwyn. You are top-motherfuckin’-shelf.” I drizzle the Patrón along the same path as the ice and lemon.

“Yes, Levi. Fuck, oh my…drink it. Holy shit, Levi, please, I can’t take it. Please,” she almost sobs and like the eager beaver I am, I rid myself of my jeans and boxers in once swift motion, before tossing my button down shirt aside, needing to feel her skin on mine too badly to care where they land, before climbing up on top of her on the bar. I start at her perfect tits, lapping up the most perfect salty shot I have ever had in my life. I pull and suck at each tip, giving them the attention they deserve. She’s a heady combination of sex and innocence and I can’t get enough of it.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good. I could drink off you forever. I’ve never tasted anything better,” I add as I make my way back down to her pussy, having lapped up every inch of her on the way. I’m taking my time, making sure to catch every bit of the mixture I’ve made out of Braun. She tastes like heaven, but it’s hell at the same time because I need inside her too badly. I need her sweet heat around my cock before I come all over her. “Need inside you, Braun. Now,” I say, as I work to rip her panties off.

“Please, Levi, now. I need your cock in …n-now,” she stutters, and I laugh, “Don’t you dare laugh at me, Levi Eddison. I swear I’m just going to do it myself if you don’t hurry the hell up,” she says, and tries to move her hand down between her legs.

“The fuck you will.” I use a strong grip to tear through the side of her thong.

“
Finally,
” we both utter at the same time when I slide my cock deep inside the grip of her warm, slippery pussy.

“Fuck, you feel good. You were made for me, Braun. This pussy is mine. Always. So tight, so fucking wet, so fucking hot.” I sink deeper into her sweet heat, her walls clutching me as we move. I’m trying to go slow, to make it last, but I can’t.

“Levi, harder,” she says, and wraps her legs around me tight, digging her heels into my ass, spurring me on. She lifts up off the bar, arching her back, causing those perfect tits of hers to rub against my chest, the feel of her nipples driving me wild. Fuck going slow; I couldn’t even if I tried. Not with her egging me on like this, and demanding what she needs.