Page 15 of Fallen Stars (Stone Bay Series Book 3)

I’ve playedthis moment in my mind an infinite number of times over the past seven years. Fantasized over what it’d be like to touch and taste Levi. Openly claim him with my hand on him or our fingers laced together. To tell the world this man belongs to me, and I belong to him. To take him to my bed and permanently alter the shape of our souls.

Not once during those hedonistic daydreams did I believe it’d become a reality. Nor did I foresee Levi initiating this monumental shift in our relationship.

It’s both thrilling and terrifying.

The soft click of the door as it closes jump-starts my heart. My pulse soars as I step farther into the room. Frenetic energy trickles through my bloodstream and wakes every nerve ending in my body as Levi stands inches away. My breaths come in slow, stuttered sips as I stare at the quilt-covered queen bed in the middle of the room.

This is really fucking happening.

His fingers graze mine for the briefest of seconds and I suck in a sharp breath. Heat and thrill and something foreign yet addictive dance across my skin. My eyes roll back and close as I absorb this new, potent sensation.

And then the feeling is gone.

My eyes pop open and shoot to his as I reach for his hand. As our fingers weave together, I read the uncertainty in his expression.

“What’s wrong?” The question leaves my lips in a whisper.

He drops his gaze to our joined hands, his thumb trailing the length of mine in delicate, carefree strokes. With a subtle shake of his head, he says, “Just nervous.”

Inhaling a shaky breath, I gently tighten my hold on him. His eyes drift back up to mine, the cool blue of his irises now darker. Bolder. An unspoken declaration.

I swallow past the bubbling anxiety expanding in my chest. “Me too.”

God, am I fucking nervous.

Levi moves to stand in front of me, takes my other hand, and inches close enough for his breath to paint my lips. Notes of cedar with the hint of something distinctly him fill my nose.

Hour-long seconds pass as my heart rattles my rib cage, the vicious rhythm of my pulse ricocheting in my ears. I drop my gaze to his lips as the memory of kissing him in public hours ago ambushes my thoughts. As if he hears my introspection, his tongue darts out and wets his lips.

My grip on his hand tightens.

And with that simple reaction, he eviscerates the last of the space between us and claims my mouth with his.

He releases my hands and lifts his to frame my face. His fingers bruise my flesh a beat before they drift into my hair and curl into loose fists. The desperation in his touch, mixed with the taste of him on my tongue, has me dizzy.

A moan vibrates my chest and spills from my lips onto his tongue.

His fingers fist my hair harder as he deepens the kiss. As his tongue wars with mine.

And then we’re moving across the room.

I reach for him and clutch his hips. Fist the cotton of his shirt in my hands as we stumble to a stop. Haul him flush to my frame as the kiss turns frenzied. Greedy. Borderline violent.

My hands skim the waist of his pants from his hips to the line of buttons on his shirt. With a slight tremble in my fingers, I pop the buttons free. Graze the soft skin of his abdomen with the tips of my fingers. Smile into the kiss as he quivers beneath my touch.

I shove the shirt open and down his arms but stop at his wrists when the cuffs catch. Lips still on mine, Levi yanks at the material. When it doesn’t give, he breaks the kiss, grumbles under his breath, unfastens the buttons, and tosses the shirt aside.

Eager as I am to step back into him and take his mouth again, I inch back and rake my gaze over his chest. Glimpse the faint definition of his pecs and abdominals. Peek at the ink telling a story on his arms. Visually trace the stiff peaks of his nipples. Skim down his midline to the light dusting of hair below his navel that dips beneath his pants. Unabashedly stare at the thick bulge straining his slacks beneath his zipper.

My dick twitches, and I lick my lips.

A groan echoes through the room and my eyes dart up to meet his.

“You’re killing me, Ollie.”

I tuck my lips between my teeth to fight my smile. Shuffling forward, I hook a finger in a belt loop on his slacks. “Oh, really?”

Eyes fixed on mine, he reaches for the bottom hem of my shirt, fists it for one, two, three ragged breaths, then drags the fabric up my torso. It sails across the room and joins his shirt on the floor.

Nimble fingers explore my skin at a painfully slow pace. The soft pads of his fingers, the harsh bite of his nails, the delicious bruise of his grip. I revel in the way his gaze roams my body. Bask in the hum dancing over my skin. Come alive as his fingers drift lower and skim the waistband of my underwear peeking out of my shorts.

With one hand, he pops the button on my shorts as if he’s done it countless times. He tugs at my zipper next, my shorts falling to the floor without effort.

My cock strains the cotton of my boxer briefs, eager for his touch. Hopeful for his mouth. Begging for much more.

Toeing off my shoes, I reach for the button of his slacks, followed by the zipper. I shove the fabric down his thighs and inch back as he kicks off his shoes and pants.

“I need to fucking touch you,” he growls out as he fists his cock through his briefs.

Without a word, my fingers circle his wrist and I haul him across the room. He stumbles for a couple steps then steps impossibly close as we enter the bathroom. Releasing my hold on him, I crank the water in the shower.

On a slow spin of my heel, I meet his waiting gaze. I peel one sock off, then the other. Hook my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and thrust the last shred of fabric hiding me from him to the floor.

His dick spasms at the sight of my swollen, lengthy cock.

“Join me?”

Not waiting for his answer, I step into the shower and leave the curtain partially open.

Under the hot spray, I rinse away my night on stage and mentally prepare myself for what may happen next.

“Fuck, this shower is small,” Levi says as he steps in and closes the curtain.

I chuckle and open my mouth with a witty retort. But the words never leave my lips.

Because as I inch out from under the spray, his cock nudges my ass and I stop breathing.

As water rains down on us, he traces the length of my spine with his finger. I assume he’ll stop when he reaches the top of my ass, but Levi surprises me at every turn. Slowly, too damn slowly, his finger dips between the globes of my ass. Lower. Lower. Until he’s there.

Just as he adds a bit of pressure, I whirl around, shove him into the wall, and drop to my knees.

I’d love nothing more than to let Levi explore my body. To let him learn with a hands-on approach. But I don’t want the first time we have sex—other than oral—to be in the shower.

“Ollie, what?—”

Gripping the base of his cock, I circle the head with my tongue once before I take him to the back of my throat.

A hiss leaves his lips as he threads his fingers through my hair. “Fuck…”

My gaze flits up his body until I reach his slack-jawed expression. I study his hooded eyes and the barely perceptible shifts in his features as I fuck him with my mouth. I change my pace and note which he prefers. And then I add a little teeth and relish in the pain as he fists my hair harder.

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

I reach around and clutch his ass with both hands. Hold him in place, relax my jaw further, and take him deeper at a slow, punishing pace.

He hangs his head, his hair falling in his face. But his eyes never leave mine. Not for a single second.

His breaths come faster, harsher. A guttural moan vibrates his frame as his cock swells in my mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” The cheeks of his ass flex. “Fuck.” He grips my hair painfully. “Ollie… fuck.”

Hot cum hits the back of my throat and I moan. Hands still on his ass, I hold him in place and bob up and down his length until I swallow every salty drop.

With a pop, I release him and rise from the floor. A victorious smile stretches my face painfully as I slink back under the spray and stare after him as he catches his breath.

In a blink, Levi shoves off the wall, grips either side of my face, and crushes my mouth with a punishing kiss. The pads of his fingers bruise my flesh a beat before one of his hands drops and fists my cock. He breaks the kiss but hovers close enough for his lips to occasionally graze mine.

“You like my cock in your mouth?” His question has an edge to it.

My lips part as he strokes my length with the perfect amount of pressure. I grip the edge of the inset shelf on the wall and give it some of my weight.

“Obviously,” I reply, my tone a hint satirical.

He hums. “And you like my cum on your tongue?” The tip of his tongue darts out and licks my top lip.

The slight tease of his tongue mixed with his perfect strokes of my cock is an exquisite combination. Add in all this dirty talk about blow jobs and cum, it won’t be long before mine paints the tile.

My greens lock onto his blues. “Any fucking day of the week.”

“Good.”

The corner of his mouth twitches a breath before he grips my biceps, spins us around, thrusts me against the wall, and falls to his knees. Water rains down on his back as his fingers clutch my thighs. Eyes on my dick, he leans in and circles my tip with his tongue.

“Now it’s my turn for a taste.” His hands drift around to the backs of my thighs. “Fuck my mouth, Ollie.” His nails bite my skin. “Make up for all the times you didn’t get to fuck me but wanted to.”

“Fucking hell…” I mutter.

I comb my fingers through his lengthy locks and curl them at the back of his head. Rocking my hips forward, I nudge his lips with my tip.

“Open up and relax your jaw.”

Levi does as I say, but his grip on my thighs stiffens.

I gently yank his hair so he’ll meet my gaze. “You’re safe with me, L.” I nod in reassurance. “Always.”

His eyes dart between mine as he inhales a few steadying breaths. Whatever he sees in my gaze, it’s enough to ease his anxiety. His grip on my thighs loosens as his shoulders sag in obvious relief.

I cup the angle of his jaw and stroke the apple of his cheek with my thumb. “Never feel pressured to do anything with me. Ever.”

Levi shakes his head. “I don’t.”

A faint smile curves a corner of my mouth as I arch a brow. “Prove it.”

And until I growl his name and come down his throat, Levi does exactly that.

We towel off enough to not soak the sheets.

I rip the quilt from the bed, shove Levi down onto the mattress, and crawl up his body until my cock grazes his. He clutches my hips, grinding me against him as I claim his mouth. I fist his hair as he palms my ass.

Fire licks every inch of my skin as one of his hands trails up my spine, his other arm banding around my waist. He grips the nape of my neck, pins my body to his, and then flips me on my back.

Hovering a breath above me, he reaches between us and wraps his fingers around my cock. “I want to fuck you.” His words are a growl. “And not just your mouth.”

I grip his jaw with bruising strength and pull him close enough his lips ghost mine. “Not sure you’re ready for that.”

With a cock of his brow, one corner of his mouth kicks up. “I know how to fuck, Ollie.” His tongue darts out and licks up the center of my lips.

Tilting my head to the side, I snake my hand around the nape of his neck, comb my fingers through the strands, grab a fistful, and yank his head back. “Mmm… I don’t doubt it.” I lift off the mattress and lick my way up the column of his throat. Nip his chin with my teeth and meet his smoldering blues. “But have you ever fucked a guy?”

He releases my cock, takes both my hands in his, drags them above my head, and rocks his hips in the cradle of mine. “Pretty sure the mechanics are the same.”

“True.” I circle his hips with my legs, lace our fingers together, and flip us back over. “But not quite.”

Bracing my legs on either side of him, I release his hands and sit up. Ever so slowly, I trace his soft skin with my fingers. Over the lean muscles of his pecs, pausing momentarily to toy with his nipples. Down the almost indiscernible ridges of his abdomen. Across the contours of his hip bones.

Sucking in a sharp breath, he clutches my thighs. “Quit being a fucking tease.”

My greens flit to his blues as I fist his cock with savage force. I don’t stroke or roll my thumb over the swollen head. I simply hold him and cluck my tongue. “So impatient.”

“Ollie, please…” His plea is a whisper, a hiss and an invocation all in one.

Loosening my grip on his cock, I slowly stroke up. “Anyone can fuck, L.” I drag my hand down his length, then back up at a torturous pace. “But you’re not just anyone.” Continuing my leisurely strokes, I lower my lips to his chest and circle his nipple with my tongue. “Make no mistake”—I bite his nipple and he hisses—“I will fuck you. Hard.” Kissing my way across his chest, I pay equal attention to his other nipple. “But not until you’re ready.” I release his cock, drag my fingers down to cup his balls, and then dip a finger between his ass cheeks and massage his puckered hole. “This isn’t your car. We can’t go from zero to a hundred in seconds.”

Levi gently rolls his hips and adds pressure to my finger on his hole. I match his pressure and breech his clenched muscles. His fingers are in my hair as a hiss echoes through the room.

I kiss my way up his chest, his neck, the thin layer of scruff on his jaw until I reach his lips. “Breathe, baby.” I take his mouth in a gentle kiss. “You need to relax.”

Luminous blue eyes lock on mine as he inhales deeply. His hands in my hair drift down my back and explore. On the exhale, his whole body sighs.

“That’s it, baby,” I coo.

I drop my lips to his in a fevered kiss as I continue to tease his hole. With each circle, he adds more weight, more pressure. But as my finger dips inside, his nails claw at my skin.

Easing my finger out as I break the kiss, I rest my forehead on his. “There’s no rush.” I drop a chaste kiss to his lips. “Wait a sec.”

I roll off him and the bed and go to my duffel bag on the dresser. Riffling through the contents, I locate the small bottle of lube and box of condoms.

“Do I want to know why you brought condoms?”

I toss the bottle and box on the bed. Crawling back up Levi’s body, I pepper kisses from his hip to his lips. “Habit,” I mutter over his lips. “Promise.”

Levi clutches my jaw and pins me with a fiery gaze. “Better fucking be.”

Every ounce of humor vanishes between us as I hold his gaze. “All I’ve ever wanted is you.” I cover his hand with one of mine. “Now that you’re mine, I won’t fuck it up.”

Levi lifts off the mattress and captures my mouth with his. Tells me wordlessly that I am his. That he is mine. That we’ve belonged to each other for much longer than either of us is willing to admit.

I frame his face with my hands and deepen the kiss. Stroke his tongue with mine and memorize his taste. Moan as his arms band around my middle, his hands drifting to the nape of my neck and globes of my ass, pinning me to him. Become fevered and wild as his finger slips between my ass cheeks and he rocks his hips beneath mine.

Blindly, I search for the lube with my hand. When I make purchase, I reluctantly break the kiss and pull back. I pop the top, coat my fingers with the slick liquid, squirt a few drops on my cock and his, snap the lid shut, and toss it aside.

As I drop to hover inches above him, Levi reaches between us, wraps his dexterous fingers around both our cocks, and strokes us together in one fluid motion. Fire surges in my veins as I slowly rock my hips in time with his touch.

Reaching down, I slip my lubed fingers beneath his balls and slick his puckered hole. Circle the tight muscles again and again, adding more pressure with each circuit. When I dip my finger inside, we gasp in unison.

“Holy fuck,” Levi hisses out.

In slow, measured thrusts, I pump my finger in and out. Go a little deeper with each stroke. Curl my finger and tease his prostate. Grow impossibly more aroused as he rocks his hips, stroking us faster, and silently begs for more of my finger.

I ease out and add a second digit. Precum beads my cock as his lips part. As his faint whimpers fill the air. As he rolls his hips faster, harder, and fucks my fingers with abandon.

“Look at you, baby.” I lick his lips, then nip the bottom. “Fucking my fingers like a good boy.”

His breaths come faster as he strokes us franticly. Without a doubt, he’s seconds from coming.

But I don’t want him coming from finger play. I want my cock inside him when he detonates.

When I pull my fingers out, he groans his displeasure.

“What the hell?”

On a soft chuckle, I free my cock from his hold, swipe a condom from the box, and sit back on my haunches. I rip open the foil, toss the empty packet aside, and roll the condom down my length. I add a little more lube, then drop so we’re nose to nose.

“I want to come inside you,” I whisper against his lips. “I want you to come while I’m inside you.”

He fists the back of my neck, mutters, “Fucking hell,” and then yanks me down until our mouths collide.

We kiss as though we’ll never have the opportunity again. I guide his legs farther apart with mine, loosely fist my cock and spread the lube evenly on my length, line my tip up with his entrance, and ever so slowly press the tip of my cock to his tight hole.

An eternity passes in a matter of seconds as we hold our breaths and I sink the head of my cock inside him.

“Jesus fuck,” he hisses out as his nails pierce my flesh.

I ease out, give him a brief moment of reprieve, then rock my hips forward. Give him more of my length. Read the pleasure on his face as he takes a few inches.

He curls the fingers of his free hand in the sheet as he bows off the bed. His hot breaths on my lips come faster.

“More.” The word is part growl, part mewl on his lips.

I peel his hand from the back of my neck, lace my fingers with his, and drag our joined hands above his head. Lowering until our lips meet, I kiss him with unfamiliar tenderness. And then I give him more of my length. More of me.

His fingers grip mine with unimaginable strength, though it’s not painful. Sweat slicks our skin as we moan and devour and discover a new us. An us we’ve both hidden for far too long. The real us.

“So damn tight,” I grunt out. “So damn perfect.”

He tears his hands from mine, palms my ass cheeks, and squeezes harshly as he rocks his hips and slams our bodies together over and over.

“Oh, shit,” he mutters between pants. “Holy fucking shit.”

Close. He’s so fucking close.

As he tops from the bottom, I reach between us, fist his cock, and stroke him at the pace of our thrusts. Our heavy breaths synchronize as we edge closer to our orgasms.

“Ollie…” My name is a strangled gasp on his tongue seconds before he comes.

Hot cum spurts from his cock and marks his abdomen, his pecks, the base of his throat. The sight of his reddened skin, of the pleasure written on his expression, of his cum on his skin because of me…

My fingers clutch the sheet on either side of his head as I explode on a roar inside of him. “Oh fuck, L.” Spasms ripple through my limbs as I come hard. Harder than I ever have.

Levi frames my face and pulls my mouth down to his. Kisses me with unparalleled hunger, devotion, and something… else. Something warm and irresistible and foreign yet familiar.

When the kiss ends, I collapse beside him on the bed and pull him into my side. I wrap him in my arms, press my lips to his head, and close my eyes. “That was…”

“…incredible,” he finishes.

“Fucking phenomenal,” I add and tighten my hold on him.

“Beyond fucking phenomenal.”

Silence fills the space as we catch our breaths. As we reflect on this new step in our relationship.

I reach for the floor and grab one of the towels. Wipe the evidence of our first time from his skin. Toss the towel aside and revel in the moment.

And then his body relaxes fully. His breathing evens out.

I tip my head and peer down to see he’s fallen asleep. A soft smile curves the corners of my mouth as I bask in the feel of him in my arms, where I’ve always wanted him. Where Levi has always belonged.

Slipping off the condom, I tie the end and toss it on the floor. I sink further into my hold on him. Inhale a slow, deep breath, then press a chaste kiss to his forehead and whisper, “Love you, L,” just before sleep takes me too.

June 16th

We had sex last night and it was by far the most incredible moment of my life. Every moment with him is surreal, but last night… nothing will top last night. Right now, he’s asleep in the hotel bed, fully naked, with the sheet low on his hips. I’ve spent the last thirty minutes studying every inch of his exposed skin. Tracing it with my eyes as my fingers twitch at my side, eager to touch him again.

For seven years, I’ve wanted Levi West. Now, he’s mine. Really mine.

And while he slept last night, I whispered my biggest, scariest confession. I’m in love with him. I don’t know if I’m brave enough to say it out loud while he’s awake. The last thing I want to do is freak him out. After last night, all I want is to keep him so fucking close.