Hired Hottie - Kelsie Rae Page 0,60

back to the show, I shift again, brushing my foot against his erection a second time. In response, his hand grazes my upper thigh, toying with the hem of my dress. This time, he doesn’t retreat and keeps digging his expert fingers into my upper thigh. And it feels freaking amazing.

Clearing my throat, I rub my foot against his jeans again. He’s hard as a rock. The realization that I’m doing this to him makes me clench my legs together. This is Levi freaking McCoy we’re talking about. And he’s turned on. By me. Seconds later, his knuckles brush against the elastic of my boyshorts. The touch seems to spark that elusive yet overwhelming electric current between us.

“Want to know another secret?” he murmurs, continuing his massage and simultaneously turning me into a pile of goo.

“And what’s that?” I breathe.

“I lied when I said it was an NRB the last time you felt me like this. I went home and jerked off afterward, pretending I could finish what I wanted to start.”

“And what did you want to start?” I know I’m playing with fire, but I feel like I’m about to combust regardless, so I’m not sure it really matters anymore.

His hand grazes the apex of my thighs, making me gasp. I’m desperate for more friction. More pressure. More everything.

“This,” he murmurs. His hand disappears from beneath my dress, and he shifts both of us until I’m laying with my back pressed to the cushions. I look over at the television and notice his arms are caging me in on each side of my head. Leaning closer and demanding my full attention, he kisses me until I’m a squirming mess beneath him, licking, biting, and tasting me like I’m the most delicious meal he’s ever had. And here I am, laid out before him like a damn buffet. My palms glide up his back beneath his shirt, his muscles bunching as I dig my nails into his bare skin.

I clench my legs together in search of relief before the feel of his hand squeezing my upper thigh pries them open. My legs cradle his hips as he slowly rolls into me, scratching the itch that I so desperately need to be scratched.

“Feel good, Charlie?” He looks down at me with a triumphant grin.

“If I say yes, will your head get any bigger?” I reply on a moan.

“Probably.”

My eyes roll back into my head, and I tell myself it’s because he’s a smartass and not because he’s way too good at this, though I don’t bother to argue anymore because I’m currently trying not to die from need.

He continues his teasing before my underwear somehow disappears, and his jeans are pulled down to his knees.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say you’ve never done this before,” he adds before cupping my face. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

I nod, too nervous to do anything else.

“Tell me, Charlie. Tell me you’re okay with giving this to me because if you’re not—”

“I’m okay, Levi.” I swallow thickly. “Promise.”

“I’ve never taken a girl’s….”

Virginity. That’s what he’s thinking. I can read it clearly on his face.

“You’re not taking anything,” I admit. “I’m giving it to you.”

With a soft chuckle, he tips my head up. “I don’t deserve it.”

“Probably not,” I tease before nipping at his bottom lip. “But I want you to have it, anyway.”

Eyes softening, he nudges my legs farther apart then slowly lines us up until I can feel him teasing my entrance. “Then I promise I won’t take it for granted.”

I feel his fingers dig into my upper thigh before his mouth takes the spotlight. Licking. Sucking. Biting—

Holy freaking shit!

My mouth opens on a gasp as every single inch of him presses into me.

“Like a Band-Aid, Charlie. Just like a Band-Aid,” he soothes, pressing his forehead against mine.

“Ouch,” I mumble, trying to catch my breath. He doesn’t move a muscle as he waits for me to adjust to the intrusion.

And it’s a big one. The thought makes me laugh and somehow eases the tension in my muscles, helping me relax.

Once I release all the air I’ve been holding, I feel his hand slowly tickle my bare thigh in a soothing rhythm.

“You okay?” he whispers against the shell of my ear.

I nod.

“You sure?”

With a light laugh, I nod again. “Yup. Golden.”

“Then let’s get to the fun part.”

With a gentleness I don’t expect, Levi rotates his hips before peppering open-mouthed kisses along my neck, igniting the fire that’s always sizzled between us.