Ecstasy was a bitter as fuck drug, but who gave a shit when a mouth as lovely as Levi’s was keeping me busy?
Once Levi stopped kissing me, I opened my eyes and looked down at him. His lips were a bit swollen and colored with my rose-shaded lipstick. The pink colors on his pale skin made him look so damn erotic, and I wished to skip the dancing part and move straight to the fucking.
From the corner of my eye, I spotted Andrei and Miles swallowing each other in a porn-like kiss. They weren’t the only ones who wanted to fuck. Yep. We were all just a bunch of horny fuckers.
But as much as I wanted to have sex, I also knew it would feel a thousand times better after hours of dancing and grinding against each other. Raves were basically one big foreplay with a bunch of strangers, music, and drugs. Lots and lots of drugs I was planning on doing… and did.
A few hours and some ecstasy later, Levi’s back was plastered against me as we both danced to some epic beats. The world felt like a loose knot, and Levi was the only thing keeping me attached. My heart beat fast, and my body was on fire, the type of fire you could only get from a good fuck or a good high. In this case, it was due to the latter.
Watching Levi dance was messing with my mind. Every movement of his body seemed to be in slow-mo and yet, fast as fuck. Laughing, I grabbed his hips and moved with him to the beat. Whether we danced slow or fast, who gave a shit?
He leaned his head back against my chest with his eyes closed and his cheeks flushed from the heat. His pale, reddened skin was covered with sweat, and shreds of dark, damp hair clenched to his forehead and fell into his eyes. He was a sight of beauty. It was ridiculous how much I loved this guy. He was my entire solar system. A fucking eclipse to my universe.
Admiring him while feeling his ass pressed against my hard cock, which had been hard on and off for the past few hours, made me even hornier, and I was definitely running out of patience. I looked down at where my hands gripped his hips and carefully checked his dark skinny jeans. They hugged his slim thighs to perfection and packaged his magnificent cock like a masterpiece. Fuck, listen to me, sounding like motherfucking Shakespeare.
The image of his cock, nestled inside those tight jeans, made my mouth water. He was probably sweaty, and god, did I love the smell of Levi’s sweat when my mouth was full of his fat dick.
Levi seemed to be in a different zone with his free-as-a-bird-high-as-a-kite dancing. Grabbing his chin, I angled his face to reach his ear. “I want to suck you off,” I said loud enough so my words broke through the music.
Levi nodded with hooded eyes and a bottom lip tucked under his teeth.
“Just not here,” he said, pointing down at the car’s hood we were standing on. We’d felt too hot dancing between people, so we’d climbed on top of this car for fresh air. At least, I think that’s what we did.
Not thinking twice, I let go of Levi’s hips and moved to step on the edge of the car, then did a backflip and landed on my two feet.
Lifting my arms like a gymnast in the Olympics, I spun around. “Did everyone see it?” I shouted with a wide-ass grin glued to my face.
“Come here, you dummy,” Levi chuckled, and I reached to grab his hand. “And I saw it. Very impressive skill,” he said as I helped him down.
Once his feet hit the ground, I pulled him closer. “Just wait until you see my other skills.” I stuck out my tongue and watched Levi’s pupils grow to the size of a coin. They were so blown that they looked black, and I knew it wasn’t just because of the ecstasy—My horny little Babydoll.
“Let’s find a place,” he rasped, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him as he made his way between people.
Levi
“Fuck,” I gasped as Jessie forced me to sit on an old, rusted car seat sunk in the desert sand. “Wait—here?” I asked when he dropped to his knees before me and spread my legs.
We were under what looked like the foundations of an unfinished lodge, the wooden beams lit from beneath with some red and blue neon. We were far enough from the main party, yet we weren’t alone. All the couples around us were either fucking or about to fuck, so when Jessie unfastened my jeans and took out my cock, I didn’t feel exposed but eager for more. So much more. I was burning with desire and lust to the point I couldn’t care less about the couple having sex close enough for me to hear their moans and grunts. I was probably way too fucking high to know any better because instead of stopping Jessie like I would’ve normally done, I grabbed his head and urged him down until he was faced with my throbbing dick.
“There’s my fucking lollipop,” he mused and pressed his lips to my tip, but instead of sucking as I hoped he would, he ghosted a breath of air that danced over my aching shaft like torture.
“Don’t tease,” I panted, lowering myself further in the chair and jerking my hips. “Please.”
Jessie grinned under the red neon light, opened wide and wrapped his lips around my length. I choked when he took me all the way to the back of his throat. The metal barbell on his tongue rubbed against my shaft, and the slight pain it caused made my cock pulse. Holy shit, his mouth was divine.
His head bobbed up and down as he continued to work on me. His movements were more forceful and eager than usual and yet extraordinarily consuming.
A moan escaped my throat as he cupped my balls and started to massage them in his warm palm, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I leaned back. If it weren’t for the chair, I would’ve felt like I was floating through space. I was that high, and Jessie’s mouth was that good.
My eyelids were heavy as I tried to open them, and it took me a moment of recognition before I managed to focus on a shadow that leaned against one of the wooden frames.
No.
It wasn’t a shadow.
It was a person.
A man. And although he was standing in the dark, half of his face was lit with bright blue light, and despite our distance and the darkness of the night, I could still spot those mesmerizing features and rare bright eyes.