Page 79 of Broken Vows

I stare, heat flooding my face. He’s bigger than I expected. The sight of him—so hard and eager—sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.

“Can’t hold myself up,” he says. “On your knees.”

That wave of arousal vanishes instantly.

For one horrible second I’m back in that other bedroom, turned away from Maverick like it was easier for him if he didn’t have to look at me. I don’t want that again. I can’t do it.

“I’m not ready for that,” I blurt.

Levi watches me for a long beat. Then he exhales through his nose and nods once. The hunger in his eyes softens.

“That’s okay.”

He pulls his briefs back up.

Guilt twists sharp in my chest. I feel bad for taking everything he just gave me without giving anything back. But I won’t push through discomfort. I won’t be have sex if I’m not comfortable. I did that for years with Maverick. I won’t do it now.

Still, I want to touch him. I want to make him feel good.

Before he can pull his jeans up, I sit up and press my hands against his chest.

“Lie down,” I tell him.

Surprise flickers across his face. “It’s fine⁠—”

“Do it,” I say firmly.

He obeys, letting me guide him onto his back. I pull his underwear down. His cock springs free again.

I climb over him, straddling his thighs, and lean down. I kiss my way slowly down his chest, dragging my tongue over the ridges of his abs, following the trail of hair lower until I’m face to face with his cock.

Levi props himself up on one elbow, breathing hard. “Carmen, you don’t have to⁠—”

I wrap my hand around the thick base and stroke him once, slow and firm.

“I want to take care of you,” I say.

Something in Levi snaps.

A low groan tears out of his chest. The muscles in his abdomen flex hard, and his good hand fists the sheets beside him like he’s fighting for control and losing.

His eyes are wild. He looks desperate, and completely gone.

Then I lean down and take him into my mouth.

Levi’s head falls back against the pillow with a wrecked groan. I start slow, dragging my tongue in long, wet strokes up the thick underside, tracing every vein. When I swirl my tongue around the flushed head and suck gently, his hips twitch hard. I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, working him with my hand and mouth in a slick, steady rhythm.

I pull off with a wet pop and wrap my fingers around the base of his cock as I gently pinch the sensitive skin of his balls, rolling them lightly in my palm while I stroke him with firm, twisting pulls.

Levi’s breath catches sharply.

“Fuck— Carmen⁠—”

The way his voice cracks sends a fresh rush of heat between my thighs. I keep playing with him like that—gentle tugs and soft pinches mixed with long, slick strokes—until his thighs start to tremble.

He’s breathing like he’s running a marathon, one hand fisted tight in the sheets, the other twitching at his side.

When I know he’s close, I take him deep into my mouth again, relaxing my throat. Levi’s moan fractures into broken curses. His hips jerk up involuntarily as I work him faster, wet and messy, spit sliding down his shaft.