Chapter 27

DIANA

Since we’d arrived late at night, the excited commotion throughout the house didn’t last much longer. After Christi freed me from Ginny’s grasp and wrangled her daughter into bed, I joined Levi and his family in their living room for another half hour.

Levi pulled me onto the long, curved sectional couch by his side, nearly tucking me under his arm. He sipped his beer, vaguely watching the end of the game with his dad while his mom flung a barrage of questions at me that I answered politely.

The ostentatious rock star, still in his skull paint and gothic show attire, stood out. He was somehow both amusing and intimidating.

Despite being a rock star of international renown, Levi Stark had such a normal family. Part of me envied that, but a louder voice in my head sang with joy.

The Starks made me feel welcome and included in their family within moments of meeting me. I didn’t know how much of that was because of my former fame, Levi’s younger infatuation, or if that was just the type of people they were.

Though I leaned toward the latter because Levi’s family seemed as kind and as genuine as he was. If my dad hadn’t been as amazing of a father as he was, I couldn’t imagine how I might’ve turned out.

My years as a popstar, and all that fame, could have ruined me without Dad’s guidance. Growing up on a tour bus with a mostly absent mother left me dreaming of families like this one.

Christi noticed my attempt to stifle a yawn behind my hand. She unfurled her legs from the couch, leaning toward me.

“Are you tired, dear? It’s so late. Why don’t I set up the guest bed for you?”

Levi’s arm tightened around my waist. He raised a brow at his mother.

“We’re both twenty-eight. Diana can just sleep in my old room with me,” he said.

Christi side-eyed her husband, almost silently asking for his help at her son’s scandalous suggestion. John willfully ignored her, taking the last swig of his beer.

I bit my lip, silencing a giggle.

Levi lurched off the couch, yanking me with him. He nodded to his parents.

“Don’t worry, we won’t be too loud,” he said.

“Levi!” I scolded, smacking a hand on his chest.

Then I addressed his mother. “I’ll keep him on his best behavior, I promise.”

“I bet you will,” she said, laughing.

Content with my reply, his mother settled back into the couch with John. Although I felt her eyes following us around the corner to the stairs.

At his utterly ordinary bedroom door, Levi halted with his fingers on the handle.

“Don’t judge me for my room, okay? I moved out and began singing right out of high school.”

He twisted the doorknob, but I braced my palm on the wood and pushed past him.

“As long as the bed is big enough for two, I don’t care.”

Levi followed me into the darkness, and his deep laugh made my hair stand on end as if I walked through an electric field. He flipped on a light switch near the door, revealing the room’s interior.

“This is about what I imagined, actually.”

Dark green walls covered in overlapping band posters, a writing desk in the corner, and a bed settled between two windows with black curtains.

“Oh, really?” he mused while shutting and locking the door behind his back.

I nodded enthusiastically and twirled in the center of the room. I dropped onto the edge of the bed, glancing over the room again.

“Yeah, I’m just wondering where this famous poster of me is.”

I found it.

A blown-up poster of me at eighteen, taken from one of my concerts, pinned to the wall directly across from Levi’s bed and hanging over an empty TV stand.

“Ah.” I leaned back and crossed my legs. “So, this is where teenage Levi Stark jerked off?”

“Maybe,” Levi said, approaching the closet door but smirking over his shoulder at me.

“We left our bags at the hotel. We’ll have to get them in the morning. Do you want to borrow a T-shirt?”

The thought of wearing one of Levi’s old shirts perked me up. I shot off the bed and snatched the offered black tee from his outstretched hands in a blink.

“Yes, please.”

I peeled off my dress and bra to pull on the oversized shirt. The lightly worn band T-shirt draped past my hips.

His rich brown eyes never wavered as I removed my tights and panties, abandoning them on the floor. Levi touched his chin, drawing my attention to his gaping mouth.

“Uh, let me go wash my face and we can get in bed.”

I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand from his face. My voice lowered into something sultry.

“No, leave it.”

His brows shot into his hairline, and his throat bobbed when he swallowed.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Levi stood stock still. The tightly wound muscles of his frame trembled under my roaming fingers. I slipped my hands under his coat, smoothed them over his shoulders, and pushed the leather jacket onto the floor.

“Get on the bed,” I requested.

The rock star nearly bowled over me in his rush to obey. Even when he flattened himself on the bed, gazing eagerly up at me, he appeared dark and alluring.

Dragging out the time, making him wait longer, I tugged his boots off, dropping first one and then the other with a soft thump on the floor.

Levi’s sighs rasped out of him, hard and fast by the time I climbed onto the edge of the bed. I knelt at the end of the mattress, watching Levi from under my lashes.

“I want you to show me how you’d do it.”

“Do what?” A devious spark glinted in his eyes.

“Don’t play coy with me, Stark,” I warned.

I climbed over his imposingly long legs, bracing my knees around his.

“Show me how you used to jerk off thinking of me. Here, I’ll help you get started.”

When my fingers angled toward his belt, Levi’s breath hitched. He grasped the blanket by his hips, bunching the fabric in his fists.

His pelvis tipped forward, impatient for me to free the straining bulge in his jeans. The stirring heat between my thighs returned as my greedy fingers tugged his jeans open.

His thick, heavy cock bounced free, encouraging my mouth to water. But I held back, placing my palms flat on my thighs and leaning back.

I meant to observe. I wanted to watch Levi Stark stroke his cock for me.

“Come on baby,” I moaned. “Show me how you touched yourself for me.”

“Fuck,” Levi gritted through his teeth.

He curled his fingers around his cock and began slowly stroking up and down the length.

“What did you imagine?” My voice was breathy and lilting.

“I imagined you stripping for me and showing me every inch of yourself. Fondling your breasts, pinching your nipples, and showing me how wet you were.”

His legs shifted but were trapped between my thighs. He continued jerking off, and a pearl of pre-cum beaded at the tip of his cock.

My hands smoothed up my thighs to my hips, and I lifted the hem of the shirt. Pushing up on my knees, I teased Levi with a view of my slick pussy and undersides of my breasts.

“God, you’re so hot.”

His entire body tensed, and his fist pumped faster over his length.

“And then what?”

“I imagined you sucking my cock, and wishing it was your mouth on me instead of my hand,” he groaned raggedly.

“Oh.” I pitched forward, parting my lips an inch from his cock. “Like this?”

My tongue darted out and lapped up the pre-cum dripping from the head.

A sharp hiss breached his lips. “More. Please take me in your mouth.”

Gladly. My mouth watered for it.

I sucked Levi’s cock into my mouth, making him gasp and writhe. The heady, masculine taste of him flashed over my tongue, stirring me to swallow him deeper into my throat.

“So much better than my imagination. Goddamn, you’re so good at that,” he claimed.

“Mmm,” I mumbled over a mouthful of cock. Drool breached my lips, spilling around his shaft as I licked and sucked him off.

“And I dreamed of you straddling me and riding my cock.”

My mouth withdrew from him, saliva dripped down my chin. “Oh, yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

His hand shot out and snatched the back of my hair. An unbidden yelp passed between my lips when he yanked me forward and our lips crashed together.

Levi’s lean, powerful fingers dug into my hips, guiding me over his erection. I reached one hand between us, encircled my fingers over his hot, throbbing dick, and angled him to my slick cunt.

When I dropped my hips, his length impaled me, stretching me deliciously. Our combined moans mingled between our swollen lips, followed by panting breaths and deepened wet kisses.

I swayed back, pressing my hands against his solid, heaving chest. His muscles flexed beneath my palms, hinting at the dormant strength within his powerful frame.

The sight of Levi in his gothic skull persona was almost frightening, even monstrous. He was hungry, fiendish, volatile, and depraved when those wicked lyrics spewed from his lips.

Onstage, he moved sinfully, like a salacious beast from hell. Yet, beneath me, I had that commanding rock star subdued. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, quaking from the pleasure I granted him.

Each sharp inhale, noise of satisfaction, and desperate grasp for more belonged to me. From this angle, his cock stroked perfectly on a spot within me, receptive to pleasure.

I rocked harder and faster at that angle as the tingling bliss inside of me spread outward. The rippling tide of warmth in my core, heightened by my striking view of Levi, sent me spiraling over the edge.

A flood of liquid gushed around his cock as an orgasm seized me. I bit my tongue, controlling my volume to avoid alerting his family to our tryst.

Levi clenched his jaw so hard I thought he’d crack his teeth. His fingers dug into my hip bones, holding me in place as he spasmed with his release.

The warmth of his cum spraying my walls elicited a shudder down my spine. My legs were utterly jelly afterward. Getting cleaned up for bed was a chore.

Luckily, Levi helped me sneak into the bathroom and back. We giggled like teenagers the entire time.

I fell asleep in his arms, legs entangled under the blankets, glowing with satisfaction. As I dreamed of Levi and warmth, that newly bloomed flower in my heart sprouted vines.

They reached over the broken pieces of my heart and bound them back together.