Hers

CHAPTER 7

In all my years, I’ve never been on a real date. Back in college, Daniel never took the time to plan anything special. I thought shit like this only existed in Hollywood. Levi never releases his tender grip on my hand as he walks me to the center of the thick glass window. I release his hand and grasp the railing in front of me as the entire room starts to move, climbing into the night sky. Lights line the outside of the spacious, moving room, leaving a low glow shining into our private space.

“The view is beautiful. The city is gorgeous at night.” I stare out as far as the eye can see. Lights shine in the night sky over London. Landmarks glisten in the distance and the rich history of the city is catalogued in my memory.

“Not nearly as beautiful as you, Seven,” Levi counters. Smooth. I want to laugh at him, but I just smile uncomfortably. I’m not good at accepting compliments on my looks; I never have been.

“Laying it on thick, Levi.” I turn for the table, taking my wrap off and laying it on one of the two antique chairs.

“Hey, I speak nothing but the truth.” He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my midsection, and nuzzling his nose into the hair resting around my shoulders. “You smell good enough to eat.” His words send a shock through me, and my pussy slowly becomes slick with my need for him. Moving out of his arms, I walk back to the glass, only to discover we’re almost at the very top of the Eye. His arms wrap around me once again, and my anxiety starts to flee.

I turn in his arms, my back pressed against the glass and railing. He gently lifts me and presses my ass onto the railing as a seat. We’re almost level, but he still stands taller than my petite frame. I stare into his eyes, not knowing what comes next. Anticipation builds through my veins as I watch his expression carefully. His eyes show me lust, and hunger. He wants to ravish me, as much as I want him to.

“Seven,” he says as he leans in and kisses me. His lips work slowly, barely grazing. His tongue skims my plump bottom lip and sucks it between his teeth, coaxing my hungry mouth open. I allow his entry, and I meet every stroke of his tongue with one of my own.

We play this game for what seems like an eternity, but in reality, it’s only a few minutes. His hands start to explore my body and my nipples stand at attention against my barely there bra. As my dress shifts, I feel his strong fingers caressing my inner thighs. Remembering we are in a very public place, in a room made of glass, I start to pull back. Sex in public has never bothered me before; if anything, it has always set me on fire with want. But the fact that we are in a foreign country on a business trip kind of ruins it for me.

“We can’t do this.” I break our kiss. My head falls back onto the glass wall and I let out a sigh.

“Yes, we can. I paid for this private room for hours. We will fuck up against this glass, then eat that delicious gourmet meal, Seven.” His words turn me on more than they probably should. But I can’t deny it anymore. I want to fuck him, just as bad as I want all the strangers on the ground below us to watch as he takes me against this glass wall.

“Fuck me, Levi. Fuck me hard against this wall for all of fucking London to see.”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement. Reaching up my dress, he tears at my panties, pulling them down until they slide over my heels, still firmly in place on my feet. “Oh baby, I plan on it. I’ve been waiting to get back inside this tight little cunt for days. I can’t get enough of your pussy, Seven.” His dirty talk cheers me on as I reach for the zipper on his expensive dress slacks, pulling it down and reaching in, expecting to come in contact with the sexy boxer-briefs he always wears. But to my surprise, his velvet cock falls right into my hand. Hard and leaking the littlest bit of pre-cum, anxious to fill me.

“Fuck!” he bellows as my hand starts to work him. He pulls my fist away and runs his hands through his hair.

“What, Levi?” He’s clearly distraught about something.

“I fucking forgot condoms. I was too busy planning everything else.” He’s pissed, and so am I. I can honestly say I have never fucked without a condom in my entire life. Then again, besides Daniel, I have never fucked the same person twice.

My body aches for him deep inside me; throwing caution to the wind even more, I speak. “I’m clean, and protected.”

My words wash over him in relief. “Are you sure you’re okay with it?” His question lingers in the air between us as I wait to respond to him.

“Yes,” is all I can say before he attacks me once again. His mouth crashes hungrily against mine as I feel the head of his dick press against my wet opening. In one frantic thrust, he drives his thick cock deep inside me. I gasp and moan all at once.

“Oh fuck!” Another moan slips from my lips as he licks up and down my neck, stopping to bite occasionally. My hands work through his dark locks, as my legs wrap around his waist, frantically holding on for dear life as he fucks me up against the glass wall.

“Oh, Seven. Your pussy is so fucking good. I could spend all night in it.” God, I wouldn’t mind having him inside me all night like this.

The feeling of skin-on-skin is nothing short of amazing. I can see why so many people rave about fucking bareback. I can feel every ridge and delicious detail of his glorious cock. He shifts and I can feel the head of his erection rubbing my G spot. Once, twice, and, on the third time, the orgasm crashes over me, out of nowhere. “FUCK! Levi, oh my God! Your dick is magic. Fuck me harder! I’m coming. Oh, fuck, I am coming!” I can’t help but scream. His pace increases and I can feel him twitching deep inside me, as my pussy continues to grip his cock.

“Fuck!” he cries and his come pours inside my waiting cunt. The hot jets fill my pussy, and I can feel my second orgasm of the night coming. The feeling of him emptying his seed into me sends me over the edge.

“Levi! Oh God! Again! I’m coming again! Don’t stop! Don’t stop fucking me!” He keeps pumping into me while I scream.

My ass is pressed against the glass and the railing, and Levi is panting against my ear. The aftershocks of our orgasms ripple through our bodies as we hold onto each other.. I can feel him slowly start to pull his semi-hard dick out of my soaked pussy, followed by his come dripping slowly down my leg. This probably ranks up there in the hottest moments of my life.

He steps away slowly, tucking himself back into the dress pants. His smile could light up the dark London night sky. I run my finger along my inner thigh, cleaning the come he left behind. His dark eyes go wide as he watches every move I make. When my come covered finger dips into my mouth, he stalks forward and his lips crash on mine, sharing the mixture of our juices between our mouths.

“This is really delicious.” I take another bite of the traditional fish and chips Levi had catered for our little date. I never thought I could enjoy such a simple meal in an over the top setting.

“You said you wanted to give it a try this week, so I made a couple calls to find the best fish and chips in London.” I can’t help but smile at the effort he went through for my meal. I think back to the plane ride over; my stomach had been grumbling and I’d made some backhanded comment about the traditional British dish.

“Finish up. Our next pass we get off.”

I can’t help but laugh. I’ve already gotten off twice, and I look forward to it a couple more times tonight. I pop a last piece of fish into my mouth, and wash it down with a sip of the divine white wine Levi picked for the evening. If there’s one thing he has going for him, it is impeccable taste in wine. I will just jot that one down in the plus category. I’d started making an internal list of the good and bad when it came to whatever this was we were about to embark on. Firmly planted in the good category were his dick size, how he uses it, sexual openness, his taste in wine, the fact that he didn’t get all huffy when I bossed him around, and well, he isn’t half bad on the eyes.

The negatives are plentiful, though: the ex-wife, the fact that we work together in such a major capacity, my own personal insecurities about keeping him sexually satisfied so he doesn’t have the need to look elsewhere. However, what stands out most to me is the fact that we know so little about each other. I have no idea what Levi is looking for long term. Kids aren’t a priority - that much I know - but other than that, I’m completely in the dark. Something that is difficult for me on so many levels.

I’m trying to clear my head, shaking all the cobwebs lose, when he notices I am deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about, Seven?” Levi asks from across the table, placing his wine glass down on the table and concentrating on my face. Should I be honest? The night has been beyond nice; should I ruin it with the messy details of the chance at something more than just fucking, he has been begging me for?

There is no better time than the present, right? The longer this all drags out, the more likely someone is going to get hurt. So I go for it.

“I was thinking how little we really know about each other. I mean, we know basics, but when you asked me for that chance, I don’t know what exactly you want a chance at.”

He smiles casually, like he’s been expecting for my loaded question.

“Seven, I can’t answer that, because I don’t know. I want to be with you all the fucking time. I know that. I’m not looking to walk down the aisle again so quickly, kids aren’t in my five year plan, and I am still raw from everything with my ex. But when I’m with you, I can’t think of another woman. When I’m not with you, I crave everything about you. From the scent of your skin to the electricity that flows through me when I lay a single finger on you. I’ve tried to tell myself to fuck you out of my system, but every time I bury myself deep inside your deliciously tight pussy, I want more. It is never enough. I could fuck you all day long, and want you all night. This…” he points back and forth between our bodies across the table, “this isn’t going away. It’s getting stronger, and I don’t know what to do. Please, just tell me you will dive in with me.”

My jaw is somewhere on the fucking floor. Never once in my life have I had a man go that Hollywood on me. I mean, no one has ever genuinely wanted me for me. Ever. I’m not sure whether I should throw my arms around him and kiss the ever loving shit out of him, or run for the hills. The latter sounds pretty damn appealing right now, but I’m still stuck in this capsule in the sky, waiting for it to descend back to Earth.

“I don’t even know what to say, Levi.” I gulp down the last bit of wine inside my glass, and proceed to pour another glass. “What you see isn’t what you get. It has been a long time since I’ve let anyone this close to me.” Hell, even when I was with Daniel, I didn’t have the desire to let him in the way I do when it comes to this man. He has me completely fucked up in the head. I love and hate every fucking minute of it.

“Seven, you don’t understand me. I don’t care what I get. I want you. I don’t want some front of who you are sometimes. I want the real Seven James.”

Cue the emotional breakdown in three, two, one… Blast off!

“You don’t want me, Levi. I am fucked up. Nobody wants me.” I can hear Blue’s words echoing through my mind. “She doesn’t want you, Seven. Nobody does, and nobody ever will.” I stand, picking up the wine glass and make for the door as the moving glass room comes to a halt. Perfect fucking timing for me to bolt. It would be fucking ideal if I wasn’t sharing a goddamn hotel room with him. Dammit!

“Seven, don’t you dare fucking run from me!”

I hear his loud footsteps behind me. My heels click across the pavement; I run as quickly as I can in these fucking shoes. One day I will finally wear flats, I swear on everything that is fucking holy.

I wave him off as I grip my clutch under my arm, and hold the wine glass with everything I have. What I really need is a nice pint of Jameson’s right about now. I need the smooth burn of the amber liquor down my throat.

My pace slows, and my feet are fucking killing me. There is no way I am ever going to be able to outrun this guy. What a mistake I made ever getting involved with him. I feel his hand grasp my upper arm, pulling my body toward his waiting arms. The glass of wine falls from my hand, shattering all over the concrete.

“Seven, for fuck’s sake! Will you just stop and talk to me? We were having such a good night. What the fuck happened?”

He’s hurt. I can hear it in his voice. My body trembles against his chest as he holds me tight in his strong arms. A single tear falls from my eye. Emotion overcomes my entire being, and my soul is warmed from nothing more than his touch. This man actually wants me, in all my fucked up glory. He wants me. He wants little, broken, unwanted Seven James. The little girl who couldn’t even grab the want and love she desperately craved from her own parents all these years.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay, Seven. Let’s go back to the hotel.”

I start to walk, but Levi scoops me up into his arms as we make our way to the limo, waiting at the curb. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. Something I have only ever done with Star. I close my eyes and listen to the rhythm, boom boom, boom boom, boom boom. My body relaxes against his. The mere sound of his heartbeat is enough to send me to sleep. The connection between our bodies is undeniable. But can we weather the storm of my demons?