Chapter 21

LEVI

Our lips locked, and Diana’s eager little tongue slipped into my mouth. I didn’t mind the lingering taste of vanilla coffee when her plump lips were so mind-numbing.

My pants slipped farther past my hips as she jerked my cock, and I stumbled back a few steps. I released her shoulders and blindly tugged my wallet from my back pocket.

Once my fingers fished out the leather, I broke the kiss to get a condom. Diana released a whimper against my neck at the loss of my mouth, and the beautiful sound of need sent me reeling.

“Fuck,” I muttered, unrolling the rubber as fast as humanly possible. Her fingers knotted in my shirt, and my hands dropped to her waist.

I raised the hem of her dress over her ass and grabbed a handful, pulling her stomach into my straining cock. She rubbed herself against me as our mouths locked together again.

The back of my knees hit the piano bench, and I reflexively dropped into the seat. Diana tipped forward, following my mouth as I fell.

With my hands on her round ass, I tugged her into my lap. She braced her knees on the bench and straddled me.

Her hands curved over my shoulders, causing a shiver to race along my spine from her delicate touch. I wove one hand into her hair as we kissed and used my grip to control her movement.

More lewd noises passed from her lips into mine, eliciting an aching throb in my cock. My other hand drifted between our bodies and settled between her thighs.

I traced my thumb over the thin panties she wore, pressing into her slit. Her arousal had already soaked through the fabric.

“So wet already, Diana?” I followed up with a teasing kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“I can’t help it. It’s embarrassing,” she replied, casting her gaze to the floor.

My hand whisked from her hair to her face. I hooked one finger under her chin and brought her gaze back to mine.

Trapped in my line of sight, she bodily trembled in my lap.

“No, don’t be embarrassed. Ever. You’re perfect,” I said.

I kissed her once more. Swiftly, to steal the unease at the edge of her nerves. With my thumb, I shoved her panties out of the way.

As my digit nudged between her slippery sex, she inhaled shakily. I circled over her swollen clit, which forced her to exhale and shudder against me.

My hand on her chin snuck around the back of her neck to hold her in place. I spoke with further reassurance into her quivering lips.

“Please don’t feel ashamed or embarrassed about how your body reacts, Diana.” Then my fingers slid through her glistening folds, and her cunt clenched around me.

“This pussy was made for me, and I truly believe that.” Diana dug her nails into my shoulders, and her sharp, ardent gaze speared through me.

“Then fuck me already,” she flung back. I needed more than that before I entered her.

Our connection went deeper than music and our contract, and I longed for more—for everything she could offer me. More than physical intimacy, I wanted her heart.

“Oh, I will, I promise.” Withdrawing my fingers caused Diana’s hips to writhe in my lap. She needed her pretty, tight cunt filled, and I’d oblige her desire once I got what I wanted.

“Diana, I want you to be mine,” I admitted.

“Levi.” Diana struggled for air over my name. A second that felt too long passed as her eyes glittered.

Then she nodded avidly before panting, “I… I am. I’m yours.” Steam exploded out of my ears and little hearts burst in my eyes as I stared at the enchanting beauty in my lap, agreeing to my possession.

My chest heaved with my next breath, and beastly urges took over my actions. I crushed Diana in my arms, and she yelped in surprise.

In the next heartbeat, I surged off the bench, cradling her against my chest as I flipped us around. My cock bumped into her pussy several times as I kicked the bench out of my way and set her backside on top of the piano lid.

She gasped as the frigid surface met her fevered skin, but her lovely eyes never wavered from mine.

“Say it again,” I demanded.

“I’m yours,” she said. Her voice was thin, but firm. I gripped the base of my cock and angled the head toward her dripping hole.

She bit her bottom lip and whined at the back of her throat when I shoved the tip inside her. “Yeah, songbird, that’s right. You’re fucking mine.”

I barely had to thrust to bury myself in her. Her fluttering walls swallowed every inch of my length as though her body needed to be filled.

Erotic moans breached her lips over and over each time I pulled out and rammed into her. I grunted, satisfied beyond belief at the sensation of Diana’s silken, wet heat wrapped around me and pulling me impossibly deeper.

At first, I missed the light sound of a snap over our increasing moans and grunts. Until suddenly, everything felt more intense.

There was more sensation sliding along me. Diana was so wet, and so tight. It forced me to grit my teeth at the overwhelming bliss that ran from my chest to my tightening balls.

~Oh, fuck. The condom broke.~ Every muscle in my body flexed, turning into stone. I tensed up, preparing to withdraw to grab another condom.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, trapping me inside her unbelievably sweet body.

“Diana, the condom broke. I need to get another one,” I rasped.

“Levi, just a little longer, please. I’m so close,” she begged. Her hips rolled against me, and I couldn’t help but meet her in another deep thrust.

The electric shaking in her body that always rolled through her before an orgasm swept through her. I dropped a hand between us and rubbed my thumb over her clit to send her over the edge sooner.

If she didn’t come soon, I’d be forced to come inside. Diana’s back arched off the piano lid, and a throaty groan of relief rose from the depths of her lungs.

She sang for me, beautiful and heavenly, as she climaxed on me. Her moans paired with her bare, wet body milking me unleashed a primal thought within me.

I realized I wanted to come inside of her so badly, and she felt so good—too good to stop. I needed to fill her, claim her, and see my cum drip out of her tight, used body.

But she came, and I had to pull out. I tried, God help me, I tried. However, Diana tightened her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper.

She knew I needed to pull out. We both knew, but it felt ~too good~. “Oh, fuck, Diana, I’m going to come.”

The words grated through me as my breath sawed through my chest.

“I’m on the pill, Levi.” Diana pushed her pelvis farther into mine, keeping me caged between her thighs and melting in her slick body.

I couldn’t do more than grind myself into her and roll my hips in tight circles. My eyes began rolling back into my head, but I forced them forward onto the wanton creature beneath me.

“Fine,” I growled. “If you want my cum, you’re going to take it. All of it.”

Her legs shook enough for me to drill into her harder and faster.

“Ah, yes, I want your cum. Fuck, Levi, that’s so good,” Diana cried out, her walls fluttering around me as she came again.

A fresh wave of arousal gushed around my length, and the wet slapping of me pounding into Diana sent me over the edge. I strained as my balls emptied every drop of my load as deep as I could sink myself.

Minor twitches cascaded through her, and her chest rose and fell with each breath. Even after Diana stopped shaking and I eased up, her legs remained locked around my waist.

Every few seconds, her body clenched on me again, keeping it from going completely limp.

“Songbird, if you don’t let go of me, I’m going to get hard again,” I warned.

Pink stained her cheeks at the threat, but she only squirmed against me.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind—”

The abrupt ringing of my cellphone cut her off. Her eyes went round as she stared up at me. The sensual cloud cleared from her mind as she realized the way we were entangled and what had just happened.

Diana dropped her legs, causing me to slip out and step back. Then she leapt from the piano, shaky hands hastily pulling down her T-shirt dress.

She muttered, “You should answer that. I’ll be in the restroom.”

My eyes stayed on her firm yet bouncy ass as she escaped the recording room. It was cute that she seemed so flustered after begging for my cum.

I rolled my eyes at the name on my phone but answered with a false cheer as I buttoned my jeans.

“Hey, Raymond. What’s up?”

My manager asked through the line, “I wanted to check on your progress with Diana. You’re not giving her a hard time, are you?”

“We’re making great progress, actually. We work very well together. Diana is also a fucking genius, so it’s no surprise she’s working quickly,” I added, thinking about how quickly she worked despite our distractions, which still exceeded others in the industry.

“That’s good to hear,” Raymond responded.

I was about to reply and end the call when his follow-up comment hit me like a punch in the gut.

“I also wanted to reach out and let you know we found someone to sing the female chorus needed for the album.”

“Yeah, and who is that?” I asked, feeling an eerie sensation of icy claws tracing down the back of my neck.

Raymond answered, “Scarlett Daze. After the last time you worked together, she said it would be a pleasure to work with you again.”

I felt my intestines knot and drop to the bottom of my stomach. I swallowed hard, trying not to groan.

“Okay, thanks for letting me know,” I managed to say before clicking the phone off and squeezing it between my white-knuckled fingers.

After what happened last time, I couldn’t work with Scarlett again.

Diana had just agreed to be mine seconds ago. Now that I had her, there was no one else I wanted to work with, and no one else that I wanted to sing for me.