EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Levi

I can't believe the girl I've had a crush on for years, just came in her shorts, grinding against me, making out with me in the dark. 

Bexley Black was every guys wet dream. None of them could admit it though, not without worrying they'd get their asses handed to them by Moses, or someone else from Saints of Black. 

I liked Bexley too much though. I loved the banter we exchanged whenever we ran into one another, pretending our lips had never touched. Pretending there wasn't electric chemistry between us anytime we were in a room together. 

Bexley was a good girl. A hard ass, but still good. And not because she didn't date other guys, but because she was genuinely good. She was nice to everyone, until they deserved otherwise. While the rest of us would get drunk at parties, Bexley stayed sober, not because she didn't want to party, but she stayed sober to keep an eye on her friends. Not letting drunk guys take advantage of them, Bexley was the kind of person you were lucky to know. 

Standing in the dark with her, the scent of her, the feel of her against me as we still kept kissing, our soft slow kisses, turning back into open mouthed kisses, letting our tongues work over one anothers. I kept my hands on her waist. There was nothing I wanted more than Bexley Black. I wanted every part of her, to touch every part of her, to fuck her in all the ways I did other girls while imagining they were her.  But I knew she was obviously a virgin, everyone did. It was part of her appeal for most guys.  They wanted the unattainable the forbidden, to be the first. 

While that was appealing, I can't lie...that's not why I wanted her. Me and Bexley were going to be together. I knew it from the second I'd held her hand on the ferris wheel back then. I wanted to protect her not from her fear of heights, but from everything. 

I keep my hands at her waist, my fingers itching to travel anywhere, but I don't trust them not to touch some of my favorite parts of her. So I slide them back the favorite part she allowed me, her ass. 

I grab it as we kiss and she moans still into my mouth. 

"I can't stop kissing you." she confesses, and almost sounds annoyed. 

I give a chuckle and kiss her mouth again, one hand  from her ass lifting to her face. 

"So don't." I say and my tongue lightly plays along her lower lip as she breathes softly. 

"I'll stand here and kiss you for as long as you'll fucking let me Bexley." I tell her. 

"I love your mouth" I tell her. 

She grabs at my shirt and presses her mouth to mine , as if the kiss is urgent, as if she'd die without it. 

"I want to kiss you everyday Bex" I tell her and she moans and I feel my dick jump as her hands slides down. 

Instead of sliding to my dick, they slide up under my shirt, and I groan at the curiosity of her finger tips as they push up over my stomach. I grin against her mouth as she curses.

"why are you so hot?" she whimpers. 

I let out a laugh, and she groans and her finger tips slide back down my stomach, I groan when she curls her fingers around the top of my jeans and pulls me to her. 

Bexley

I can't keep my mouth, or my hands off of Levi. I'm in so much fucking trouble. If anyone were to ever find out, god...my dad would lock me up. Doesnt matter that im 18, to kiss a guy from the "rival" club? To want the son of the opposing leader? Big no no. No matter how civil they are with each other these days. 

"Levi" my fingers nervously hold onto the waist of his pants, I want to touch him. I want to slide my hand down over the hard bulge that I felt when we were grinding. I'm too nervous. Levi is...experienced. It's no secret the guys in the clubs get women throwing themselves at them as soon as they're made official. Levi has had plenty, I know for sure. Which is why part of me wonders why on earth he has ever wanted anything to do with me. 

His mouth moves from mine and goes to my ear. 

"I want you Baby Bex." he whispers and my eyes flutter and I shiver at the quiet, low, rumbling of his voice as he says it. God I normally hate when he calls me that. But here, in the dark, I want him to say it a hundred times and more. 

"Levi" I whine slightly. 

"I think about you all the fucking time Bex" he says as his mouth brushes my ear and kisses below my ear, I moan as he kisses down my neck. 

I slide my hands from his waist band of his jeans, and I don't know what comes over me, but fuck it. 

"Bex" he growls against my neck as my hand cups him through his jeans. I push my palm over it. I gasp at how hard he feels. 

"God Bex...don't" he growls. 

"Why?" I ask, my hand pausing.

"Because" he groans and finds my mouth with his. 

I frown to myself as he grabs my hand and moves it. 

"It makes me want to fuck you against this wall" he groans against my mouth, and I gasp and then kiss him and he groans as I pull him to me again. 

"Touch me" I pant and grab his hands from my ass and move them up my stomach.

"Bex...no...fuck" he groans, his hands on my stomach, he stops them and grabs my sides. 

"Levi" I whine. "Please"

"We can't ...not like this Bex....I don't want all of our first times together to be in a haunted house." he says and I groan. 

"Levi...please" I whine, wanting his hands on me so fucking bad. 

"I want to be able to see my hands on you when I touch you Bexley...I dont want my hands on you in the dark....I want to be able to see them move over you..." he says as his hands grip at my hips. 

"I want to see your face when my hands touch you. " He groans and kisses me. 

"Then take me somewhere" I whisper against his lips, footsteps still running through the haunted house. 

"Where?" he asks. 

"My house...nobodys home" I tell him. 

Levi

I let out a laugh. 

"Are you trying to get me fucking killed Baby Bex?" I chuckle and grabs her face and kiss her again. She whines. 

"what? are you scared?" she taunts me. 

I laugh. "Uhhhhh, yeah, just a bit....you're dad will cut my dick off" I tell her. 

"No he wont....maybe a finger a two" she says teasing casually, but we both know it's true. 

"One sec" I say, and then step to the outline of the door to the side, I search in the dark for a handle, but I feel Bexley, move closer, I smile, as she holds onto my other arm, still afraid of the dark space. 

I find the handle on the door and turn it and it opens, I push it slowly, and peek out, it's the side of the haunted house, and nobody is around, just the grass a foot or so down. So I turn to her. 

"Meet me at the gate in 10 minutes" I say to her.

"Ok" she says. 

I kiss her once again, then help her down the foot drop first, and wait a minute or so before I hop out and walk the opposite way, into the parking lot where I let my bike. 

Bexley

I walk around the rides, towards the gate, passing the backs of the rides and stands, until I get to the gate. 

After a few minutes I hear the start of a motorcycle, and smile to myself when I see Levi and his blonde hair under his helmet as he pulls out and slowly rides his bike towards the front gate. I take a few steps from the gate, a big smile on my face as Levi drives closer, and I then break into a mini run as he slows. 

I hop onto the back of his bike , he hands me the spare helmet, and I pull it on, and wrap my arms tight around his chest. 

"Hold on" he says loudly over the engine, and then pulls away from the gate. 

I'm cold as we ride away from carnival, and I hope nobody saw us, or nobody passes on the road that knows who we are. 

We don't ride for very far, maybe five minutes, and he pulls into the park along the lake. 

He idles for a moment, then turns off his bike and takes off his helmet, and I take off mine handing it to him. 

We both slide of , and I hate how fucking gorgeous he looks when he flashes his bright white smile at me with a wink. 

"Don't wink at me Remington" I say narrowing my eyes. 

He laughs. 

"Are we going to go back to pretending you don't want me?" he asks with a cock of his brow. 

"Shut up" I say, grabbing his shirt, and pulling him to me. 

"I'm freezing. Warm me up Hawk" I say with a smirk. Using the name everyone in the clubs call him. 

"Yes ma'am" he says, his hands on my arms, rubbing them up and down. 

"not like that you idiot." I say, with a smile and he grins, as I reach my hand up behind his neck and pull him down to me. 

Lifting my chin, I meet his mouth and kiss him with fucking purpose. Mine. My kiss says. 

As I stand on my tip toes, arms around his neck, and kissing him, his hands rest on my waist, and I feel the heat of his hands against my bare skin, and he dares to push his fingers up the back of my shirt. I shiver even more as his fingers gently glide over my lower back. 

Levi

I shiver too at the intensity of her kiss, and I swear nobody has ever kissed me with as much passion as Bexley has tonight. Like I said, there's just something there between us. Something more than what I've ever shared with anyone else. 

I slide my hands further up her back, her skin is so soft, and let my fingers push up over the back of her bra, wanting so badly to slide my hands around and grab her perfect chest. 

But I slide my fingers back down the middle of her back, along her spine and find that cute round ass again and squeeze it through her tight little shorts. 

"C'mon" I say. Pulling back and smiling at the slight frown on her face as I stop kissing her. 

"Let's take a walk." I say, grabbing her hand. 

She takes my hand, and follows beside me, as we walk the path along the lake. There's lamps that illuminate the path like they would on the street.

"How come you never tried to get with me?" she asks. 

My head turns, my eyebrows jumping in surprise. 

"What?" I ask with a slight laugh, looking at her as we walk. 

"I mean....you kissed me once....then again...once every year...till tonight...how come you never tried to do more than steal a kiss before tonight?" she asks. 

I shrug. 

"I wanted to. I've always wanted to. Your the daughter of the Saints of Black leader for one.  Two, I've always believed you deserve better than someone like me and.."

"What?" she says, stopping , still holding my hand making me turn. 

"You're a good girl Bexley....you shouldnt be interested in a club guy." I say with a shrug. 

"You sound like my dad" she says. 

I chuckle. "Well, he's scary...but he's not stupid....and he's right...you're better than club life." I tell her. 

I watch her just look at me. 

"Don't put me on a pedestal Levi....cause I don't belong there....and you deserve good things....we all do....." she says.

I sigh and shake my head. "I'm not a good guy Bex" I tell her. 

"You don't know what goes on behind the scenes....I know you know sort of...but...I doubt your father or brothers have ever explained in detail some of the shit that happens....shit we have to do..." I say. 

"I mean, I could guess." she says. 

"And the things you can guess, are any of them good?" I ask her. 

"Well....no" she says. 

"Exactly. I'm not a good guy. None of us are." I tell her. 

"I dont care." she says. 

I look at her, and step closer and look down at her as she lifts her chin to look up at me. 

"You should." I say. 

"You can call me Baby Bex all you want Levi...but I'm 18....I can make my own choices...I don't need anyone telling me what is and isnt good for me." she says. 

I let out a long sigh and just look at her determined face, the angry little pull of her lips.  The annoyance that I see in all of the girls who are born into the clubs families. The overprotected ones. 

"If anyone finds out Bex..." I say. 

"They wont." she says. And I wish I could believe it, and I choose to in that moment. 

"Now shut up and kiss me Levi, before I make you wait another year." she says.