It was a very long night. I masturbated as enthusiastically as possible, but the harder I chased my orgasm, the farther away it got, until it was fishtailing out, kicking up gravel, and giving me the finger as it disappeared laughing into the night.

I wanted Levi, on me, around me, and inside me. Most especially inside me. Instead, I lay there listening for any rustling sound that Levi was deeply regretting his decision and working up the nerve to come crawling, begging, but heard ...