She smiles. “Then what were we talking about?”
I glance at Trevor and Marley, both who are smirking. “You were talking about hockey,” I guess. Presley shakes her head. “School?”
“Nope. We decided that you should pay for dinner. Since you didn’t object because you were obviously listening, I’m going to say that you’re cool with that?”
“Of course I am.”
So I get roped into paying for dinner, and then I’m taking Presley back to her apartment. Her hand is trailing a dangerous path up and down my inner thigh. From the corner of my eye, I see her shift in her seat to look at me.
“Are we finally going to celebrate when we get home?” She asks.
I fake a yawn. “I’m tired now. You kept me out longer than I thought we would be, so it’s going to have to wait until tomorrow, I’m afraid.”
We pull into the parking lot and I turn off the car, looking over at Presley. She’s watching me carefully, so I yawn again as if to prove my point.
“You’re tired?” I nod and she laughs. “I don’t believe you.” Presley shrugs. Just as I think she’s about to get out of the car, she climbs over into my lap.
“What are you doing?” I ask as she reaches down, lifting the lever on my seat to scoot us backwards and then another to lay the seat down.
“I’m finding out if you’re really tired or if you’re trying to teas
e me.”
Presley runs her hands over my chest, down to my stomach, and runs a lone finger right above my jeans. I swallow hard. She glances up at me with a small smile on her lips. Next, she comes forward to kiss me while she unbuttons my pants, the sound of the zipper loud in my car.
“Tired?” Presley mumbles against my lips.
“Mhm,” I lie. I bring my hands up to grasp her neck, closing the little space between us. She moans when I bite her lower lip. When I reach down to her jeans, I mumble, “Why the fuck did you wear jeans, Smarty?”
“Thought you were tired,” she laughs.
“Just get out of these jeans.” As an afterthought, I add, “And get in the backseat.”
“Yes, sir, Captain Carr.” She grins before leaving my lap for the backseat. I put my seat back into position and once she’s shimmied out of her jeans, I get out of the car and move to the back with her. “Why did you get to do that and I had to crawl back here?” Presley questions.
“Seriously? I’m 6’4”. Way too big.”
Smirking, she says, “I’ll be the judge of that. Now, where were we?”
Presley tugs at my jeans again. Lifting my hips, she pulls them just below my knees before straddling my lap. She kisses me hard, desperate, and I reach between her legs. She’s slick and wet already. I need to be inside her right now. Presley wraps her fingers around my cock, stroking me, causing me to groan.
“Now, Smarty,” I growl, pulling her hips closer to me.
“In a rush?” She teases.
Before I can respond, she leads my tip to her entrance before lowering herself on me. My head falls backwards as she starts to move, kissing my neck. My fingers reach for her shirt, a need to feel more. To touch her skin and caress her breasts. I lift it up and over her head, which then falls back as I pull down her bra and my mouth descending on her nipple to suck. When I graze my teeth over the sensitive skin, Presley bucks against me.
With my other hand firmly against her lower back, urging her to keep moving, I move my lips upwards. I sharply nip pinches of her skin.
“Oh God, Levi,” she breathes. Her movements slow just a bit, so I grip her hips to keep her on pace.
Skimming my teeth over her shoulder slowly, back and forth, I mutter, “Do you want me to bite, Presley?” Every few seconds, I press my teeth down with little pressure.
“Mhm,” she hums.
“Prove it.”
Her hands grab the back of the seat for leverage, and she begins to ride me with renewed energy. With one hand, I tease the nipple on one of her breasts while the other slips between her legs, finding that sweet spot to rub. Presley squeezes around me, and I know she’s getting closer. Bringing my mouth back to her shoulder, I kiss and nibble. She groans my name, just as I part my lips wider to bite down on that spot I love so much.