“Love my hands, huh?” I mumble against her hip with a little bite.
Glancing up at her, I watch her as I slide my open hand down her side, over her other hip, and down to where she’s waiting for me.
“So much,” she inhales as I rub my thumb over her clit. There is nothing sexier than her moan when I slip one of my fingers inside her. “Levi,” she breathes.
“Yeah, Smarty?”
“I want you.”
I grin as I kiss the inside of her thigh, moving my finger a little faster after adding another. “That’s exactly what you’re going to get too.” Just not yet. Tucking my thumb away, I bring my mouth down on her, licking, sucking, and biting. “God, you’re so ready for me, aren’t you, Presley?”
She’s soaked, and I’m done with my teasing for now. When I pull my fingers out of her, she practically yanks me up to her. Pres invades my mouth with her tongue, begging for me to take her.
“Why are you still wearing these?” she asks almost frustrated, shoving my shorts down, and I help her finish the job. A smile finds its way on my lips as Presley leads me to her aching core. She’s dying for me to be inside her.
“Just a second, Smarty,” I whisper, leaning over to get a condom from her nightstand. While I roll it over myself, Presley lifts her hips slightly, silently telling me to hurry the hell up.
“Oh, God,” she groans as I push into her forcefully. Her hands grasp my arms while I hold myself up. Thrusting into her powerfully, she yells out my name, bringing me down to claim my mouth. I tug her lower lip into my mouth, suck on it hard, and then bite it, dragging my teeth until her lip pops back.
Smarty drags her fingers down my back, cutting into me as I keep my steady rhythm. Stopping completely, she groans, and I smirk, pulling out, teasing her with just the tip before slamming back into her. I do this a few more times before the build of release becomes too much, and I plunge into her repeatedly until she screams out my name, going limp underneath me as I bite down on her shoulder feeling my release explode around her.
I press my lips to her collarbone gently. “I should stay over more often,” I say quietly, placing another sweet kiss on the bite mark I left on her shoulder.
“Mhm,” is all she says, her eyes closed. When I pull out of her and get up to throw away the condom, she tugs on my arm, eyes bright. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Laughing, I say, “Wanting me again already?”
Presley shrugs, releasing my arm. When I come back from the bathroom, she’s got all the covers wrapped around her. I put on my pants and say, “Smarty, don’t you have a class this morning?”
She groans and rolls over. “And your point is?”
“That you need to get up.” Walking over, I place a kiss on her forehead. “Maybe you should wear a strapless shirt or something.”
“It’s winter. Why would I do that?”
With a cocky grin, I nod at her slightly red shoulder. “So everyone can see it.”
Presley laughs, throwing a pillow at me. “You’re ridiculous, Levi. Maybe you should go shirtless.” She raises an eyebrow at me.
“Marking your territory again, Presley,” I chide knowing that I must have marks on my back. I try and fail to hide my grin. She can mark me all she wants. “C’mon and get up before I change my mind about making you go to class.”
My phone rings, but Presley picks it up first, a small frown on her face. “It’s my brother.”
“Well, answer it.”
“Everything okay, Trev?” she answers. I take a seat beside her on the bed and watch as she smiles. “Are you two becoming friends?” she asks with a glance at me. “Okay,” she says a second later, holding my phone out to me.
“Hey, McCarthy.” Why is he calling me?
“Carr,” he greets. “I was, um, wondering if you wanted to get your team together for a scrimmage later? Figured it would be better than us practicing on our own.”
Oh. “Yeah, sure. No problem. When?”
“When what?” Presley asks.
“Quit being nosey, Smarty,” I tell her.
McCarthy groans and says, “Tomorrow, 7:30?”