“There’s people here,” she says breathlessly and I smirk against her skin at how I have turned her on already.
Pulling back, I look at her with my crooked grin. “It’s an action movie and we can hear the TV in here. If they can hear you, then I’m doing a damn good job. In fact,” I kiss the corner of her mouth, “it’s my personal goal tonight to make them hear you scream and moan.”
I grab the hem of her shirt in my hands and yank it over her head. She’s smiling playfully as she unhooks her bra, while I undress.
“You have your work cut out for you, Captain Carr.” Presley scoots back on the bed once she’s naked.
“You’ll be screaming my name in that sexy moan of yours, Smarty. I can promise you that,” I growl as I climb over her. My arms are holding me up over her, as if I’m about to do a push up, so I’m not touching her at all. Leaning down, I whisper into her ear, still not touching her, “You’ll be begging for more.”
Tonight, I want to be inside her more than anything. Quickly, I grab a condom that is sitting on top of my nightstand, one that has been waiting for this moment all day. I roll it on, and then give Presley a hot kiss, loving the taste of her as she digs her fingers into the back of my neck. I lower myself onto her body and slowly enter her.
Smarty pulls away from the kiss, shaking her head. “Harder, Levi.” I groan at her words. “Fuck. Me.” My hips move faster and harder against her as she wraps her legs around my waist.
Dipping my head, I kiss her neck, my words coming out in raspy whispers. “You’re gorgeous, Smarty.” Gently, I pinch her skin between my teeth as I thrust into her. My teeth drag down her neck to her shoulder as I taste my way up her neck and then down her shoulder again.
“Levi,” Presley moans, dragging her nails down my back so hard it stings.
“Not loud enough.” I bite where her neck curves into her shoulder. Smarty arches her back, pressing her further into me as I bring my knees up on either side of her to better anchor myself. “C’mon, Smarty. Scream for me.” My hips pull back until just the tip of me is inside Presley.
“Levi,” she begs, but when I lean forward to nip her shoulder at the same time I drive into her deep and hard, she screams. “Fuck, Levi!” I do the same thing a couple more times before I repeatedly push into her fast and hard as she requested. My back starts to burn as she claws all over, trying to contain the building of pleasure that’s about to fucking burst.
I slam into her with everything I have and she lets out a guttural scream of, “Oh God, Levi.”
Hearing my name grace her voice like that makes me reach my high the second she says it. Panting, I collapse over her, all my energy gone. I love how our bodies are always sticky with a thin layer of sweat. With a soft, precious manner, I kiss her neck.
When Presley and I stop breathing so heavily, she turns her head to look at me.
With a cocky grin, I ask, “Did you just call me a God?”
Presley giggles. “Um, no.”
“I’m pretty sure you said, ‘Oh, God Levi.’”
“Comma placement means everything, Levi. Don’t let your head get any bigger. I said, ‘Oh God comma Levi.’”
Chuckling, I say, “Just go ahead and admit it. You think I’m a God.” When I wink, she giggles again. “We can probably go catch the end of the movie.” Hopefully, she won’t see that I really just want to see if they heard her. I really wanted to meet that goal, and I’m pretty sure I did.
“I guess we can do that.”
While I toss the condom in the trash and we dress, I say, “My back hurts like hell, Smarty.”
“Turn around.” I do. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry, Levi.”
“That bad, huh?” I ask as I turn to face her. She nods. “It was worth it.” I take her hand and lead her into the living room. All the heads turn towards us. The guys are grinning, and the girls give Presley a disapproving look. Smarty hits my arm, realizing this is why I brought her back out of my room.
“You’re terrible, Levi Carr.” She stands on her tiptoes and whispers to me, “Why are there girls here anyway? I thought they weren’t allowed.”
I shrug. “Things changed a little.” We walk over to the only empty seat left and I pull her down into my lap.
“Question,” I say to the group once the movie ends. “Y’all heard her, right? The last part in particular?”
“Levi, we don’t want to hear that,” a bunnie says.
“Oh, we heard all right,” Harper snickers.
“Levi,” Presley warns.
“No, we need to settle this,” I tell her before looking back at the guys. “You would say that she said, ‘Oh, God Levi,’ right? Not ‘oh God, Levi?’ I’m pretty sure she was calling me a God.”