I abandon her breasts and kiss my way down her stomach. The covers drag down with me and leave her exposed and beautiful. I look up at her to find that she’s watching me intently and hungrily. I grin and kiss her navel.
“Levi,” she breathes heavily yet breathlessly.
I have no doubt that she’ll be saying it more and louder throughout the night. I hook my hands under her knees and spread her wider for me. Presley’s already glistening as I lower my mouth, flicking my tongue so it barely touches her. Her breath catches and I begin to slowly devour her by sucking, grazing my teeth and working my tongue.
Presley writhes underneath me and I place my hands on her hips to stop her, making her moan. I assault her core with my tongue for a few minutes before removing one hand from her hip and inserting my finger. I smile against her when she groans and clenches around me.
“Oh my god, Levi,” she yells as I push in another finger and move them as roughly and as fast as possible. Presley hands grab a handful of my hair and I can feel her stomach tighten as she arches her back, bursting to pieces as she climaxes.
I pull out my fingers and lick her gently one last time. Her hands fall to the side and when I bring myself up to lay beside her, she glances at me with hooded eyes and a wicked grin. Her lips part to say something, but she’s interrupted by a banging on my door. I want to chuckle at her suddenly covering herself up, but the voice on the other side pisses me off.
“If she’s going to be yelling all night, y’all can go somewhere else,” Nichols hollers from the other side.
“Payback’s a bitch, Andrew,” is all I say to him.
“What are you talking about?” Presley asks, rolling to face me.
“He’s been loud when he comes home lately, that’s all.”
She yawns and nods.
“Have I worn you out already?” I smirk.
She giggles and says, “For now, anyway.”
I wish I could say the rest of our night together was spent having sex, but after one more time, Presley was spent and fell asleep. I’ve only spent the night with one girl before. It was only once and it was with Sunny. Usually I leave once we’re finished. Waking up with Presley in my bed is so different from the experience with Sunny. For one, Sunny snores like a man and she doesn’t cuddle.
Presley, on the other hand, managed to get all of the comforter on her side and leaves me with only the sheet. I would probably be cold if not for her body intertwined with mine. Her naked body is so hot against mine and her hair seems to be scattered everywhere, across my chest, shoulder, and even a little on my face. I carefully reach for my phone, so I won’t wake her, but that’s when my alert starts blaring. I quickly turn it off, but it doesn’t even faze her.
“Smarty, wake up,” I say. No response. “Presley,” I call her name a little louder. She snuggles closer to me, something I didn’t even think was possible. I shake her shoulder a little and watch a sight I’ve never seen before. She rolls away from me, taking all the covers, and stretches, releasing a cute little groan. Her knuckles knock against my headboard and then she turns her head to look at me with such pretty, sleepy brown eyes.
“Morning,” she smiles lazily as she curls up into a ball.
“G’morning,” I kiss those pink lips quickly. “You’re a cover hog, you know that?”
Presley shrugs and hands over some of the comforter. “I better go,” she says while closing her eyes.
I laugh. “We do need to get up so I can take you home.”
“But if I get up, I’ll be cold,” she whines.
I shake my head and get up, pulling on a pair of boxers, gym shorts and then a sweatshirt. I grab Presley’s clothes off the floor and hand them to her. “Here. Get dressed underneath the covers so you won’t get cold.”
“That’s kind of sweet,” she says as she takes them. While grabbing my phone and keys off my nightstand, I watch as she wiggles on her clothes. Sweet, huh? When did I start being sweet to girls? Seductive or polite, sure. But sweet? That’s new. I try not to think about it as we both put on our shoes and I take her hand to walk to my car. It’s frigid outside and Presley rubs her hands together in my SUV until the heat blasts through the vents.
Something is off. It’s all I can think about as I drive to Presley’s. I keep glancing her way as she holds my hand in her lap, but she doesn’t notice because she’s looking out the window. I can’t pinpoint what it is exactly, but something isn’t right. It’s not until I’m standing outside of Presley’s door with my arms loosely around her as I give her a kiss that I realize what it is.
“When do I get to see you again?” she asks.
“Um, I don’t know. I’ll call you, okay?”
Presley nods and I can tell that she’s a little disappointed. I give her one more kiss and say, “I’ll call you tonight.” That seems to satisfy her. Once she’s inside, I leave to get ready for the day with my thoughts running rampant. What is wrong with me?! All I wanted was to get her to trust me, fuck her, and then leave her. I’ve accomplished the first two. I’m hesitant to just leave her, though.
If she hadn’t spent the night, called me sweet, or looked disappointed when I answered her question, this would be no problem. It shouldn’t even be a problem to start with actually. I like having her in my bed so maybe, I’ll keep
her around for a little while longer and annoy McCarthy while I’m at it. Win-win for all of us, right?
After my classes, I head to the rink early for practice. We’ve got two games this week and then two more next week, one of which is against JWU. Tomorrow’s game is against a tough team and Coach wants us ready. I don’t get to the rink as early as I’d like, but I have thirty minutes before anyone arrives. It’s just as magical to be on the ice alone as it is during a game with players everywhere and spectators yelling. Practice starts and Nichols is playing better than what he has been. Afterwards, Coach tells him he can play in the next game.