Breakaway (9 page)

“Levi.” He smirks as I say his name and then a finger enters me. I am sure I’m going to pass out from the lack of oxygen as Levi is working on me. He knows exactly where to touch me. He groans as he adds another finger inside me. I rock faster against him as I feel myself getting ready to come. It’s been so long since someone has touched me so lovingly. Just when I am at my breaking point, Levi pulls his fingers out of me.

“What are you doing?” I gasp.

“Easy, Smarty.” He gently kisses my lips. “We’re just starting to have fun.” Levi sits up on his haunches and pulls my pants and underwear off. I’m laying completely naked in front of Levi Carr.

“Holy fuck, Presley. You’re stunning.” His blue eyes drink me in as he looks me up and down. I can’t help but feel special by his words. With my hands still shaking with desire, I reach for his belt and undo it. I can feel his hardness as I unzip his jeans. I pull them down as far as they will go and begin to stroke him. Levi stares up and lets out a groan. With each stroke, Levi’s breathing becomes ragged.

I want to do more to him right there, right now, but it seems Levi can’t wait because he pushes me back down. He stands up, pulls his jeans off, and grabs a condom from the night stand. I watch him put on the condom and settle back over me.

“Presley, are you sure?” I have never been more sure of anything. I tug on his hips and guide him down closer to me. I open my legs wide to accommodate his size as he glides into me. There is slight pain as he enters me fully. But our rhythm picks up and the pain turns into pleasure.

I keep saying his name over and over and he gains more speed. His grunts are the greatest sounds in my ear. I can feel myself getting ready to explode as Levi bites down on my shoulder. I dig my nails into his back as I explode around him, saying his name. Levi follows suit after a few more thrusts into me.

We stare at each other trying to catch our breath as a light sheen of sweat covers us. Bliss is the first feeling that washes over me when I come down from my sex high.

“Holy shit, Smarty.” Levi is still panting as he looks at me.

“I hope that means you enjoyed yourself.” I bat my eyes at him.

“You have no idea.”

Levi

I’ve never had a girl call out my name and make it sound so hot. When Presley said it, especially that last time, it was full of desire and pure satisfaction. I can’t help my smirk.

“What’s that for?” she asks, looking at my lips.

I trail a finger over her collarbone. My thoughts are sort of in two different directions, and I figure I’ll tease her first. “You were a bit loud, don’t you think?”

I watch those eyes as they turn from happy to embarrassed when she realizes the point behind my question.

“Oh my god!” She hits my arm. “I forgot you had company,” she groans.

I chuckle and she slaps my chest playfully before rolling to lay on her back. Presley’s skin shines slightly and I can’t help but grin at how that thin layer of sweat is from us. As if realizing that she’s simply laying naked in front of me, she moves and quickly covers up.

“Hey,” I say low and seductively. I didn’t mean to, but the tone and words are out of my mouth before I can stop myself. “Why,” I kiss her shoulder, “don’t you stay here tonight?”

Presley turns her head to look at me and then runs a hand through her hair. She looks away from me, staring at my ceiling, and closes her eyes. I assume she’s thinking. What is there to think about anyway? All she has to do is say yes. I curve a finger around her chin and make her look at me. I can tell that she wants to stay, but something seems to be holding her back.

“I can take you home once the guys leave and the other two go to bed, if you don’t want to stay. Otherwise, they’ll say something. Well, Harper won’t, but Nichols definitely will.”

Presley always seems to make a decision after I’ve given her an out. Usually a decision that works in my favor. This time is no different.

“No,” she begins, rolling back to face me and placing her hands flat on my chest. “I’ll stay, but I have an early class tomorrow.”

“Okay, no problem.” I reach across her to where my phone is sitting on my nightstand. It’s been there since I came back from Presley’s. I enter my passcode and my messages pop up, showing she texted me. “What time?” I ask, switching to my alarm and setting it to six when she answers. “Hey,” I ask, thinking of where we are. “How did you find out where I live?”

Presley’s cheeks flush and she looks a little guilty. “Marley talked Jere into telling her. Why?”

I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it. You.” I smile as I get under the covers and pull her to me. “You’re going to be very happy and tired by the time you leave in the morning.”

She raises an eyebrow, pretending to be skeptical. “Oh, really?”

“Most definitely.” I end our conversation by kissing her, a plan already in my head. I shift and hover over her as those hands of hers grab on my upper arms and dig. Oh, that is so hot. Leaving her lips behind, I nip and nibble my way down her neck and chest. One hand grabs her breast and focuses on twisting and tugging her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I take the other one into my mouth, swirling my tongue before biting down gently. Presley’s fingers leave their place to bury themselves into my hair.

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.

I want to hit him when he smirks at Jere. This is a team and he doesn’t need to boast about getting his spot back when he shouldn’t have lost it in the first place. Nichols should be happy, sure, but he doesn’t need to try and put down his teammate. I catch up to Jere in the hallway on the way out. He’s one of the last to leave again.

“Hey, Jere.”

“What’s up, Captain?” He grins.

“Don’t let Nichols get to you, alright? You’ve been playing really well and Coach has noticed. Keep doing what you’re doing and it’ll pay off.”

“He doesn’t bother me, but thanks. Are you heading to the gym?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, but I probably should.”

“Good. You can spot me,” he laughs.

We agree to meet there in twenty minutes. That’ll give me enough time to grab a quick bite to eat. I call my old man and check on him. He’s still coughing and when I tell him he should go to the doctor, he laughs. I’ll have to go see him soon, I guess. After that, I call Presley like I said I would.

When she answers, she’s laughing as she says, “Will you quit?” Presley’s laughter calms down and then she speaks to me. “Hey, Levi.”

“Really? You’re going to talk to him while I’m here?” I hear McCarthy in the background and smile.

“Hey, Smarty. Tell McCarthy I said hello to him too.”

“I am not. Be thankful he hasn’t stolen my phone from me yet. How was your day?”

“Fine. Yours?”

“It went downhill after this morning,” she sighs.

I laugh. “I’m sorry about that. I’m on my way to the gym, but I figured I’d give you a call.”

“Want to come over afterwards? I can fix you a late supper?” she asks hopefully.

“I just ate. Thanks, though.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll let you go workout then.” She sounds disappointed.

“Hey, Smarty?” I wasn’t planning on seeing her at all today, but I guess I can.

“Yeah, Levi?”

“I’ll bring dessert if you miss me that badly,” I say with a smile.

“Ha, don’t kid yourself, Levi. But if you insist...”

I chuckle and say, “Oh no. If you want me to come over, you’re going to have to insist on it.” She’s silent for a second and I know it’s probably because McCarthy is there.

“Hey, Trev. Will you go check my mail? I forgot to check it earlier.” I hear her ask him. “Thanks.” A couple of seconds pass and I can’t help but grin as I wait. “Levi Whatever-Your-Middle-Name-Is Carr, I could kick your ass.”

“You started this, Presley,” I interrupt quickly.

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that you come over, not for dessert, but so I can kick your ass.”

I snicker. “That’s all I wanted to hear. See ya, Smarty.”

“Bye, Levi.”

I’m at the gym as I have been for the latter half of our conversation. Inside, I find Jere easily and we work out. He apologizes for handing out my address, and I tell him that it’s no big deal. Well, it is depending on how badly things end with Presley when I do leave her. I don’t need McCarthy showing up at my house, but I could handle him if he did, especially if Gavin and Andrew are there. Not going to worry about that too much, though. Instead, I focus on the task at hand, which is working out.

A shower and an hour and a half later, I’m heading to Presley’s after a little pit stop. The nights seem to be getting colder and colder. I rap twice on her door and wait. My fingers wrapped around the plastic cup holding a strawberry milkshake are frozen by the time Presley opens the door. She’s wearing sweatpants and hoodie again, but this time it has the Penguins logo on them.

“Aw, is that a strawberry milkshake for me?” she asks, clearly excited as she lets me in.

“I told you I’d bring dessert,” I say and hand it to her. Presley’s smile is breathtaking and she stands up on her tiptoes to kiss me, but I have to lean down in order for her to reach.

“Thank you, Levi.”

‘It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a milkshake, Smarty.’ That’s what I want to say, but I don’t. Presley takes my hand and tugs me into her living room to sit. I take a seat on one end of the couch and she sits on the other, propping her bare feet in my lap as she slurps her milkshake. The action takes me off guard at first, but I don’t pay it too much attention. She’s just getting comfortable.