What Are The Odds?: A college hockey romance. (Phil-U Book 1)

Grace

This time when I woke with Levi’s hard length pressing against my stomach, I got to work. I slipped from beneath his heavy arm and climbed on top of him. He looked good in the morning. He always looked good. He had one arm slung above his head and his face was restful. I traced the curves of his bicep, eliciting a shiver. Next, I kissed the dent in his chest between his pecks. He began to stir. I licked along the trail of hair that begun beneath his belly button and led to my prize. That got a groan. I stroked my fingers up and down his morning boner. That caused his eyes to fly open.

“Morning, boyfriend,” I said happily.

His voice was huskier than mine. “Good morning, girlfriend.”

I’d had a taste last night, but Levi had side tracked me. I was glad. It had led to the best sex of my life. But I wanted to see this from start to finish. I licked the tip before sucking on him fully.

“Jesus, Hughesy,” he groaned, bucking his hips to meet me. “You’re fucking gold at this.”

Grinning, I worked faster, marvelling at the way he jerked beneath me. Levi’s masculinity was a major turn on. He was all man and confidence. I found it so attractive.

“Babe, if you don’t stop I’m going to–”

I took him deeper, shutting down his thought. Levi was bigger than I was used to, so I added my hand into the mix. As I moved my tongue and wrist in sync, Levi started to come undone. It was a good feeling knowing I was doing this. I was making him writhe around like this.

“I’m close,” he warned, giving me an out.

I sped up. A moment later he exploded in my mouth, the warm salty load hitting the back of my throat. He let out a guttural groan which melted me. I hoped he was able to back it up, because I was only just getting started. Last night had been the beginning of things. There was a lot more I wanted to cross off. I climbed back over him, licking my lips.

“Good. Fucking. Morning,” he said.

Laughing, I rested my head on his chest. He tangled one hand in my hair. The other drew a line down my stomach.

“What do I have to do to wake up naked with you every day?” he asked.

He kissed me, soft and sweet. Everything felt so right. When I draped one leg over his, he used the opportunity to move his hand between them. He teased me, dancing his fingers from one inner thigh to the other, purposely ignoring the part that was screaming to be touched.

“Levi,” I groaned.

He chuckled. “What do you want, Grace?”

I reached for his hand and moved it to the desired spot. He slipped one finger inside, then followed it with another. I gasped.

“That.”

He continued with the onslaught of his fingers while moving his thumb to rub over my clit. When I tilted back my head in pure bliss, he lightly nibbled on my throat. I practically rode his hand while he tended to all the right places. I was so turned on by him, I wasn’t embarrassed to act carnal. He brought it out in me. I couldn’t imagine being this vulnerable with anyone else.

“What are you thinking about, Hughesy?” he seductively whispered in my ear.

“You,” I said.

“What else?”

“My new favourite body part of yours.”

He chuckled deeply, causing the ache in my core to respond.

“That body part belongs to you now,” he said. “You can have him whenever you want.”

I planned to cash in on that promise. Levi dipped his head, pulling my nipple between his teeth. That did it.

“Levi.”

I came with his name on my lips. He slowed the pace of his hand in time with my haggard breaths. Once I returned to normal, he withdrew his arm and rolled me on top of him. I flopped over him. My morning burst of energy was fading. If I closed my eyes, I’d be asleep again within seconds. Levi rested his hands on my ass, giving it a squeeze.

“What are you doing today?” he asked. 

“No plans,” I told him.

‘Spend the day with me.”

“Okay.”

Before I fell back asleep, I peeled myself off him and walked to the bathroom. I was in desperate need of a shower. The girl in the mirror was very much a depiction of the things Levi and I had done. My curled hair was chaotic, and my cheeks were flushed. I’d barely wet my hair before Levi was climbing in the shower behind me. I leant against his hard chest as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He was like a constant furnace, just what I needed in this cold city. When I reached for the shampoo, he took it from my hand.

“Let me.”

I chuckled. “You want to wash my hair?”

“Mmhm.”

He silently worked on rubbing the shampoo into my scalp. After explaining we had to do it twice, he got to work again. A fruity aroma surrounded us, a contrast to the dirty scent of sex his bedroom now carried.

“So foamy,” he said, grinning. “And so long.” He pulled his hand back. “And shedding apparently.”

“Yeah, you’re going to have to get used to hair in your drain.”

He rinsed his hands under the water before washing the shampoo out. After squeezing the conditioner into his palm, he massaged it through my hair. I groaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my eyelids fluttered closed. His head massages were just as good as his finger and tongue massages. A new aroma filled the bathroom when Levi squeezed bodywash onto a cloth. This smell was more masculine. It was Levi. He slid the bunched-up cloth across my naked chest, cleaning every part of me. My collarbone. My breasts. My stomach. He knew exactly what he was doing. I pressed onto my toes, encouraging him to dip the cloth lower. He did. As he stepped closer, I felt his erection on my back. A newfound energy had renewed us both. He edged us forward until I was forced to press my palms against the cool tiles. Between his masculine scent, the steam from the hot water, and his firmness behind me, I was close to passing out. He nudged a thigh between my legs, spreading them. I’d thought last night was hot. But this was something else. He circled my sensitive spot with his dick, dragging it back and forth. He needn’t worry about getting me ready. I was already there.

“Levi,” I croaked.

“Yeah?”

“Stop toying with me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He thrust into me, causing me to gasp. There was nothing gentle about this. He pounded into me, pulling all the way back before slamming forward time and time again. Each time he pulled back I groaned, only to melt when the fullness returned. Hopefully the water and exhaust fan were drowning out the noise, because I couldn’t help it. I was moaning and screaming and calling out his name. One of his hands travelled up to play with my breasts, while the other splayed across my lower stomach, holding me steady. I reached my own fingers forward, dancing them over Levi’s hand before bringing them between my legs to touch myself.

“Fucking hell,” he grunted.

He dropped the hand that hand been fondling my chest. My breasts pushed against the cool tiles as he placed his finger under my chin, turning it to him. The kiss he followed with was so demanding, his tongue pumping into my mouth in tune with his hips. I was so close. I moved my hand faster as he increased his pace. I could feel him teetering towards the edge. His movements were becoming sloppy and desperate.

“Levi,” I panted.

“Right behind you, Hughesy.”

I sagged against him, my legs practically giving way beneath me as I came. Levi supported my bodyweight, holding me firmly in place. After a few more pumps he reached the end with me, grunting through his orgasm. His kisses became soft once more, and my eyes fluttered close as I rode back down to earth. Though they snapped back open when he pulled out. I whipped around, facing him. His eyes were wide too. He hadn’t put a condom on.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

“It’s fine,” I said in reassurance. “I’m on contraception.”

While I loved having sex with Levi, I didn’t love the possibility of a mini-Levi. Based on his look of relief, he didn’t either.

“I’m clean,” he said with certainty. “I promise. I’ve never gone bare with another girl before.”

I believed him.

“I have the Mirena,” I told him. “So, if you don’t want to use condoms, we don’t have to.”

His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. I guess he liked the idea.