What Are The Odds?: A college hockey romance. (Phil-U Book 1)
What Are The Odds?: Chapter 39

Levi

With Grace’s hand in mine – no – with my girlfriend’s hand in mine, I made my way downstairs. The guys were where I’d left them, caught up in attention and skimpy Halloween costumes. They had no idea what had just happened upstairs. Heck, I was still wrapping my head around it. The Levi walking back into this room was much different to the one who’d stormed out.

“Sup lovers,” Tripp greeted.

“We’re heading out,” I told him.

“Perfect timing. Take Ryan with you.”

He gestured to the couch, where Ryan was fast asleep. Typical. The guy was a lightweight. Dealing with his drunk ass wasn’t what I had in mind. My only focus had been to get Grace out of here. Alone. Underneath me. On top of me. Bent over in front of me. It really didn’t matter.

Grumbling, I said, “Help me then, will you?”

Tripp and Will pulled Ryan’s arms over their shoulders, and I hoisted up his legs to carry him outside. By the time we managed to break through the crowd, the Uber was waiting.

“Are you filming this, Hughesy?” Will asked.

“Of course I am,” Grace answered. “This is my ticket out of his next TikTok.”

Smart girl. She was learning fast. We threw Ryan in the back, none of us bothering to be gentle. Grace climbed in beside him. He was the ultimate cockblock. I’d been hoping for some hand stuff on the way home. Although the drive was short, it would be long enough to rile Grace up, to bring a flush to her cheeks. She leant over Ryan, clicking his seatbelt in place, then smiled up at me. She was so fucking sweet. Closing the door, I turned back to Tripp and Will.

“Keep the team in line. No fights. Got it?”

“Eye eye, Captain,” Tripp saluted.

The ride back to our house was quick. When we pulled up to the curb, I handed Grace my keys so I could haul Ryan out. Grace laughed as she watched me struggle. This wasn’t coming across as great for my manhood. I was strong, but 200 pounds of floppy, dead weight was a different story. Grace held the door open while I carried Ryan inside. There was no way I was hauling this heavy fucker upstairs. I lowered him onto the couch. Well, more like dropped him onto it. After lifting his feet onto the cushions and draping a blanket over his out-cold body, I turned to Grace.

“Ready for the making up?” I beamed.

She grinned, pressing onto her toes. “Definitely.”

The cockblock struck again.

“Water,” he groaned. “I need water.”

Laughing, Grace lowered herself back down. “You sort the kid out. I’ll meet you upstairs.”

She winked at me, giving me motivation to sort Ryan out as quickly as possible. By the time I returned with a water, he was complaining he wanted his shoes off. Then he was cold, so I had to run upstairs to grab his quilt. I threw it over him, then plugged his phone into the charger I’d also brought down. I knew that’d be his next request. After snapping a photo on his phone and uploading it to his Instagram with the caption I’m a lightweight, I all but sprinted up the stairs to my room. Grace stepped out of the bathroom just as I locked my bedroom door. She’d wiped the makeup from her face and changed into one of my Phil-U hockey shirts. While she’d looked hot as hell dressed as Sandy, this was the Grace I wanted to be with. Bare face, loose hair, plain clothes. My clothes. She was staring at me with a tenderness that made me want to combust. I’m not sure who crossed the room first, though before I knew it, we were tangled together. My mouth closed over hers with urgency. A heated rush ignited my entire body. I wanted her so badly. Grace inhaled sharply as I pressed my hardened dick against her. I used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. She parted her lips as she sunk her nails into my shoulders, as though she needed to hang on. I pulled away, only barely, so I could rip this tight t-shirt off. Grace pressed onto her tippytoes, her clothed chest rubbing against my bare one. I wanted her closer. I tucked my hands under her ass and lifted her into my arms. She squealed in delight, smiling against my mouth as she tangled her hands in my hair. Walking backwards, I sat on the edge of the bed, bringing her with me. Grace Hughes looked hot as hell straddling my lap. She began to move up and down, grinding against me in a way that almost caused me to explode. I’d never been quick on the trigger, but I was worried that was about to change. She lifted off me before fiddling with my belt. Next, she undid my zipper. I lifted my hips, allowing her to pull off my pants. Her glassy eyes followed the movement, lingering on the hardened length that was bulging in my boxers. She climbed back onto me then continued her relentless grinding. I pressed harder against her.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me, Hughesy?”

The hottest moan passed her lips. I tugged on the bottom of my hockey shirt she was wearing. She raised her arms obediently so I could get rid of it. Underneath was nothing, nothing but utter perfection. I pulled one breast into my mouth while I used my hand to massage the other. Grace arched into my grasp, adding pressure. She tickled her fingers along my bare chest, trailing them lower and lower until they disappeared beneath the elastic of my boxers.

“Fuck,” I growled when her hand grasped my dick.

“About time,” she whispered. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

“Yeah?” I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth. “What else have you been thinking about doing?”

“Riding you,” she moaned. “Sucking you.”

God, I was torn. I wanted both so badly. Grace made the decision for me. She pushed my chest, encouraging me to lie down. I did, but not without adjusting the pillows so I had a good view of her. She climbed off my lap, hooking her fingers in my boxers as she dragged them down my legs. Her eyes widened, glistening with hooded lust as she looked at my dick. It twitched when she licked her lips. Her mouth made a slow journey along my body, pausing to lick my abs, hovering to bite my hip. I kept my focus on her, savouring every sound she made. When her mouth reached the desired target, I sucked in a sharp breath. She slowly licked the length, before wrapping her mouth around my shaft and sliding her tongue down.

“Jesus, Hughesy.”

I threw my head back. It was torture how good this was. My dick pulsed. It fucking loved Grace’s mouth. I’ll bet it loved being inside her more. I didn’t guide her as she moved up and down. Grace had everything under control. Maybe too under control. I was a few more pumps from falling over the edge.

“Come here,” I said, tugging on her arm.

My voice came out huskier than ever before. After slipping off her panties, Grace obediently crawled towards me and climbed onto my lap. There was nothing between us anymore. I could feel everything. She was fucking soaked, which turned me on even more. I don’t know what I’d done to deserve this. She was so perfect it almost broke me. As she hovered over me, I allowed myself a moment to imagine what it would be like to be bare in her. Pure-fucking-bliss. Thankfully there was a small trace of blood left going to my brain which had me reaching for the top draw. Through hooded eyes, Grace watched me roll the condom on. The moment it was in place, she was positioning herself above me. I liked that she was taking control, liked that she was showing her limits. Slowly she lowered onto me, causing a breathy moan to pass her lips and a guttural groan to leave mine. She was so tight and so perfect.

“This is already the best sex of my life,” I told her.

Grinning wickedly, she slammed down on me. I’d planned to take things slow, but now we were here I didn’t have the restraint. Grace riding me was a fucking vision. I would be replaying this moment long in my mind for the rest of time. I placed my hands on her hips, sinking my fingers into her ass cheeks as she ground up and down. My hips instinctively rose to meet hers. We were savages for each other. She rested her hands on my chest, digging in her nails as she got closer and closer to falling over the edge. We were both gasping, so caught up in the sensations that I’d lost concept of the world outside my bedroom door. If I could live in a moment, this would be it. I sat up and slid to the headboard, moving Grace with me. We were chest to chest now. With the better angle, Grace’s mouth found mine. Each breathy exhale and moan travelled straight from her throat into mine. I reached between us, rubbing my thumb over her sensitive centre. She began to tremble, her legs shaking as the sensations became too much.

“Levi, I’m – Fuck.”

She contracted around me, tightening around my pulsing dick that was already on edge. That was the final straw for me. I finished, my climax intensifying as Grace rode out her orgasm on top of me. As we came down from the high, I rested my forehead against hers, our lips meeting in a slow and lazy kiss.

“Grace that was–”

“Yeah,” she agreed.

“Was that okay for you?”

She chuckled. ‘It was perfect. I already can’t wait to do it again.”

“Well I might need a protein bar or something if you want to do that again tonight.”

Laughing, she climbed off me. I missed the contact the second she was gone. I disposed of the condom quickly so I could pull her back to me. She nestled against my bare chest, draping her leg over me. That alone was hot. I tickled my fingers up and down her back, drawing shapes and circles and spelling out random words.

“Grace?”

She tilted her head, looking up at me.

“I’m so fucking happy,” I told her.

“Yeah?” She kissed my chest. “Me too.”