What Are The Odds?: A college hockey romance. (Phil-U Book 1)
What Are The Odds?: Chapter 55

Grace

It was almost nine-pm, and my hangover was only just starting to diminish. I’d done nothing all day but eat and feel sorry for myself. Transitioning from the bed to the cinema room had been my main activity. Well, that and eating. A greasy breakfast. A greasy lunch. Two huge bowls of popcorn while Levi played a movie I’d slept through. Lana hadn’t been much better. She’d sat in the cinema room with us, groaning through every mouthful she tried to get down. Levi’s parents had left on a trip to Florida this morning. They’d mistaken the dates Levi and Lana were flying back to Philadelphia and Boston, and had booked their flights a day too early. I hadn’t minded given I wasn’t in my best form. If they’d been around, I would have forced myself to put on a front. When Lana had dragged herself to bed earlier, Levi had convinced me to test out the spa. Whilst the warm water wasn’t the best considering I was hungover and dehydrated, it was worth it considering how beautiful it was out here. There was nothing but darkness and an array of stars around us. I could faintly make out the mountains from the moonlight, but that was it. Not another person. Not another sound. Steam rose off the hot water. It was so cold outside, yet so warm in here. I was sitting in Levi’s lap, his big arms around me. He hadn’t brought up my admission last night, and I was glad. To be honest, I couldn’t exactly remember what I said. Only admitting to overhearing his conversation with his dad, and something cringeworthy about becoming part of his history. Unfortunately I remembered throwing up. A lot. As well as the smooth hand Levi had stroked up and down my back before helping me brush my teeth then carrying me to bed. I’d continuously apologised all day. Getting drunk and embarrassing yourself in front of your boyfriend was inevitable. I just wished Levi had done it before me. My body reacted straight away, my centre tingling on instinct, when his hand dipped beneath the water and toyed with my inner thigh. He moved all my hair over one shoulder before bringing his lips to the slither of skin behind my ear. My eyes fluttered closed. The hand beneath the water massaged my skin, dancing from one leg to the other, all the while ignoring the part screaming out to be touched. I wiggled in his lap. If he could tease, so could I. He instantly hardened beneath my ass. I couldn’t wait to take care of that. His fingers caressed the strap of material covering me, but he didn’t fully move it aside. I sunk my teeth into my lip to contain my frustration. His other hand danced up my stomach then slipped under the material of my bikini top. He squeezed one breast while nibbling on my earlobe. My focus returned to the hand that was now dragging my bikini bottoms aside. Though rather than put me out of my misery, he lazily dragged a finger back and forth over the folds.

“Levi.”

“Mmhm?”

“Are you going to make me beg?”

He chuckled deeply. “I’d love to hear you beg, Hughesy.”

I didn’t doubt he would.

“If you don’t make me come, I’ll do it myself,” I said instead.

He growled. “Now that I would love to see.”

He took my hand and moved it where his had just been. I froze. Of course he’d called my bloody bluff.

“Show me how you look after yourself.”

I was glad my back was to him. It helped hide my surprise. I tensed up. There’s no way I could do that. The thought was mortifying. Sure, I’d touched myself while we were doing other stuff. But not like this. Not solo while he watched.

“You want me to masturbate in front of you?”

“Fuck yeah. I’ve had fantasies about you doing it.”

He rubbed his hand over mine, causing friction in the place that needed it most.

“I wonder about the sounds you make.” He kissed my neck. “And the things you think about.”

Without realising, my hand had begun to move. I gasped as my finger instinctively dragged over my clit. I arched against Levi’s chest. Only he could talk me into this.

“Do you think about me, Hughesy?” he whispered. “Because I think about you.”

He was all I thought about nowadays. There was no need to fantasise about any other scenario or guy when I had Levi willing to tend to my every need.

“I think about how flushed your cheeks get after you come.” He lightly nibbled on my shoulder. “How your legs tremble when it becomes too much.”

Like right now. My legs were shaking, screaming out for release. I moved my hand back and forth faster, all the while grinding against his lap. His hardened dick pulsed beneath me. There was no doubt in my mind that would be coming next.

“I think about the way your tits bounce when you ride me, and the way your pussy clenches when you come.”

I was so close. So close. One more dirty thought and I would come undone.

“I think about all the ways I can fuck you.” He bit my ear. “And I think about the fact you belong to me.”

That did it. I screamed into the open night, my orgasm rocking through me like an all-consuming wave. Before I could come back down Levi abruptly stood, forcing me to stand on my shaky legs.

“My turn now. Sit on the edge.”

“Huh?”

“I need to eat your pussy, Grace.”

Turning my shoulders, Levi nudged us backwards, his eyes primitive like he was cornering his pray. My ass hit the ledge of the spa.

“Sit.”

“It’s cold.”

“I’ll be quick.”

I obediently sat on the edge, out of the water. After pushing aside by bikini, Levi spread my legs apart, hooking them over his shoulders before greedily diving between them. I jarred when his tongue flicked over my centre. I was overly sensitive. There hadn’t been enough time in between. Goose bumps broke out across my skin. A combination of the cool air and Levi’s electric tongue. He was right about being quick. He’d barely been down there and already I could feel the wave approaching. Steam rose off Levi’s broad back. I leant on my hands, my head lolling back so all I could see was the dark sky and stars above. The cold deck was icy beneath my palms and under my ass, but I didn’t mind. It helped to cool the fire inside me. All I could manage were moans and groans. My brain was too scattered to form a coherent sentence. The overpowering sensation started in my stomach before getting lower and lower. And then I fully fell apart. My arms barely held me up right as Levi slowed the movements of his tongue as the orgasm rocked through me. The stars blurred as I lost focus. My entire body was weak. But he wasn’t done with me yet. He dragged me back into the water. Now the heat was almost too much. He hungrily kissed me, his tongue exploring the deepest parts of my mouth. I could taste myself on him. Something I used to hate. Not anymore. There’s no way I would deny myself from kissing Levi.

“Turn around,” he said.

I did, but not without mumbling, “So bossy.”

“Yet so compliant.”

He smacked my ass playfully, causing me to yelp. He bent me over.

“Hands on the ledge.”

I peeked over my shoulder, watching as he slipped off his shorts. When his dick sprang out, I literally licked my lips. I’d been waiting all night for this. He gave it a few strokes as he slowly came towards me, heavy eyes locked on mine. He reached forward, untying one strap of my bikini bottoms. Then the next. They fell away, leaving nothing between us. His warm body folded over mine, his dick resting against me. He untied each of the straps holding my bikini top in place. For such small pieces of material, I felt much barer once they were gone.

“Hold on,” he whispered against my ear.

Oh god. I tightened my grip on the edge of the spa while he positioned himself by my entrance. I held my breath, anticipation building. I wanted him so badly. I gasped as he pushed into me. He was so bloody hard. And I was so bloody wet. The perfect combination. We were the perfect combination. His hands dug into my hips, preparing for the pounding that was about to come.

“You’re the most beautiful person in the fucking world,” he told me before kissing the base of my spine.

Out here, with nothing but darkness, mountains and stars, it felt like we were the only people in the world. And I was okay with that.