My mouth moves down her neck with kisses. Presley eagerly reaches down, finds my cock, and guides me to where she’s wet and ready. A satisfied groan pushes its way out of my mouth as I enter her.
“Hard,” Presley reminds me.
/> I flex my hips, thrusting into her. To get a better angle, I press my torso against hers, dip my head to kiss her shoulder, and begin to move faster. Her legs tighten slightly around me as I place small nips along her shoulder. I hold her steady, step back from the door, and move her up and down. She grips my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
“Oh God, Levi,” she breathes when I start moving as well as bringing her down on me to make us connect a little harder. “Let me go,” she adds. I do as she asks. Presley holds onto me and starts sliding up and down on her own.
“You’re perfect,” I mutter as I watch her.
“I am,” she smirks, slowing to a stop. “Go to the bed.”
Without untangling ourselves, I carry her over to the bed where she wants me on my back. I slip out of her and once I’m the way she wants me, she guides me back into her as she begins to ride me. Presley brings me to the edge fast, so I roll us over, finding her shoulder quickly. I slam into her as deep and hard as I can. My teeth trail lightly over her skin, randomly finding a spot to nibble on. As my speed picks up, Presley drags her nails down my back.
“God Levi,” she calls out. “Hard,” she demands.
Presley begins to unravel beneath me, and I’m almost there. My mouth finds the crook of her neck as she struggles to hold on until I give in to her desires. I part my lips and bite down extra hard as I come down with my release. Presley’s orgasm hits her hard, and I follow that bite with a bunch of smaller, sharp nips, taking turns between biting and kissing her shoulder, still moving inside her at a slower pace.
Her chest heaves, lifting to press into mine before falling again. Presley’s grip loosens on my back as she begins to relax beneath me.
“We should have started with a bang,” she mumbles happily, and I burst out laughing.
~
We’re all at the McCarthy’s for Thanksgiving. And by all, I mean Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy, Trevor, Marley, Pops, Presley, and me. Their house is very nice with a lot of Trevor’s hockey souvenirs proudly making their presence known. There is also quite a few pictures of the twins when they were younger. The girls are in the kitchen, and we can hear them talking. I excuse myself to the restroom.
On my way back, I notice a room with the door wide open. It appears to be an office, but there is a wall completely devoted to hockey stuff. I can’t help but be drawn to it. My legs lead me across the hall and into the room until I’m standing before the wall. There are trophies, pucks, an autographed stick, and a bunch of pictures of an old hockey team. I don’t know how long I’m in here before Presley’s father’s voice sounds behind me, causing me to swivel quickly.
“I was wondering what happened to you,” he laughs.
“I saw all of this.” I wave a hand at the wall. “Sorry for coming into your office.”
He comes to stand next to me, his eyes scanning all the items much like I just did. “It’s fine. Everything but the stick is from my hockey playing days. That was a really good time.”
“Do you miss it?” I don’t even want to think about the time of my life when I wouldn’t be playing anymore.
“You know, I don’t,” he says thoughtfully. “It helps that Trevor plays, though. Took me a long time to accept that my days were over and sometimes, Trevor doesn’t think I have done that because of how hard I push him. I’m very proud of him and Presley. We couldn’t have asked for better children.”
I nod, but I can’t help but think that I have him alone, and it will be the perfect time to ask him a very important question.
“I guess we should head back,” he says and begins to turn.
“Mr. McCarthy,” I start to stop him.
He faces me, saying, “You know you can call me Ben.”
“Right. Well, Ben, I don’t know when I’ll be back in town, and I would like to talk to you about something.”
His posture immediately straightens, his shoulders square, and I wonder for a moment if that’s where Presley gets it from. “Okay,” is his reply, which intimidates me just a little.
Where do I even start? My mouth parts, and the words find themselves. “I love Presley, and your daughter has made the world of a difference in my life. She’s helped me through some tough times, and she makes me be the best man possible for her.” I take a deep breath. “I felt like I should talk with you because I want to propose to your daughter.” Clearing my throat, I watch his reaction as I stuff my hands into my pants pockets.
“You want to marry Presley?” His tone is carefully crafted with a hint of skepticism.
“Yes, sir, I would,” I confirm.
“What’s your plan, Levi?” He looks at me with a stern expression. “I know you want to play in the NHL, and I have no doubts that you’ll make it, but my daughter can be a handful. Plus, she wants a career of her own. What do you think about that?” It’s like he’s testing me, asking if I’m going to take that away from her.
“I don’t want to hold Presley back, and I don’t think I will. She’s going after her dreams, and she has my full support. We’ve discussed some things already. We know what our individual dreams will require of our relationship, and we’re willing to do what we have to do,” I finish with conviction.