CHAPTER 10
LUCY
I was flying on the ice. Well, he was flying on the ice and I was holding on for dear life. There was no way he couldn't feel my legs quaking around his waist as he skated lap after lap. I was terrified at first, but then, I was free.
The ice was no longer a memory of my father, of his death.
It was exhilarating going so fast, but it wasn't just the speed that took my breath away. It was Sasha's power. He was strong and smooth and holding me like I weighed nothing when I knew for a fact I did. But he was also kind and constantly asking me if I was OK.
If he didn't kiss me soon I might explode.
How could I be touching this man, but not really touching him. That was hell inside of my own personal heaven.
“Do you want to stop?” He was breathless.
“One more lap pony!” I giggled in his ear. “Now that you gave it to me, I want more of it.”
“Lucy.” he practically moaned my name. I wouldn't be surprised if he could feel the heat he generated from my pussy.
I didn't mean to be such an excellent flirt, it just came naturally.
“Can you do it for me Sarge? Give me one more?” I whispered in his ear.
He turned his face just enough so my lips grazed his cheek. I could feel a smile on his skin.
“Oh, I can do it for you.”
He took off in a flash and I screamed with pleasure.
He went faster than he was before and I nearly passed out.
From either the skating or the flirting, I was done for.
I would need to buy new batteries for my vibrator on the way home, change my sheets and close the blinds because my body was so on edge with the way he teased me.
We made it around another lap and he jumped off the ice. I slowly lowered myself from his back and rubbed my thighs. They were sore, they were wobbling.
Sasha was on the bench catching his breath, but I could feel his eyes on me. “Are your legs shaking?” He licked his lips.
“Yes. Are yours?”
“Yes.”
He stood up quickly and closed the space between us, but stopped mid stride when we heard yelling in the halls of the arena.
“For fuck sake.” I mumbled and threw up my hands.
“I'm telling you, he's here! The Sarge, his car is parked still.” I could hear teenage voices and a pack mentality coming for the ice.
I grabbed Sasha's hand and slid onto the rink on my hands and knees.
“What are you doing?” He followed behind me, crawling.
My ass was in his face and I couldn't help but think he was so close to me on purpose.
“We're hiding. Now hurry and let's hide behind the Zamboni.”
“Scurry, Scurry.” He whispered and pushed my hips forward.
We moved along the boards. The voices grew louder. But, just as the door to the arena opened, we tucked off the ice and hid behind the Zamboni. My hands were cold, my sweatpants wet. We stood in silence as the voices searched and searched for the Sarge.
Sasha caged me against the machine, but we didn't dare speak. Our chests heaved together in unison within the smell of ice and machine. Excitement spun around us. His hands moved around me but never touched me.
Why wasn't he touching me?
Our eyes were locked, starring endlessly, saying things our lips never could. But he wasn't kissing me. He wasn't making a move. It confused me. Could all the flirtation lead to nowhere?
“We can just wait for him outside.” One of the kids called out and they all left in a stampede.
I finally let out a breath. “Sorry, I just didn't want them to find us.”
“We keep getting interrupted.” He stared at me some more.
My body was on fire. There was no way he couldn't feel the heat I generated in his presence.
“I don't think they'll leave until you sign some autographs. Do you want to leave?” I looked off to the side, willing him to say “no” and take the bait I was dangling in front of him. Playing coy was not my strong suit.
Tell me you want me! Kiss me damn it! I wanted to shout in his face. But the first time he kissed me I wanted to be taken. I wanted him to tell me he wanted me with his actions.
“No, not yet. Right now, I want to be here, looking at a beautiful girl on a cold patch of ice, just trying to keep warm.” He twisted his finger in the string of my hoodie, his body encompassing me.
“Yeah, good answer.” My mouth went dry. I guess he was perfectly capable of telling me what he wanted.
“Are your legs still shaking?” He moved in closer, his hands now at my waist.
“A little.” That was an understatement. My whole body was so excited I'm surprised he couldn't feel me vibrate.
I felt like a teenage girl. My passion was beyond my control.
I would throw caution out the window for one moment with this hot guy, this sweet man.
The sweatpants he wore nearly did me in and I wanted to steal his hoodie sweatshirt off his body, stretch it out with my boobs, cover it in my hair and claim it for myself.
“Do you want me to hold you up?” He whispered in my ear.
I nodded, unable to speak.
With my simple movement his hands moved to my back like he was just waiting for me to give him the go. His arms wrapped around my waist. His head nuzzled into my hair, his lips landing on my shoulder.
I let out a gasp I had been holding in ever since he asked me to wrap my legs around him.
I reached out and touched him, really touched him. First my hands landed on his forearms, hard and muscular. Then they moved to his shoulders, round and warm. My fingers dug into his back and pulled him closer.
“Yes?” He questioned.
“Yes.” I answered.
His hips dug into mine, pinning me to the Zamboni. His knee slid in between my legs and rubbed up against me.
He was moaning this time. “You smell like an old hockey stick.” He inhaled my hair.
“Just what every girl wants to hear.” I chuckled.
He leaned back to see the expression on my face. “Sorry, it's a good smell.” He picked wood shavings out of my hair.
“Oh, is it? It's not like telling me I'm an old gym sock?” I pulled a strand of my hair from where it got stuck in his beard. I rubbed my fingers in the blond softness and stared at his lips.
“Not at all. It gets me...excited.”
My eyes darted to his and I couldn't take it any longer.
“Well, are you going to fucking do somethin–”
His mouth closed in on mine mid-sentence and I squeaked. My body went limp and he had to hold me as I sank into him.
Finally.
The man knew how to kiss. He didn't mash his face against mine. His lips were soft and lingering, they moved and guided my lips to move as well. My hands found his hair, sweaty from all the skating and I lightly tugged on it.
He liked that, pushing his hips deeper into me and putting his tongue in my mouth. It was light at first, gently dipping inside, but the more I moaned the further he tasted me until I whimpered.
He pulled away and buried his head in my shoulder again.
“Sorry.” He was breathless. “Sorry that it took me so long. We just kept getting interrupted.”
“Never say you're sorry for kissing me.”
My lips found his again. I wanted more. I wanted my face to be red and my lips to bruise.
His hands found my hair tie and pulled it from my hair as he grabbed the back of my neck to hold me against him. His right hand reached up the back of my shirt and his finger slipped underneath the band of my bra.
I slipped my hands under his shirt to feel his chest. His heart raced at my touch. The light hair tickling my fingertip in a sensation so strong I almost had to pull away.
He took a breath and turned his head to the side a giant smile plastered all over his face.
“I knew your mouth was dangerous, Lucifer.”
“Yours isn't exactly safe, Sasha.”
“Come home with me.” His hips pushed into mine and my body quaked. “I can't get the sound of you howling out of my head and–” He leaned into my ear. “I want to hear you howl for me.”
I pulled my head back and looked at his face. “Were you sitting behind us?”
“I was watching you.”
“That is kinky.” I looked him up and down, seeing another side to him.
“You like it?” He kissed my neck. Then he went for my lips again. This time sucking each one before gently biting and pulling on them just enough to turn them raw.
“I like it too much to go home with you right now.” I was breathless and on the last day of my period, but he didn't need to know that.
His head came down on mine, forehead to forehead. “OK. Well not OK, but OK I get it.”
“Yeah?” It was a sad commentary on the state of men that I was surprised with his quick understanding and acceptance of my decision. He wasn't trying to change my mind or guilt me into jumping into his bed.
“Of course, but we are still on for a Friday date after the game?”
“Absolutely.” I kissed him again and then pushed away from him and headed for the ice.
He chased after me and wrapped his arms around my waist as we walked, legs in between one another, and took the long way around the rink.
“What about spending the whole day with me on Friday? Meet for brunch, walk around the city, eat dinner, you come to the game and then...whatever you want.” He took another breath of my hair.
“Some people work during the day. I can't just drop my life because I want to get laid.”
His chest popped with a gasp behind me and I couldn't help the joy it brought to me. I liked that his natural reactions to my sharp teeth were surprise and heat.
“You're going to have to stop saying things like that or I won't be able to stop myself. It's unfair.” Sasha took my hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing every one of my knuckles.
“You wouldn't dare.” I perused him up and down and winked when he blushed.
“I know, but you're distracting me when I should be thinking of the game and only the game.”
That thought struck me. I was a distraction? It didn't leave a good feeling in my gut.