CHAPTER 10 #2
He went from kissing my knuckles to my fingertips.
I stopped walking to watch how delicately each pad of my finger was caressed by his lips.
His eyes met mine as he was kissing my pinky and when my eyes turned devilish, and he knew I wanted more, he sucked it into his mouth.
Then he pulled it slowly out, making sure I saw his tongue circle around the top before he let it go.
“Who is being unfair now?” I started to walk again. My pinky wet from his mouth, my pussy wet from everything else.
Is this what dating a man was like? It had been so long and he was so forward. Kind, handsome Sasha seemed to hide a dirty beast beneath his blond hair and sweet smile and I was fucking here for it.
“What about Friday?” He bit my pinky again and my body shuddered.
“I think I can take the day off if I rearrange some things.” My words came out breathless.
“Yeah?” He smiled and took my hand in his. Walking all tangled up wasn't very practical when one person has sharp blades on their feet.
We made it back to the bench where Sasha untied his skates and put them back in his bag. He gathered up the rest of his gear and pulled me out of the rink.
A bald man waited just outside, texting on a small bench, the lights dim.
“Thanks, Jerry. I really appreciate you staying open for us.”
“Hey, anytime Sarge. Thank you for everything, made my wife very happy. There are some kids hanging around your car. Want me to get rid of them?”
Sasha looked at me in question. He was letting me make the decision.
“If they waited this long they deserve an autograph.” I squeezed his hand and followed him outside.
The kids swarmed as soon as they saw us.
“Don't leave me, I still want to kiss you goodnight.” Sasha whispered in my ear before circling the small of my back.
“I won't.” I winked at him.
I moved off to the side and then walked to my car so he could have his moment with fans. I despised people hounding me, asking me questions. It brought up too many old feelings. But I didn't begrudge Sasha for it. As long as it didn't involve me.
I reached for my phone and furiously started texting.
Me: HE KISSED ME!!!
Sarah: FINALLY!
Me: I KNOW!
Sarah: Was it good?
Me: I'm dead right now. He is signing autographs and he asked me to wait.
Sarah: Grab a fucking mint while you can. I'm sure you still taste like peanut butter
Me: Good idea!
I opened my car door and scrambled to my center console trying to find anything that wasn't old or melted. The only thing I had was a candy cane left over from Christmas. I ripped the end wrapper off and started sucking on it, holding onto the hook, while I watched Sasha with his fans.
He was charming and genuine and boy was he going to get it from me on Friday.
I couldn't hear what they were talking about, but eventually the pack of five or six teens followed Sasha to his car. He opened his trunk and gave them some signed pucks and an old broken hockey stick they fought over.
I fixed my hair in the reflection of my car window. I remembered how his fingers felt on my neck and the soft way he nipped at my lips and I felt myself flush. He was lingering on me.
“Would one of you mind taking a picture of me and my girl?”
My head snapped around and caught Sasha's gaze. Did he really just say what I thought he said? Did I get the “my girl” claim that has brought more women to their knees than, well, anything else. His eyes said yes.
“Of course, Sarge!” The first teen called out and snatched Sasha's phone from him.
Sasha held out his long arms to me, his hand outstretching, just waiting to hold mine.
I shuffled over to him, embarrassed the first picture we would have together would be in sweatpants, post hot make out session, with red lips and a flushed face.
But then, I wasn't. Would there be anything better than the first evidence of lust? The first moments of electricity?
He pulled me in close and I smiled at the kid holding his phone.
“Thanks guys. Now get out of here. I'm sure you all have school in the morning and I don't want any furious moms chewing my ass out.”
There were thank you's and high fives and a few moments later a car was pulling out of the parking lot. We were alone in the dark quiet of the night. The overhead lights creating shadows we could hide within. I almost couldn't look at him. The realization of what we did finally soaking in.
“Why do you smell like mint?” He nuzzled my hair. His arms found my waist again as he walked me backwards against his car door.
I pulled the candy cane out from behind my back and waved it in front of him. The hook was still in tact and the stem had been worn down to a point by my tongue.
“Can I have some?” His voice came from that low place and rattled his throat.
“Of course.” I smiled and held it out to him.
But Sasha didn't go for the candy, he went for my mouth. He sucked on my minty lips. When he came up for air, he finally took the candy and placed it in his mouth with one tight lick. When he was done, he used the stem to brush my lips.
We were in an ice-skating rink parking lot and yet alone in the night.
So, when I opened my mouth for him to place the candy inside, I didn't care if someone pulled up on us.
Let the world see how sultry I was being for this man.
I knew how I was looking at him, like a woman who could pull an orgasm straight from his body.
He pulled the candy cane slowly from my mouth and placed it back into his, a smirk reaching all the way to his eyes.
“What's so funny?” I pushed his hair to the side, using any excuse to touch him. He was so soft.
“I'll never think of candy canes the same way again.”
“That was my plan.”
“Is that so, Lucifer?”
“I have my ways, Sarge.”