Chapter 21 #2
While moving the puck, I skated around her in a full circle, taking a shot, howling when it flew into the net smack in the center. “Like that?”
“Just like that.” She had some kind of confidence.
“Why don’t you allow an expert to show you how it’s done.” As always, there’d been a bin of pucks ready to go. It was time to show her what I could do both on and off the ice.
Within seconds, I was lost in the moment, moving all over the ice, enjoying the way it felt to be back on my home turf. I took shot after shot, missing a few, a couple on purpose. When I finally came to another hockey stop close to her, she certainly didn’t seem impressed.
In fact, she didn’t say a word. Instead, she took a deep breath and I’d be damned if she didn’t mirror one of my signature moves. Not exactly, but enough I knew what she was doing and with the ease of a player who’d been playing the game for a while, she found her shot and took it.
Damn it if the puck didn’t stay in line without going out of bounds, flipping a couple of times before slamming into the net.
I stood with my mouth open, shocked as hell. Most kids I’d taught in summer camp couldn’t make a shot like that in the two months they were under my tutelage. “Shit.”
She managed to skate around me, flipping her hair as she did. “And that, boy toy, is how it’s done.”
I’d had enough of her sassy mouth, grabbing her around the waist and pitching her over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying out ice skating for a change.” My grin was ear to ear as I spun around in several circles while she pummeled her fists against my back.
“Put me down.”
“Not yet.” I even lifted a leg behind me while lifting her into the air. Her squeal delighted me more than any sound so far.
“You are so going to get it.”
“Lookin’ forward to it.”
“Put me down or else.”
“Hmmm… Okay.” I stormed toward the tunnel, moving off the ice and toward a set of bleachers when I smacked my butt down on the hard surface, forcing her to straddle me. “I put you down.”
She took several gasping breaths while flinging her arms over my shoulders. “Such an evil man.”
“Just a rebel, sweetheart.” When I pulled her back and forth across my crotch, her eyes took on even more playful fury.
“I can see that.” She decided to further torment me. I’d given her one of my jerseys to wear since the clothes she’d brought with her wouldn’t cut it on the ice. The air was frosty, but either she didn’t notice given our extreme body heat or didn’t care.
In a flash, she ripped off the sweater, tossing it aside. With a scoot backward, she drove my cock to the breaking point from the friction she created. Reaching behind her back, she unfastened her bra.
Ah, shit. This was going to end entirely differently than I’d originally thought. What the hell? I’d never fucked a hot girl in a skating rink before. And she wasn’t just any girl.
She was definitely, one hundred percent my mate.
There was something freeing about the idea, knowing that I’d already taken her in the most carnal of manners, which was usually reserved for after an understanding had been reached.
That much I knew about the typical mating process.
Yet we were anything but typical since she wasn’t a shifter and up until a few days ago, she’d never known I existed.
After that? Well, I guess my sister would call it something like enemies to lovers, although there was nothing real or tangible for us to hate each other over.
She’d simply thought me an arrogant playboy. And my thoughts? Well, they no longer mattered.
I rubbed my hands down her back, feeling every inch of her incredible soft skin. She offered a moan in return while leaning closer and daring to blow in my ear. Didn’t she understand that was one of several ways to turn a wolf into a primal beast? Maybe she just didn’t care.
The way she continually rubbed her body across my cock was all that I could think about since my dick was in intense pain.
Unable to keep from testing the darkness lurking inside, I fisted her hair, yanking until her back was in a deep arc. The move allowed her full breasts to position themselves inches away from my face, her plucky, hard, and rosy nipples causing my mouth to water.
While I knew we were all alone, at this point I wouldn’t have cared if an entire team of gruff hockey players was on the ice. She was mine and I was taking full advantage of the moment.
I flicked my tongue across one hardened bud, savoring the instant sweetness spotting my tongue. Damn if her scent wasn’t richer than before, another push that soon couldn’t be denied. I craved her like the air I needed to breathe.
Evidently, the surge in feelings was exactly what my brothers had been raving about.
As I pulled the tender tissue between my teeth, she offered a strangled moan. Sweet music to a man who often couldn’t care less. Every sound she made was fantastic. I sucked for a full thirty seconds before brushing my lips to her other nipple, biting down instead.
Her laughter was in direct contrast to how she was fighting with my hold. I refused to give in until I’d properly tormented both sweet bullets. Damn if I couldn’t do this all day long.
But with the constant throb in my cock, that wasn’t going to happen.
She shifted again on purpose while running her hands under my jersey. Fuck if she wasn’t as much on fire as I was. How was it possible we could create this much heat? If we weren’t careful, the building would catch fire.
It would seem we both couldn’t take it any longer. As soon as I released my hold, running my fingers through her long strands, she snapped her head up. The look in her eyes matched mine, as if she was part wolf. Wouldn’t that be a kick?
She didn’t waste any time, scooting back onto my knees and untying the string on my sweatpants. There was no conversation needed, no teasing that either one of us was interested in. We’d also had enough foreplay on the ice. This was all about the need for cold, hard fucking and I was all for it.
As soon as she exposed my cock, she threw her head back, allowing a deep howl that echoed in the tunnel. Her hand was tiny in comparison to mine, but she was a master of making me crazy. With her fingers wrapped around the shaft, she stroked up and down, squeezing as she did.
If she thought I would be able to take it much longer, she was crazy.
Her eyes remained wild, her mouth twisting as she added even more pressure. Small drops of pre-cum slipped from my slit and if her soft purrs were any example, she was very appreciative.
After darting her eyes toward mine, she raked her index finger through the string of semen, bringing the tip to her mouth.
Now her eyes were glassy from the same raging desire I felt, but soon they were half closed as she sucked on her finger. At some point, I would enjoy watching her for a long time doing exactly what she was doing, but right now, I didn’t have the willpower.
If she continued driving me crazy, I would come soon and I had no intention of doing so until I was buried deep inside of her. But damn it if she didn’t slip her other hand between my legs, rolling my balls between her fingers. She wasn’t kidding about driving me crazy.
Another squeeze with both hands and enough was enough.
Both hands on her hips, I jerked her onto her skates, cocking my head as I did. “You should have learned.”
“Did you ever stop to think maybe I don’t want to?” She didn’t ask me to yank down her jeans, doing so herself until the dense material was straddling her ankles. We were both suddenly frantic, every sound indicating we were crazed with need.
Her chest rose and fell as she wrapped her fingers around my cock again, this time placing the tip against her wetness.
I could drink in her scent all day long. As soon as she pushed my cockhead just inside her tight channel, the dam broke and I dragged her down on my lap.
“Fuck,” I threw out, angry breaths leaving my lungs.
Panting, she draped her arms over my shoulders, bucking hard against me until I was fully seated inside. “You’re so big.”
She knew how much bigger my dick could become, but right now wasn’t about knotting her. I couldn’t take the risk of someone coming into the rink. I could only imagine that on the front page of the Seattle paper or splashed across one social media page or another.
I rubbed my hands up and down her back, savoring the way the excessive heat spiraled down my fingers to my arms and all the way to my groin.
My fingers were digging into her skin of her hips with my other hand, holding her in place.
As if either one of us was about to go anywhere.
She pulled up to standing position, leaving only the tip inside.
She was enjoying being somewhat in control, but as soon as she sat down, her pussy muscles clamped around my dick like a tight vise.
We both took gasping breaths, her head lowering slowly until our foreheads were pressed together. The feel of being inside of her, of filling her so completely was something I would relish when together. Hell, I’d fantasize about fucking her just like this.
In an empty ice rink when nothing else mattered but the two of us. Our pleasure.
Our intense need.
The moment was crazy, leaving me breathless and as she started rocking her body, she lifted her head. Every time we locked eyes, I was looking directly into her soul. This was the mischievous side of her, the one that I’d never expected to see.
Not when at the point I’d thought she’d longed to castrate me.
She was enjoying herself, her luscious breasts still in my face. My mouth watered to suckle on her nipples for a long damn time. But I had to admit, there was nothing like the feeling of being deep inside of her.
With her doing all the work, I was allowed to enjoy the moment, which was entirely selfish of me, but this was a gift. Why not take advantage of it? She tossed her head back and forth as she ground herself against me, every sound she made enticing my wolf.