Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
CHRISTOPHER
J esus Christ, she is so fucking wet. So fucking willing. So fucking mine. I press Josie against the wall of the rink with my body; her cream leggings and cute white panties with strawberries printed on them are around her ankles. Her hands claw at my jacket but this is the only thing blocking her if anyone comes in and sees us, and no one but me from this moment on can see my little Josie naked, panting and yearning for cock.
I grab her wrist with my free hand, locking it in my grip above her head. “Don’t you dare move your hands, princess.”
“Coach,” she mewls, her emerald eyes softening with a plea. I almost give in to her quivering bottom lip. Instead, I suck her lip between mine and kiss her slowly as if we have all the time in the world. My tongue explores her mouth, and she tastes like her cherry lipstick, sweet, tart, and all fucking mine.
She pants, her hips shifting underneath mine, her soaked pussy running across my index finger. Her vanilla scent eclipses my nostrils as she shifts closer to me, chasing my fingers as I drag them along her center. Shit, I want her closer. I want her legs wrapped around my shoulders, her hands knotted in my hair, and her racing to her climax like the future Olympian she fucking is.
I pull away from our kiss, her cute lips chase me down as if she is demanding more because she isn’t done with me; little does she know I am just getting started. My index finger presses against her clit, drawing slow, small circles. “Josie,” I murmur. “What did I tell you about calling me Coach?”
Her breath comes out sharp. Her eyes squeeze shut as I continue my torture. She rushes out her words in one breath, a groan catching on my name. “You said to call you Christopher.”
I tilt my head to the side, my hips pressing into hers to stop her naughty ass from grinding against my hand. “Right, don’t call me Coach again, or I won’t let you cum.”
“Fuck,” she jerks, falling into the wall of the rink, her blonde waves stuck to her cheeks. She opens her eyes, narrowing them on me. “You wouldn’t dare.”
This little girl thinks she can threaten me. I scoff, moving to remove my fingers from her slick cunt. Her eyes grow wide as she runs to grab my wrist with both hands and keep me there.
“No, don’t stop.” She whispers, her nails digging painfully good into my wrist. She wants me. She needs me.
I chuckle. “Then keep your hands locked above your fucking head, listen to my orders.”
“Yes, Christopher.” She nods, crossing her wrists and placing them above her head. I love when Josie fights me, but her submission makes me want to fuck her so hard the dorms down the road can hear my little princess Josie Richards cum for me, screaming my name.
I slide my fingers between her folds, finding her clit immediately, and she bucks underneath me. Her body is slick with anticipation, her juices coating my fingers as I circle her sensitive nub. Her hips push forward, rubbing her pussy along my fingers, coating them in her sweetness.
“You’re so needy, princess. What do you want me to do?” I whisper, giving her a little control that I know none of these other boys have because they don’t know how to pleasure a girl like my Josie.
Her breath hitches, and she pouts. “More, please more.”
“More? Like this?” I tease, slipping one finger into her, and I feel her inner walls tighten around my digits, begging for more as her eyes squeeze shut. “Come on, princess, look at me while you cum.”
She lets out a throaty protest, opening her glossed-over eyes, and she looks minutes away from slapping me or crying. I wouldn’t mind if she did both right now. Slap me for taking so long to come into her life right where I belong and crying because I know she has never felt pleasure this good before.
My head drops into the crook of her neck, and I inhale the vanilla snow scent, groaning as she bucks against me. “That’s it, baby,” I murmur, pressing my thumb harder against her clit. “Take it. Take what you need.”
Her hips buck wildly, trying to grind against my hand, but I hold her firmly in place.
“Christopher, please,” she whimpers, her voice strained and breathy like she can’t catch her breath. “I need... I need... ”
“What do you need, Josie?” I ask, my teeth graze against her shoulder as I speak. “You need me to make my pretty little pussy cum?”
“Ugh, yes,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Please Chris, fuck me, please.”
I chuckle against the column of her neck as I drag my other hand up and knead her breast through the thick cotton of her shirt. I find her nipples pressing against the shirt and click my tongue. “I don’t know, princess; maybe I should stop and wash your mouth out with soap.”
“Chris,” she hisses as my fingers pinch her nipples through her shirt, too easily for her to be wearing a bra.
I growl at the thought of her without any bra all day today, sitting in my arena, skating on my ice with her breasts free and yearning for my mouth. “You’re not wearing a bra.”
She slides her bottom lip between her teeth and shakes her head coyly. Heat rushes through my body, and my cock strains against the zipper of my jeans; damn there, begging to get out and find its new home right between Josie’s thighs. I thrust two fingers deep into her wet heat, feeling her walls clamp down on me instantly. She cries out, her back arching off the wall, her chest heaving with each desperate breath.
“Christ, you’re so tight,” I mutter, curling my fingers to stroke her g-spot. “So fucking tight for me.”
My other hand slides up her soft skin, right under her shirt, and cups her breast. Her legs tremble, and I know she’s close. I increase the pressure on her clit, rubbing in quick, maddening circles while my fingers plunge in and out of her slick channel. Her moans are desperate, pleading, and I can feel her orgasm building, ready to explode.
“Christopher, I’m... I’m gonna...” she pants, her voice barely a whisper.
“Cum for me, Josie,” I command, my voice rough. “Cum all over my hand.”
With a strangled cry, she does. Her body convulses around my fingers, her pussy pulsing and squeezing as she rides out her climax. Her juices flood my hand, dripping down her thighs and pooling on the floor below.
She collapses against the wall, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I pull my fingers free, watching as they glisten with her essence. She looks up at me, her eyes glassy and unfocused, still caught in the haze of her orgasm.
“Good girl,” I praise , returning my fingers and thrumming against her walls in slow, deliberate strokes. “Now, let’s see if we can make that happen again.”
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head, her blonde hair flicking across her face. “Again? No, not again. What about you?” she begs, her voice trembling.
I smile a dark, predatory grin and press the tent of my hard cock against her stomach. “Before I fuck you, princess, you’re going to need to cum again.”
Her eyes widen in fear, I’m guessing, but when she licks her lips, I know she’s excited. I press my skates into her clothes and pull her up, effectively ripping her strawberry panties and cream tights.
She squeals. “Chris, my clothes!”
“I’ll buy you new ones. Hold onto me.”
Without giving her a chance to argue, I wrap one arm around her waist and lift her up, pinning her to the wall. Her legs instinctively wrap around my hips, her core pressing against my rock hard cock and her hands thread in my hair. I reach down and slide my two fingers to her entrance, her wetness making it easy to slide in.
She gasps as I push inside, adding a third finger, her walls gripping me tightly. I pause, letting her adjust to the size, savoring the sensation of being buried deep inside her. When I feel her relax, I take my time finding every hotspot, memorizing the way her body rolls with every curl of my fingers.
Josie moans, her head falling back against the wall. “Fuck, Christopher, yes,” she breathes, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I pick up the pace, driving into her with relentless force. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, her nipples brushing against my chest. Her legs tighten around me, her heels digging into my back, urging me to go faster, deeper.
“You like that, don’t you?” I growl, my voice rough with desire. “You like imagining my cock pressing into you, just begging to fuck your tight little cunt.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her voice choking with pleasure. “God, yes.”
Her words make my cock twitch and I almost toss her onto the benches and fuck her right there, but I have to remember my princess has never had a cock as big as mine and I need her to be ready for this. I push away the feeling of my cock straining against the zipper of my pants to get inside her, and instead thrust my fingers into her even harder, my hand gripping her ass as I pull her down against me, making her body rock against mine, our movements perfectly synchronized. The sound of the slick wetness of her pussy fills the air, mingling with her sweet moans and breathless gasps.
I can feel her second orgasm building, her walls tightening around me in anticipation. I speed up the small circles my thumb is making around her clit, rubbing it with firm pressure. Her breath hitches, and she cries out, her body tensing as she approaches the edge.
“Come on, Josie,” I urge, quickening my pace. “Let go for me.”
With a shriek of ecstasy, she does. Her entire body shudders, her pussy clenching and spasming around my fingers as she rides out her climax. Her juices flood my palm, her wetness coating us both as she squirts, her release soaking through my jeans and onto the ice below.
“Oh my god.” She squeaks, her eyes blown wide and her pupils blown with shock.
“Did you just fucking squirt on me, princess?” I can feel the crazy in my eyes. I want her to do it again. My chest swells with pride as I think about the drive home covered in my little princess’s juices. I may never wash these jeans again.
“I-I am so sorry. I’ve never done that before.” She hides her face, looking away from me. My fingers are still buried inside of her, and her walls still pulsate like she can go again, and she’s about to.
“Don’t apologize.” I lean down, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. “I want you to do it again.”
“What?” She gaps against my lips.
A smile spreads onto my cheeks as I pull out of Josie, and she slumps against the wall, her legs shaky and her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I catch her before she can fall, lifting her easily and carrying her to a nearby bench in the penalty box. I sit down, cradling her in my lap, her head resting against my chest.
“I don’t know if I can do that again,” she murmurs, her voice soft and sleepy.
“You can and you will. “I growl, flipping Josie onto her back against the cold metal of the bench. She hisses at the sensation.
“Chris!” She giggles, and right when I’m about to bite into the soft skin of her neck, my phone rings. My first instinct is to ignore it, but then I hear the melody. The opening notes ofTaylor Swift’s Blank Space — the ringtone Abigail, my little sister’s daughter, chose for herself.
Fuck.
I gently pull away from Josie, her giggles fading as I reach for my phone in my back pocket. The name “Abby” illuminates the screen, and Josie watches me with curiosity. Her legs are slightly spread, and her brow is furrowed as she shifts her thighs. I quickly hold up a finger to signal for a moment, hoping it won’t be anything urgent, like needing extra money or a quick favor.
Abby is not my biological daughter, but she is as close as it gets; ever since she was three years old and Child Protective Services took her away from my sister, Isabela, after she disappeared on a bender for three days, leaving Abby alone in a locked apartment to fend for herself at the age of three. I haven’t seen Isabela in six years; Abby has been mine for twelve years.
“Abby?” I answer quickly, my voice tight.
The only sound on the other end is her crying. My heart drops, and I move from between Josie’s legs, knowing I can’t stay.
“Uncle Chris...” she finally manages, her voice trembling.
I’m already on my feet, my mind racing. The familiar surge of anger—toward my sister for abandoning her, toward those kids for bullying her—hits me hard.
“I’m coming, okay? Just hang on.”
I turn to Josie, who’s sitting up now, her expression shifting from playful to annoyed. Josie whispers, pointing to my phone. “Who’s Abby?”
“I’ve gotta go,” I mutter, my chest tightening as Abby’s soft sobs echo in my ear. I shift, taking off my jacket and placing it on Josie’s knees. “Wrap this around your waist, okay?”
Josie stands up, snatching the jacket out of my hand, and I add that offense to the others I have been tallying because the next time I have her naked and in my arms, she will be punished for her little tantrums.
“Chris...they...they...” Abby sniffles in my ear, but I cut her off.
“Don’t worry, I’m on my way. Give me twenty minutes.” Abby’s breaths tremble over the phone as I turn to see Josie already halfway up the stairs of the arena, angrily stomping away with my jacket wrapped around her waist.
I end the call and call out to Josie. “Don’t forget, tomorrow at 8 o’clock! Don’t be late, Richards!”
“Go to hell!” She snarls, flipping me off as she storms off. I smile; it looks like I’ll have to add another punishment for that one. My little princess’s ass is going to be bright red as she begs me to stop.
I smirk and bring my two fingers, which had just been inside of her, up to my lips to suck off her juices. As the sweet taste of her pussy hits my tongue, I growl in pleasure. Fucking hell, my little princess tastes like honey and cherries.