8. Charisse
Charisse
T hen I kiss him. Long. Hot. Hard.
I climb to my skates, heading for the sin bin and tugging my shirt up and over my head. I drop it behind me and do the same with my bra.
When I turn back, I watch as he rips off his pads and equipment, littering the ice with it as he steps into the box with me. I undo my laces as fast as I can, then yank off the heavy skates and let them clatter to the side.
“This is crazy,” he says as I reach for his now exposed torso. My fingers drag over the muscles bunching in his back, sliding against the sweat and warmth emanating from him even as I lean forward and lick along the curve of his neck and clamp my teeth around his earlobe. He draws a sharp breath. “We’re going to get caught.”
My laugh is low, husky. “By whom? I watched the team file out, counted the coaching staff as they left.”
“I don’t know, the Zamboni driver?” He shucks off his skates, tosses the rest of his equipment onto the ice, and stands naked before me. His thick, hardened length juts out between us, and there’s no mistaking the bead of moisture glinting against the titanium ball atop his broad, swollen tip.
“Oh, you mean that sweet older gentleman I told to head on home? After I told him we’d handle it?” I grin and watch as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down, and his heated gaze slides from my unbound breasts to the tiny skirt I’m preparing to pull down.
His eyes glitter as he hauls me to him, presses my back against the glass and plunges his hand between my legs. “Leave it on.”
A sizzle of lust burns through my core at the command. The rough pass of his hand drifts up my thigh to the center of my heat. I catch my lip between my teeth, trying to keep my moan from escaping when he brushes against the damp fabric.
“Is this what you wanted? My fingers buried in this hot, juicy cunt?”
Oh my god. His clever hands slip under my panties and slide against my slick, sopping opening.
“Yes.” I whimper, widening my stance as his mouth trails over my jaw, my shoulder, my breast.
“Yes, what?”
His gaze burns into mine while one hand plucks at my nipple, twisting hard enough to make me gasp.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His fingers spear into me as his mouth closes over my sore nipple, soothing the hurt with his hot, wet mouth as he works me. The sound of his broad hand delving into my flesh is loud and indecent in the icy, silent rink reverberating with my shuddering breaths and murmured pleas.
“Twenty years, I’ve waited for this,” he speaks against my neck, sucking hard and deep so that I’m arching and gasping and flooding his hand. “Twenty long years, I’ve waited to taste you, touch you, take you. I’ve gorged myself on sex, on competition, on fame, and none of it satisfies me. None of it consumes me the way thoughts of you do.”
My body is on fire. My clit pulses with need as he strokes me, and I fist my hand over him, sliding over his heated, velvet skin.
“I want to taste you too,” I moan.
He pulls back, pats my pussy lightly so that my clit zings with the contact. Then he sits on the bench, knees spread in invitation. He watches my every move with half-lidded eyes alight as I bend my head to trace every vein with my tongue, savoring the salty tang of his skin.
Then I lick at that moisture topping him, sucking gently on the tip. His hips flex, arching for me. Closing my mouth around his head, I move over him, fluttering my tongue against his flesh until he hits the back of my throat. He groans above me, his head knocking the glass behind him.
“Fuck. That’s so good, baby. You take my cock like such a good girl.” He grabs hold of my ponytail, wraps it around his fist, and guides me over him. I let him set the pace, the depth, the angle. He fucks my mouth the way I want him to fuck my cunt, hard and rough and deep.
When tears leak down my cheeks and my hunger for him throbs painfully between my legs, he pulls me off him. I reach for him, desperate for him, but he fuses his mouth to mine while he stands me up and backs me against the boards.
Spinning me around, his breath tickles my ear as his voice drops to a gruff timbre I feel in my bones. “I’m going to finish inside this pretty pussy. Want me to put a baby in this beautiful belly of yours?”
His hands brush over my stomach while I hiss.
“Yessss. I want your baby inside me. I want to be made messy with your cum.”
Then he flips the fabric up, and I feel the cool air of the rink kiss my ass. I hold my breath, biting down on my lower lip when Dominic takes a sharp inhale.
“Did you wear these for me, dirty girl?” He drags a finger over the words printed on my ass and hooks a finger under the waistband. “Panties that say cum inside, Daddy ?”
“Yes. I’m… I’m still in my ovulation window,” I say softly, casting a look over my shoulder at him.
“Well, let’s fill you up, then.”
He yanks my panties to my ankles and bends me over the boards with my slit exposed. Then he’s there . The broad, fat head tipped with a curved, cool metal bar slides over my clit and around my opening, the wet noise of our bodies filling my ears.
“Say please,” he commands.
“Please, Daddy.”
Dominic groans with satisfaction and pushes in, splitting my soaking lower lips and sliding home to the hilt.
“Oh shit ,” I cry out, clamping a hand over my mouth as the sound echoes around the rink.
“Look at this greedy cunt of yours. How it swallows me up.” His fingers interlace with mine, and we hold the edge of the railing. “You’re so wet for me, baby. So needy.”
It’s true, my thighs are slick with my own desire. My walls drag against him, every stroke of him inside me sparks pleasure up my spine.
His hands anchor me in place, and I feel each of his rough thrusts rattle the boards beneath us. Then he’s gripping my ponytail again, pulling me against his chest and nipping along the curve of my shoulder.
“Are you going to make me a proud Daddy, sweetheart? Going to take every drop I give you and cradle it in this beautiful, tight cunt?”
“Yessss.”
“I’m going to give you every drop. You’re gonna milk my cock for it like the good girl you are, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yes.”
“That’s what Daddy likes to hear.” Then he raises one of my legs, props my knee on the boards, and I dig in, desperate to maintain my balance as he thrusts his hips up and brings our bodies together with loud, wet slapping sounds. The change in position alters the depth of his penetration, makes his heavy balls swing hard against my clit.
“Oh god, oh god.” My breath comes in short gasps, tension coils inside me. “Please, please, please.”
I careen toward the precipice. All control lost. Feverish with the all-consuming need to come all over my best friend’s fat cock.
Finally, I break, eyes rolling back in my head as I shatter around him with a sob and a scream. My pussy flutters around him, but he doesn’t slow his punishing pace. Instead, he fucks me through the aftershocks, crooning, “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. I love watching you come on me. That’s my good girl.”
Then he hurtles over the edge, my name on his lips as jets of cum shoot into me.
For a long moment, he twinges inside me, his head pressed against my shoulder, his breathing ragged in my ear. He clutches me tight, both of us fighting to catch our breath.
Then, the chill of the rink and the ache of my muscles from being in this position seep into my consciousness. The words we’ve spoken, the things we’ve said come back to as he holds me close.
“Why have you been waiting for me for twenty years?” I whisper.
He plants a kiss on my shoulder and pulls out of me. With our mingled release still glistening on him, he bends and tugs my panties up from my ankles. “Do you really not know?”
“I want to hear you say it. Loud and clear.”
He pauses to run a hand through his hair. Then he takes a deep breath and says, “I’ve been waiting for you to see me as more than a friend. To see me as someone who can be part of your future, part of your forever.”
Surprise rockets through me even as he shimmies my panties back in place, and his seed slips out of me, dribbling down my thigh.
“But you… you’ve always had the top choice of anyone. In grade school, in high school. You were the one everyone wanted, and you could’ve had anyone. Hell, you’re known for—” I cover up my bare breasts, my fragile heart filling with both hope and unspoken fears. “Well, you’re known for having anyone you want.”
“That’s because I couldn’t have you, Reece. No one else mattered, but you weren’t available. You weren’t looking at me. So, for a while there, I actually tried finding someone else, but no one stuck because they’re not you.” He reaches over and strokes my cheek. “Didn’t you wonder why I so readily agreed to your baby-making plan? It’s ‘cause having you carry my baby is my dream, too. Except in my dreams, we’re together—for real. And we’re in love.”
My throat tightens as the truth of his words slams into me. Hard. Fast. Undeniable.
Dominic Davies loves me.
And he has for years.
Heart hammering, stomach clenching, I shake my head. “I didn’t know.”
A small, sad smile lifts his lips as he puts his skates back on and steps onto the ice to collect his equipment and my clothes. “Well, that’s on me. I didn’t tell you because I was scared and there never seemed to be a good time.”
My mind races as I try to reconcile this new knowledge with the Dominic I’ve known all my life.
The boy who’d become a fast and easy friend from the first day my family moved in next to his. That broad smile and easy charm that disarmed my parents and quickly made him and his brother an extension of our family, especially when their mom worked late and mine would insist on having them over for dinner.
The young, gangly teen who’d grown into his popularity but never once hesitated to defend me from bullies who saw fit to make fun of my packed lunches filled with Filipino food, or the ever-so-slight accent that would sometimes slip out of my mouth when I was overexcited.
The newly-drafted pro hockey player who’d felt safe enough with me to come out to me first. Who’d always had my back as I had his. Who’d always encouraged me to go for my dreams as he went for his. The one who’d driven through a snowstorm to comfort me after I suffered my first heartbreak.
And now, the man who’d agreed to give me a baby because it’s what I asked of him. Because it’s what I wanted. Because it would make me happy.
All this time, all my life, Dominic had been there.
Waiting for me.
Loving me from afar.
And what had I been doing? Throwing myself into one relationship after another, trying to find someone to do… everything that Dominic already did.
“I’m so stupid,” I whisper, ducking my head and clutching my bra and t-shirt to my breasts.
“You’re not.”
“Dom, I’m no good at relationships. Every single one I’ve had fell apart.”
“You’ve never had one with me.”
“You’ve never had one, period.”
Dominic’s mouth curves, but it looks almost sad. Resigned.
“I’m trying to say that I’m not sure I’m ready for another relationship. And one with you?” There’s a tremble in my voice mirroring the one in my hands. “I can’t lie. There is a small part of me that’s harbored a crush on you since we were kids, but…” I draw a deep breath, “what if it doesn’t work? What if I mess it up? I’d mess up our friendship, too.”
His head shakes. “Never.”
“The risk of losing you? I couldn’t do that.” My mind whirls, picturing it. I’d be wrecked without Dominic. He’s been my rock, my constant, my bestie. I wouldn’t survive the crater he’d make in my heart if I didn’t have him.
“Listen to me, Charisse Soriano.” Dominic’s jaw tightens as leans over the boards and grips my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. “We’re friends, but I can’t ever go back to being just friends. I’m not asking you to date me. Hell, I’m not even asking you to love me. I’m just telling you that I love you. Always have. Always will. Nothing will ever change that. I’m yours. For always.”
“I…” I choke, my heart racing. I can’t, I can’t. I want to, but I can’t. “I have to go.”