Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I close the distance between us, crushing my lips to hers. She responds immediately, opening for me as she clings to my biceps through my sweater. The familiar heat ignites between us, but there’s something different about this kiss, an openness beneath the hunger that makes my chest ache as I guide her backwards.
We drift across the ice, locked together and hands everywhere, until her back meets the boards with a gentle thud. The heat really kicks up a notch then, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging just enough to make me groan against her mouth.
“This wasn’t in Flo’s routine,” she whispers between kisses.
“Advanced lesson,” I murmur, nipping at her sensitive ear lobe. “Extra credit.”
Her laugh turns to a gasp as I kiss my way down her throat while my hands find their way under her sweatshirt to the warm skin beneath. I cup her breasts through her sports bra, and she arches into my touch.
“Someone could walk in,” she says, but she makes no move to push me away.
“Nope. Like I said. All ours until seven o’clock. We’re completely alone.” I slide my hand down the front of her leggings, finding her underwear already soaked. My cock jerks in approval. “What’s this, Bossy? Does figure skating turn you on?”
“Maybe.” Her soft moan as I rub her clit in circles through her panties fills the space between us. “You might also have something to do with it.”
“Oh yeah?” I play it cool as I shove her sweatshirt up and her sports bra along with it. Her throat works as I expose her flushed nipples, already tight with arousal, to the cold air.
But again, she doesn’t try to stop me.
Looks like we’re both ready to quit pretending we care about silly things like being all over each other in public spaces.
“Tell me more about that,” I encourage as I thumb one stiff peak, teasing her tip as my other hand retreats from her pants just long enough to guide her leggings and panties beneath her ass.
“You can’t strip me naked out here,” she whispers, clinging to me as I kiss her again.
“I’m not,” I murmur against her sweet mouth, sucking her bottom lip hard enough to make her moan. When I release it, I promise, “Just need a little room to work, that’s all. Now, spread your thighs for me, Bossy. I need you coming on my hand five minutes ago.”
Her eyes darken as she reaches for the top of my fleece-lined track pants. “What if I don’t want to come alone?” She slides her hand inside, her palm grinding against my cock through my cotton boxers. “Looks like you’re already wet, too,” she murmurs, her thumb pressing the spot where I’m leaking pre-come, so desperate for her that I can hardly breathe as she adds, “You need to get off, princess?”
“Not as bad as you do, Bossy, and I’ll make a mess. Let’s concentrate on you right now.” I glide two fingers deep into her soaked pussy, curling them forward in a “get over here” motion that makes her head fall back against the plexiglass. I bring my thumb to her clit, applying pressure as I continue to fuck her with my hand until her ragged moans fill the air. “Do you know how good you look skating in these leggings?” I whisper against her forehead, my breath coming faster now, too. “I’ve been wanting to bend you over the gate and fuck you since the second you walked in.”
I add a third finger, her cunt clamping down like a vise as she starts to tremble.
“And I’m never going to forget you like this. Half naked and shameless for me against the boards.” I bend low, nearly breaking my back to bring my tongue to her nipple, but the contortion is worth it. I suck her deep, and she cries out, her hips jerking hard into my fingers as she starts to go.
“Oh, God,” she cries out. “Oh, God, Stone!”
“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Fuck, Rem, love feeling you come.” I hook my fingers harder, knuckles grinding inside her until her scream bounces off the rafters. Her spine bows as she comes in violent, full-body spasms that have me pinning her hips to the boards to keep her from taking that fall Flo warned us about. She chokes on my name, her pussy milking my fingers until my jealous dick throbs.
When she finally starts to come down, she reaches for my pants again, but I gently bat her hand away and pull her clothes back into place.
“I can’t, Rem. Not here, it’ll make too much of a mess,” I say, my jaw tight with the effort it takes to tell her no. “But if you feel like following me back to my place, I would be happy to ruin your pussy at least half a dozen times.”