Kiss me.
Don’t kiss me.
Wait, kiss me.
I couldn’t breathe, and it had nothing to do with being on the ice and everything to do with being on top of Aasher. His amused green eyes were all I could see, and when they darkened, I did what any sane girl would do.
I leaned forward and kissed him.
We’d been skirting around each other the entire night, and I could see that he was teetering between right and wrong. But how could something that feels this good be considered wrong? So what, there was some silly ban on the coach’s daughter? It was a tale as old as time. And to hell with hating hockey players and never trusting one again, because I wasn’t sure there was anyone that I trusted more than Aasher Matthews. He’d proven himself worthy on so many occasions that I couldn’t use that as a barrier any longer.
“Riley.” Aasher cupped the sides of my face, and he pushed me back. His throat bobbed. “I shouldn’t.”
I stayed quiet, trying to figure out what to say. I didn’t want to seem desperate, but I also didn’t want to accept his attempt at doing what he thought was right. I wiggled against him, hearing my skates scrape against the ice. My voice cracked through the tension. “If you don’t want me like that, fine. But if you do, and you’re only pushing me away because you think it’s the right thing to do, then you’re wrong.”
“You’re tempting me again,” he whispered.
His hand trailed down my jawline, and the pad of his finger traced all around my lips before a gruff growl vibrated out of his throat. Suddenly, I was in his arms, and he was skating us over to the penalty box. The door flung open and bounced off the wall.
I trembled against him when he sat down on the bench, wrapping my legs around his back. He leaned up to kiss me, and I felt him everywhere. The knot around my waist loosened, and he pulled my hoodie off my hips, dropping it to the floor with a whoosh.
I moved against him, eager to feel what I was doing to him between my legs.
I wanted him, and he knew it.
He wanted me too.
I sucked in the air of the tiny penalty box when he dragged his hand over the curve of my hip and down to the laces of my skates. “On your back,” he said, flipping me around and laying me flat against the bench. I withered as he worked his deft fingers through the laces of my skates, pulling them off one by one and setting them on the ground.
“I’m proud of you for getting on the ice tonight.” His words were sincere, but his eyes were hooded, simmering with much more than satisfaction. A shaky exhale escaped my mouth at the faint touch of his nose skimming up my leg.
“Spread.”
The playful Aasher that made me chase him on the ice had turned into someone I’d only imagined on my loneliest nights. He was bossy and commanding and took full authority over my body, and I was at his mercy.
My muscles ached from skating for hours, practicing my triple lutz and doing whatever Aasher asked me to show him, but I had no problem spreading my legs and feeling the stretch in my groin.
“I want you so fucking much that I can’t find it in me to stop.” Aasher buried his face between my legs and inhaled. Heat wrapped around my neck and crept up to my cheeks. The brush of his fingers gripping the waistband of my leggings gave me butterflies. “I couldn’t live with myself if you thought that I didn’t want you like this.”
The slow tug of the fabric slipping past my curves made me pant. I leaned up on my forearms and watched as his tongue slipped out of his mouth to wet his lips. A fire burned in my lower belly, and when he flicked his attention to my face, my heart stopped. “I’ve imagined you like this for the past five days.”
“You avoided me. I thought you regretted what happened.”
Goose bumps followed his calloused hands as they scuffed my legs. His fingers dug into my thighs, spreading me wider. “Don’t you get it? I can’t control myself around you.”
His warm breath drifted over me, and I said nothing because it was too much. He cursed before sucking me into his mouth, and I was completely lost in pleasure.
Holy shit.
My pulse pounded, and I moaned softly, digging my fingers through his thick hair. We had so much pent-up tension and angst that it made this a million times better.
“Fuck, baby. This is better than I imagined.”
He pulled his mouth away, and I panicked.
I popped up, and Aasher’s eyes were like bullets, headed straight for me. “Hold on tight. I’m about to devour you.”
I arched my back when his fingers dug into my thighs, dragging me closer to his face. He propped my legs up on his shoulders and went back in for more. I gasped for air. I was drowning. My orgasm built quickly, and when he sucked on my clit, the entire penalty box went black.
“God damn,” he whispered against my neck, inhaling deeply. “That was well worth it.”
I finally opened my eyes, and he was staring down at me with swollen lips, still glistening from my pleasure.
“You think that was worth it?” I asked through ragged breaths.
He thinks we’re done?
Aasher ran a hand through his unkempt hair and shook his head. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ve already crossed too many lines tonight.”
He backed up against the glass and flexed his jaw as I moved toward him, righting my leggings and ignoring the wet spot between my legs. I cupped him with my palm and relished in the carelessness I was feeling. The entire hockey team could be in the rink and I’d still drop to my knees, because as much as he wanted to taste me, I wanted to taste him too.
“Riley,” he warned, peering down at me with wild eyes.
“Yes?” I asked sweetly, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. He looked straight ahead and shut his mouth. My turn.
“Fuck,” he whisper-cursed. “I’m going straight to hell.”
I smiled when his pants slipped down to his skates. There was something so enticing about driving Aasher even crazier than he was moments ago while he touched me and had me succumbing to him.
His length sprung out of his boxers, and I paused to relish how hard he was. My legs clenched when he took his hand and ran it over himself, milking his cock like he was beating off alone instead of me falling to my knees to take him in my mouth.
It took one hot glance in my direction for his hand to press on the back of my head as I sucked him long and hard.
“There goes my ability to say no to you,” he grunted, thrusting his hips to meet my face.
I ran my tongue along his base before taking him into my throat. I sucked, and he pulled my hair.
“I knew you’d be good at this by the way you sassed me.” His breathing picked up, and I sucked harder. “Fuck, Riley. Stop or I’ll come straight down your throat.”
“Do it,” I mumbled with him still in my mouth. Break for me like I broke for you.
He hissed and gripped the back of my head before pulling himself out. His hand fell to my chin, and he gripped it tightly, staring down at me with a carnal look. I licked his finger, tasting myself on his skin.
“Fuck.”
He pressed himself to my mouth and watched in awe, but before I could take him all the way, he dropped to meet me on the floor and pulled me on top of him. “Someone’s here.”
“What?” I was startled. “Who?”
He exhaled in my face, and for some reason, instead of being afraid that we were about to get caught, I was excited.
What is wrong with me?
“I think it’s Bob.”
The sound of the Zamboni machine echoed through the penalty box, and I looked past Aasher’s head and saw that the door was still halfway open. Aasher must have had the same thought, because his arm reached up, his long finger crept beneath the lower edge, and he slowly closed it.
“There,” he whispered. “We can wait until he heads to the opposite side and then sneak out.”
I nodded and wiggled down some more to hunker against his body. I was certain that Bob didn’t see us. He was as old as a bat and had fallen asleep on the Zamboni before…while it was on. But he knew my father well, and he would have no issues telling him that I was sucking one of his players off in the penalty box when the rink was supposed to be closed.
Aasher was right. Even if my dad was okay with me dating one of his players, he would kill him for this.
“Quit moving.” Aasher gripped the back of my neck and shoved my face into the crook of his neck. His pulse hammered against my cheek.
“Why?” I asked, tilting my hips a little. I was surprised to find him still hard. I guess the fear of being caught wasn’t enough to send his arousal packing.
“Because your mouth on my cock drove me fucking crazy to the point that I’m about to fuck you right here,” he seethed under his breath. “And don’t you dare tell me to, because I have no self-control when it comes to you.”
The Zamboni machine whirled louder as it got closer to us. I shifted against Aasher again, rubbing my damp leggings against him. He bit onto my earlobe. “You are trouble. Stop teasing me.”
“I’ll stop if you stop,” I whispered against his pulse.
He continued to nibble my skin, tracing a path of soft kisses against my jaw, all the way to my mouth. I turned, and his tongue slipped in between my lips, coaxing a silent whimper from me. I moved against him, feeling his hard length rub against my clit. He pushed up, pressing harder, and neither one of us could stop.
We were in sync. Pushing and pulling. Rubbing and moaning. The sound of the Zamboni started to fade, but neither one of us halted our movements.
Aasher bit my lip as I moved to straddle him. I stayed down low, but with the new angle, even with our clothes on, I felt a pinch of an orgasm peaking.
“Fuck,” I whispered against his mouth.
Aasher pressed harder, touching every part of my body, and then we both jolted. Another hot orgasm took me by surprise, and when I peeked at him, he mouthed, “Holy shit.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he whispered, keeping his hands on my hips.
“What?” I asked against his neck.
“You got me off and both of our clothes are still on.”
I looked down and blushed at the wet spot on his pants. Some of it was from me, and some of it was from him.
Aasher shut his eyes and angled his head backward. “What the hell am I going to do with you?”
It was a rhetorical question, so I didn’t answer. Instead, we stayed still against the dirty floor of the penalty box until the Zamboni was farther away. He tapped me twice on the butt, and I slid off him slowly and gripped my skates by the laces.
Aasher glanced up over the ledge before ushering for me to go.
I jumped over the side and landed on quiet feet before snatching my bag and racing up the steps. I darted into the hallway with Aasher hot on my heels. We didn’t say a word as we walked through the dark, and when we found ourselves in the lobby, he looked down at his pants and shook his head.
I sucked in my amusement and opened the doors, feeling pretty damn proud.
“Not a word, Duster.”
I pretended to zip my lips and began heading for my car with him following me. He opened the door for me and leaned over the edge when I sat down. “I’ll wait until you head home before going back inside.”
“Why are you going back in?”
He stepped back from my car door and looked down at his pants. “Because I have cum all over my pants. Imagine my roommates when I show up looking like this with you following me looking like that.”
Aasher crowded my space and ran his thumb over my swollen lips before reaching over to buckle my seat belt.
“Get home and stay there.”
I was tempted to say, or what?
But I chose not to.
Lines had already been blurred, and the more time I spent with Aasher, the more I was going to be confused when morning came.
