Page 25 of 50 First Skates

“It’s a really great stepping stone. I like this stepping stone a lot more than I thought I would.”

“But what was your ultimate goal? When you decided to be a coach?”

I pause a little too long before telling her—partly because she’s giving me a slow-burn hand job and partly because I don’t want to have this conversation right now. “New York.” I don’t know why it makes me uncomfortable to tell her or even to think about it.

“NHL?”

“Yup.”

She’s quiet. Too quiet. And she’s stopped moving her hand.

“Hey,” I say.

“Hmm?”

“That was the plan long before I met you.”

“Is it still your ultimate goal, though?” she asks.

“Right now, my ultimate goal is to take your shoes off so I can get your pants off.”

“But really, Dean. Do you still want to move to New York? Eventually?”

“I don’t know anymore.”

“Because I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to live in a big city if…if I’m like this.”

“I know. I don’t think it would be a good idea either. And I like it here.” I pull her hand out and roll over on top of her. Kiss her cheek. Her mouth. Her neck. “I like the Comets.” I grip the waistband of her sweats and tug on them. She wiggles around, lifting up her ass to make it easier for me. “I like you more than I like the idea of coaching in New York.” Before dipping down under the blankets, I say, “So don’t even try to tell me you don’t want to hold me back, okay? You don’t hold me back.You’rethe ultimate goal.”

Her hands are in my hair, and she’s pushing me down. I like that. I fucking love it. It’s so warm under the blankets, but it’s hot between my girl’s thighs. I tug her pants down to her ankles so she can bend her knees and spread her legs more. That feeling I had of being enclosed and infinite at the same time before? That was nothing compared to this. This is the landscape that truly takes my breath away. The hills and valleys that I want to explore in the dark and broad daylight. The pool of heavenly essence that silences me and makes me want to beat my chest and growl, because this is for me. This is mine. I did this to her.

I lick and bite up her wet inner thigh. She’s wriggling around and anxious in anticipation already. Shivering, and it’s not fromthe cold air. I blow warm breath over her clit and then suck it into my mouth, humming to create vibrations. She cries out and pushes down on my shoulders, freezing and then shuddering, rocking her hips when I swirl and flick my tongue. So wet and ready for me already, but I’m going to make her come with my tongue first. Hard and fast, before she has a chance to go down on me.

I consume and savor her. I spell out her name with the tip of my tongue on her pussy. TheSand theOare almost enough to put her over the edge.

I’ve been down here before, but it crosses my mind that it’s new for her. I should probably take it slow, but she’s read me some of her journal entries. She knows what we’ve done. But it still blows my mind that in a way this is the first time I’m bringing her to orgasm. It turns me on so fucking much too, to be honest.

I’ve teased and tormented her. I’ve been sweet, and I’ve been rough and dirty with her. She is always, always a filthy angel.

I kiss gently, trace kisses all around, and then kiss her more passionately. I can feel and hear her losing her mind, and her sweet elixir is driving me insane. It’s time for me to grip her ass and fuck her relentlessly with my tongue. She writhes around, bucking her hips, and I ride it out until she goes tense and still.

That’s my girl.

I come up for air, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, savoring her scent, before she clumsily grabs the back of my neck to pull me down for a kiss.

“I don’t think I can wait to make you come before you fuck me—sorry,” she says sweetly.

“Sweetheart, that is the best apology I have ever heard.” I lower my head and push her shirt up so I can pay my respects to her tits first. The right one, she’s sassy, but the left one—Icapture that left nipple between my teeth and then suck it into my mouth—the left one is a gorgeous little brat.

I feel her fingers in my hair again. Twirling and then tugging. She’s impatient, and I don’t plan to edge her tonight. Reaching into my coat pocket, I find and tear open a condom packet in the dark. I don’t need this coat and it’s starting to piss me off, but I don’t even have the patience to take it off now.

Rolling the condom on, I say, “Fuck, I wish I had the patience to get out our phones so I could do a video telling you that you’re gonna feel me between your legs in the morning, sweetheart. But I’m telling you now, and I hope it doesn’t scare you. I’m gonna fluice you senseless.”

She laughs at that, but she can hardly speak. “Bring it.”

I position the head of my cock at her soaking-wet entrance and ask, “You ready?”

She makes a muffled high-pitch sound, and I push in. Slow as she exhales and then hard enough for her to yelp. I forgot again that this is the first time she remembers taking my cock, but I’m in now.