Page 41 of Shootout
“Why not here?” Banks’s dirty smile made my panties wet.
“You’re a naughty boy.”
“I prefer filthy, and I’m about to show you how much.”
I swallowed hard, but I wasn’t turning back now. I wanted him.
“Follow me.” He pulled me along on my skates. We skated to the end of the rink and through the gate to where the equipment was stored. Banks stopped and surveyed our options. His gaze came to rest on the Zamboni sitting in a darkened corner. A wicked grin spread across his face, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.
“Ever fucked on a Zamboni?” he asked.
“Have you?”
“Nope, but it’s been a personal bucket list item of mine.”
“You’re joking.”
“Do you really think I’m joking?”
I didn’t. Not one bit. He was dead serious. I studied where the machine was parked. We wouldn’t be seen unless someone walked within several feet. By then, we’d know they were there.
I blinked several times before stuttering, “How would we do this?” There wasn’t much room on the Zamboni for any comfortable position involving two people that I could see.
“You leave the details to me. I have a filthy imagination.” He picked me up and carried me to the driver’s side, setting me on the step.
“This is going to be difficult with skates on.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. But I’ll be resourceful. And how could we possibly fuck on this machine without skates on? It’s meant to be.”
“You’re crazy.” I grinned at him, ready and willing to give it a try.
“I know. Hold on to the sides here because I’m about to make you scream.”
With my help, he slid my sweats and underwear down to my ankles. Banks placed his hands on my inner thighs and pushed them apart. I gasped at the first touch of his tongue on my lady parts. He began to feast on me, and I squirmed against his mouth. Using his deft fingers and talented tongue, he drove me insane. I bucked and jerked in a half-hearted attempt to free myself from the sheer intensity of emotions, but Banks was relentless, not letting up until I flew high, shattered into a million pieces, and put myself back together on the way down.
He drew back and kissed me again, letting me taste myself on his lips, which was sexy as fuck. “You came quickly.” His white teeth shone in the relative darkness.
“I know.” I didn’t tell him I’d been thinking about sex with him for quite a while, though not on a Zamboni.
“My turn.” He hoisted me upward to the driver’s area. No easy feat considering my ankles were bound by my panties and sweats awkwardly wrapped around my skates. “Can you sit on the dashboard while I get situated?”
After a few aborted attempts and snorts of laughter, I managed to perch my bare ass on the dashboard. Banks clambered between the steering wheel and seat and shimmied out of his jeans and boxers before sitting in the driver’s seat. He leaned down and pulled a condom from his pocket. Expertly tore it open and rolled it onto his erection. I watched with interest, my gaze glued to his cock, large, thick, and hard. A thing of raw male beauty, poised and at the ready for little ol’ me. I licked my lips and swallowed. I wanted this man more than I’d wanted my gold medal, and that was a lot of wanting.
“Can you lower yourself onto my dick?” His grin crossed between naughty and expectant.
I tried, but my sweats and underwear got in the way. Back to the dashboard I went. Banks fumbled with the laces on my skates, unceremoniously yanked them off, and tossed them to the ground. Under normal circumstances, I’d be pissed at such skate abuse. These weren’t normal circumstances, and right now, I didn’t care about those skates, no matter what they cost me. Next came my panties and sweats, discarded with my skates.
“Now you can lower yourself onto my dick.” He slid the seat back as far as it’d go to make as much room for me as he could. Considering this machine hadn’t been designed to optimize a certain adult activity, that wasn’t far.
I straddled him and grasped his shaft in one hand to hold him steady. I’d been on top before, but never like this. Never. Banks’s head fell back, and the sounds coming from his mouth were almost inhuman, more like a predatory animal.
He held my waist, controlling what I was doing. I wiggled and tried to push downward, but he held strong. His tip rubbed against my pussy. With excruciating and deliberate slowness, he lowered me downward and I took him inside me inch by inch. I was full and spread wide, but I wasn’t hurting. If anything, I was in heaven.
“You’re so fucking tight. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked anyone this tight.”
I wanted to tell him he was the biggest I’d ever had, but I held back. He’d probably heard the same from a hundred women, and I didn’t want to be one more of those women. Once he was fully buried inside me, he leaned me back against the steering wheel. Not the most comfortable position, but I didn’t give a shit.
“Put your legs around my waist,” he ordered.
