Page 42 of Shootout
Normally, I’d have resisted being told what to do by a man, but with him, I liked it.
“Move up and down on me. Slow at first and then harder and harder.”
I did as I was told. Retreating until only his tip was inside me before slowly sliding down until he was fully buried.
“Fuuuckkkk,” Banks ground out through gritted teeth. He pushed his hands under my shirt and pulled it up until my bra was exposed. Yanking up on my bra, he squeezed both nipples, sending tingles of electricity through my body. “You need to get these pierced and wear little hockey stick nipple rings.”
I would’ve laughed at such a ludicrous idea if I hadn’t been fucking him. My thrusts came harder and rougher, and he met me halfway with wild, unrestrained enthusiasm. The world spun and blurred before my eyes, and my body gathered itself up for one final push. I ground against him, and he did the same to me. One more pinch of my nipples, and everything exploded.
I cried out Banks’s name as I came, and he came a minute later.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Jessie, fuck.” One more time, he catapulted me into the stars, but this time he was right there with me, driven by emotions that were almost painful because of their depth. As the intense feelings began to wane, we floated weightless in soft fluffy clouds of euphoria so satisfying I never wanted to return to mortal earth.
Please, let me stay here forever.
Only I couldn’t, and slowly we fluttered back to the surface.
Sweaty and spent, I fell against his chest, feeling its rapid rise and fall as he inhaled and exhaled. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, unable to muster the strength to move.
Then I heard it. I froze, and so did Banks. Our gazes met in the dim light. Someone was in here.
“Don’t move,” Banks whispered in my ear.
Not only did I not move, but I stopped breathing as I waited for the intruder to either discover us or leave. Seconds ticked by, and I feared this person would hear the loud beating of my heart. Footsteps rang along the bottom of the bleachers, coming closer with each stride, then stopped.
A few seconds later, I heard the metal clank of the outer rink door closing.
“That was close.”
“Yeah, but it was fun.”
“Great fun,” I agreed. As my brain returned to control my body, I attempted to make sense of what I’d just done and how I felt about it. The first item of business was to get dressed in case that person decided to come back and snap on the lights. Time for thinking later.
I scrambled off the Zamboni and pulled on my clothes. I didn’t bother with my skates but slung them over my shoulder.
“Next time I’m on top, and before you argue with me about it, there will be a next time.” Banks peered from his perch on the seat as he leisurely pulled up his boxers and jeans.
I nodded mutely because I didn’t have the willpower to tell him no. Two wrongs don’t make a right. And hooking up with him was so wrong, though, at this very moment, I wasn’t sure why.
ChapterFifteen
DISCOVERED
~~Banks~~
Shit. Damn. Hell.
What had just happened?
Sex had never been like this. That orgasm was something in a completely different plane of existence, and I’d been thrown off my game and smashed into the boards by the sheer range of emotions Jessie had wrung out of me. I wanted to savor every second, live it over and over again, grasp for that feeling, so fleeting but so addictive.
But I didn’t have time. Jessie had scrambled off the Zamboni and hurriedly dressed. She stood on the balls of her stocking feet, poised for an escape, and I wasn’t letting her off that easily. I zipped up my jeans and carefully dropped to the ground. Not an easy feat in skates.
“I have to go. Jason will wonder where I am.”
I gently tugged on her arm, pulling her into me. With me in skates and her in socks, the height difference was more striking than ever. I felt even more protective than I usually did. She was so small but mighty, I reminded myself. Jessie wasn’t a pushover, and she’d been handling herself in a man’s world for her entire life.
Holding her close, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her body against mine. I was struck by how much I didn’t want her to go. Usually when I was done with sex, I couldn’t wait to either escape or send my sex partner on her way. I guess that made me an awful guy, but why linger when there’s no deep connection or interest in having one?
