Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I glance around, suddenly aware of our surroundings. Making out on the bustling streets feels wrong, like we’re putting on a show for anyone who might be watching. My mind races as I search for a more private place, somewhere we can dive into this moment without the prying eyes of the world.
Then it hits me—the rink. I remember the access code Coach punched in this morning, and I know it’s closed today. Perfect.
“I have an idea,” I say, my voice laced with excitement as I grab her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. I can’t help but smile at her as we weave through the crowd, my heart pounding with anticipation. The thought of stealing a moment with her in the rink sends a thrill through me, and I can’t wait to see where this leads.
It’s not long before we make our way there. No one is around, which sends relief coursing through my veins.
I’d hate to be caught.
I punch in the code of the back door, and she giggles as the door opens.
“Are we even allowed in here?”
I squeeze her hand as we enter. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
Her eyes gleam and I won’t be able to fucking breathe if I don’t kiss her again. I push her softly against the door, and wrap my arms around her waist. Our lips meet and once again I’m kissing her.
My body hardens in an instant, and I push against her, needing to feel that relief. Our kiss deepens, and I tug her closer to me, wanting to feel all of her against me. There’s just too much damn clothing.
But we can’t just have sex right here up against the rink door. I glance around, looking for anything that I can use. I could go into the lounge area, but I know there’s cameras in there. That’s the last thing I need happening.
“Follow me,” I say, grabbing her hand to lead her to the back of the rink.
“Are there cameras?” she asks with a tiny giggle.
I glance back at her and am once again struck silly by how fucking beautiful she is. Seriously, how am I the luckiest guy right now? I shake my head slowly. “There’s a few in the main areas, but I have an idea.”
She rushes along behind me, our fingers laced together. I pull her closer, needing every bit of her. I move the two of us into an alcove where the Zamboni is stored. I nod at it.
“I want you to ride me,” I tell her, my cock hardening at the mere thought of having Noelle’s pussy sinking down over my dick.
Fuck. I’m getting so worked up, and we’ve barely done anything yet.
Her eyes brighten as she glances at the machinery. “You want to have sex on the Zamboni?”
I nod, a smile spreading slowly. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Together we make our way onto the Zamboni, and I sit in the driver’s seat. I glance up at her, and I swear she takes my breath away everytime I look at her.
“Take off your clothes,” I demand, and she blinks at me.
“Um…”
“No need to be shy, Noelle.”
“I’m not shy,” she stutters. “It’s just that you’re you and, well, I’m me.”
I smile at her. “What does that mean?” I remove my heavy winter coat and she removes hers. She removes her mittens, scarf, and beanie cap.
“Well, you’re famous. You work out all day long, and you date supermodels, and well…” She’s rambling, and I place my hands on her hips.
“Noelle, you’re fucking stunning. I wish you could see you like I see you.” My heart pounds in my chest.
She chews on her bottom lip. “And how do you see me?”
“You’re captivating. You’re hands down the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. And I’m not just saying that to get laid. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.” I’m telling her the truth. I want her to know I’ve always had this boyish crush on her. Not that I would have ever acted on it.
“Really?” She appears stunned by my words, and I lower my hands slowly, undoing the button on her jeans.
“Yes, Noelle. You’re gorgeous, and cute, and …and…fucking hot.”
She laughs lightly, placing her hands on my shoulders, letting me help her out of her jeans.
I move them slowly down her long legs, and I lick my lips as her red panties come into view.
“They’re Christmas panties. Red and green,” she turns slightly, so I can see the back, and they have the saying, ‘Oh what fun it is to ride,’ scrawled across her ass, “obviously I didn’t think anyone would see them.”
I love this woman. It’s official. I laugh lightly. “These are by far the sexiest pair of panties I’ve ever seen.”
The panties are something I’d never expect from Noelle, and it’s something that makes me laugh. I kiss above the waistband of her panties, and she sucks in a deep breath. I push up her sweater, removing it from her body to spy her lacy-red bra.