A smirk curved his lips. “Hell yeah. Make me your favorite toy.” His hand cupped my breast, his lips closing around my nipple again with a light nip from his teeth.
“Fuck, Nick, you’re going to make me come.”
He made possibly the sexiest noise a man can: that cocky, dark chuckle when they know they’re driving you up the wall. His voice when he spoke was deep and raspy. “Come all over this cock, angel.”
I mewled, needing more words from him. “More,” I begged. “Dirtier.”
His lips nibble up my neck as he continues the relentless grinding, feeling enormous in his pants. “You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you? You need me?”
Now he’s getting somewhere.
“I want it in my mouth,” I blurted out.
Another dark chuckle. “Next time, angel. This time, you’re coming like this for me.”
He resumed his work at my breasts, lavishing each with attention. His hands glided up my back, holding me steady as I worked short strokes at the tip of his cock. I met his eyes where he looked up from my breast, letting him know that it was happening.
“Nick.”
“Come on, baby,” he grunted, putting my hips where he wanted them and bringing us both over the edge, me first with a wheezy cry and then him with a long sigh.
“Everybody okay in here?” came a voice from the hall. I yanked my bra back over my tits, making wide eyes at Nick.
“Oh, yep, just getting my skates off!” I said cheerfully.
“Okay! I’m going to close up in ten minutes if that’s okay with you guys.”
I gaped at Nick. Was he acknowledging that both of us were in the locker room together?
“Yep! I’ll let Nick know when I see him,” I said, trying to cover somehow.
“I’ll be closing everything down. Just drop your skates on the counter.”
“Sure thing!” I chirped.
Eric’s footsteps trailed away as Nick laughed into my cleavage.
“How much do you think he heard?” I whispered.
Nick shrugged. “You know? I don’t want to know. But hey. I had fun.”
I cocked my head to the side. “You did pretty good on the dirty talk. Where’d you get all that from?”
He chuckled. “The guys.”
I flicked my eyebrows up. “If you’ve got their expert coaching, are you sure you need mine?”
Nick froze. “Do you . . . not want to do our arrangement anymore?”
“Oh, um, that’s not what I meant. Unless you don’t think you need me.”
He gripped my chin between two of his fingers. “I can assure you that I need you, Annabelle.” He puckered his lips for a juicy kiss. “The guys don’t give me kisses or have great boobs.”
I couldn’t help but giggle at that. He interrupted my laughing fit with a question that sobered me quickly.
“Come have dinner with me?”
“We can’t be seen out together, Nick. This was risky enough. He could have seen us kissing on the ice.”
