“Damn, I’m impressed. You put a lot of thought into this. So what are you thinking? Coach’s office? It’s a little taboo, but I get the appeal.”
I shake my head, but don't offer an answer or even a hint.
“You’ve gotta tell me, Tiger, or we’ll use all our time guessing.”
“The penalty box,” I blurt. “Oh my god, you’re going to think I’m some kind of freak, but it just seems like the perfect place, right? I mean, it’s out in the open, but it’s also not. And you spend a lot of time there, and —”
“And you want me to think about fucking you ever time I get put in the sin bin? Jesus, Liza. I’ll be in there thirty minutes a game from now on. Coach’ll have my ass.”
“You can say no. It’s kind of a crazy idea.”
“Those are the best kind,” he says, taking my hand.
Ten minutes later, we’re standing in the penalty box, about to make my crazy fantasy come true. “There’s only one security guard on his side of the building. His name is Bill. He knows I’m working late, and this is his dinner break,” I tell Blue as I spread out the blanket I stashed in here earlier.
“I love all the thought you put into this, but are you trying to convince me or yourself? Because I’m up for anything, but I’m also cool with sneaking into your room later tonight. We don’t have to be daring to have a good time.”
I appreciate his words, especially since I’m not really known for my sense of adventure. Having sex in the arena is something my friend Fallon would do. But I’m feeling a little bold and I want to try it. “Maybe I want to be daring. Under very safe, controlled conditions.”
“That works for me,” Blue says, taking his shirt off and settling onto the bench.
I pull off my leggings and sweater so I’m down to just my panties, a cami, and my fuzziest socks. “Okay, so I was thinking about how we should do this, and I’m not sure what’s going to work best. I could face you, or?—”
Blue pulls me in for a kiss, silencing my questions and igniting a spark deep within me. Something about the way his lips caress mine renders my brain useless. It’s why I implemented the no-kissing rule. But since that’s gone out the window, so has my common sense. I’ll probably miss it eventually, but right now I’m too busy enjoying the way Blue’s hands roam up and down my back before making their way to my center. He slips his hand into my panties and runs his finger over the seam of my sex. I’m already slick and hungry for him, so his fingers glide effortlessly over my folds.
“I’ve been thinking about this sweet pussy all day, Tiger. Doesn’t matter how many times I have you, how many times I taste you and feel you, I always want more. Were you thinking about me today, too?”
I gasp as he fills my channel with two of his thick fingers. “Yes,”I say, practically panting.
“Did you touch yourself? Come all over your fingers because you just couldn’t wait?”
“I tried,” I confess as he increases the pace of his thrusts. “I wanted to, but I couldn’t.”
“We’re going to make up for that now,” he promises. “I want you to let go for me, Tiger. Don’t think about anything. Just feel what I’m doing to you. Feel the way my fingers can’t get enough of you. Feel how wet and ready you are for me. Feel how fucking hard you make me,” he says, lifting his hips off the bench so there’s no denying the hard length pressing against my ass.
I close my eyes and rid my mind of all the stress and the worry, all the deadlines and duties. This moment boils down to one thing: how damn good he makes me feel. When I focus on that, I hear my voice start to waiver as I cry out. My orgasm starts slow and then rockets through me, sending little fluttery pulses throughout my body.
“That’s it. God, that’s it.” he says, his fingers never slowing down even as I crest the wave.
It’s crazy that we’re doing this here of all places. And time should be our number one priority because we already know that I like the idea of risk more than I like actual risk.
But Blue is taking his sweet time warming my body up as I sit in his lap, my legs bracketing his thighs. I don’t even feel the chill in the air, despite the fact that I’m nearly naked. When he tugs at the strap of my cami, I lift my arms so he can pull it off. I’m so turned on that the cold air doesn’t even bother me. In fact, it somehow magnifies the sensation.
His hands squeeze my breasts and it feels so good that I can't help but grind my body into his.
“I’m ready,” I tell him. “Please. I need to feel you inside me.”
He mutters a curse before pulling back and settling me on the ground on shaky feet. “Turn around, “ he commands, grabbing a condom from the pocket of his sweats before pulling them down to rest on the middle of his thighs. “I want you to sit on my dick so I can watch this luscious ass while you take every inch of me.”
I didn’t think it was possible for my panties to get any wetter, but apparently, I was wrong.
Stepping out of my useless underwear, I follow his directive, and any nerves I was feeling about the logistics melt away as Blue takes charge. We’re both facing the ice as I essentially sit back on his lap. His cock is buried inside me, stretching me in the most delicious way. His hands are wrapped around my waist, controlling our rhythm.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his lips pressed close to my ear. “You take me so damn good. I’m gonna be hard as hell the next time I’ve gotta sit my ass in here. This might be the best idea you’ve ever had, Tiger.”
My hands are splayed on his knees, and since he’s carrying most of my weight, all I need to do is revel in the way he moves inside me. It feels so damn good, but soon, I’m hungry for more.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, and I happily comply. I’m not usually one to take orders, but Blue’s steering this ship and I’m happy to let him take the reins. I’ll put my pleasure in his hands any day. I swear he’s more in tune with my body than I am.
