"Yeah," I drawl, my tone laced with teasing heat, "but having you ride me could be an exception."
She bursts into laughter, throwing her head back, the sound echoing off the sketch-covered walls in a way that's pure, unfiltered joy. "That's not an exception!" But even as she protests, she's closing the distance, her steps deliberate, eyes locked on mine with that fearless glint. Up close, her scent hits me like a warm wave—cinnamon sugar laced with the rich depth of roasted coffee beans, softened by dark vanilla and a whisper of amber. It's intoxicating, wrapping around me, stirring that primal pull in my core.
As she steps between my spread knees, she pauses, admiring my stance with unabashed hunger. Her tongue darts out, tracing her bottom lip in a slow, deliberate sweep that sends a jolt straight to my groin. I groan, the sound escaping before I can cage it, raw and needy. My hands itch to grab her, but I hold back, letting the tension build. Instead, I reach for my zipper, the metal teeth parting with a rasp that cuts through the room's quiet hum. With a quick adjustment, I free my cock from the confines of my boxers, already hard and throbbing, veins standing out in stark relief against the flushed skin.
She admires it openly, her eyes darkening with desire, that bold side of her surfacing like sunlight piercing clouds. Her hand wraps lightly around my shaft, fingers cool against the heated length, sending a shiver racing up my spine. She leans in closer, her breath ghosting over my ear as she whispers, "Won't they hear us?"
I smirk, leaning forward until our lips brush in a feather-light tease. The contact sparks electricity, and I steal a passionate kiss, claiming her mouth with a hunger that's been simmering since we walked through the parlor doors. She moans into it, the vibration humming against my tongue, her body melting against mine.
Pulling back just enough to speak, I whisper against her lips, "The question you want to ask is if you want them to hear you."
Her smirk returns, sharper now, laced with that badass edge she wields like a weapon. "The idea of anyone hearing us does make me dangerously wet," she admits, her voice a sultry murmur that coils heat in my belly.
I chuckle, the sound dark and promising, as I pull her closer, my hands sliding up her thighs to grip her waist. "You're gonna be a quiet Omega then, yes?"
She nods, that fearless spark in her eyes unwavering, even as a flush creeps up her neck.
"I want to slide into that dripping pussy of yours," I murmur, my voice dropping to a growl, "unless you're teasing me."
Her smirk deepens, and she steps back just enough to strip out of her jeans and panties, shimmying them down her legs with efficient grace. The fabric pools at her ankles, and she kicks it aside, baring herself from the waist down. The aroma of her arousal floods the air—sweet and musky, a potent mix that blends with her natural scent, making my mouth water and my cock twitch in anticipation. I growl, low and impatient, the sound rumbling from my chest like thunder trapped in a bottle.
She smirks at that, naughty as ever, and saunters back. "Patience," she chides, her tone playful but commanding, wrapping her arms around my neck as she straddles my lap.
My hands find her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, gripping her ass with possessive firmness. I take a deep inhale, drawing her scent into my lungs—cinnamon blooming against the sharper notes of her slick, vanilla smoothing the edges like cream in coffee. It's heady, addictive, pulling me under. One hand slides between her legs, fingers teasing her folds, gliding through the glistening slick that coats her. She's soaked, her body responding to me with eager readiness.
"Fuck," I huff, my voice rough with awe, "I love when you're fucking wet for me like this."
With effortless strength, I lift her, my muscles bunching under her weight. She reaches down, steadying my cock with a firm grip, aligning it with her entrance. As I lower her slowly, she glides down my length, her pussy gripping me inch by inch, hot and tight and perfect. We both quiver when she reaches the base, fully seated, our bodies locked in that intimate vise.
"Fuck," she whispers, her voice breathy and raw, "I've missed your cock."
I smash my lips against hers, swallowing her words in a searing kiss. My hips buck up instinctively, drawing a moan from her that vibrates into my mouth. I begin to help her move, my hands guiding her up and down, her hot walls milking me with every stroke. The rhythm builds, slick sounds filling the air—wet and obscene, the loudest betrayal in this hushed space.
I pull her closer, our chests pressing together, and lift my hips to meet her descents, thrusting deeper. She buries her face in my shoulder, moaning softly, her whimpers muffled against my skin as she chases her release. "My sweetness is being so nice and quiet for her Alpha," I praise, my voice a hushed rumbleagainst her ear. "Now, you're going to be good and cum nicely all over my cock, hmm?"
Her whimpers pitch higher as I rise slightly from the chair, thrusting deep and fast, the wet slap of our bodies echoing despite our efforts at stealth. I fight back my grunts, jaw clenched, focusing on her—the way her pussy squeezes me like a velvet fist, the tremble in her thighs, the heat building between us. She unravels first, her body shuddering, walls pulsing around me in rhythmic waves.
A few more thrusts, and I follow, muffling a growl against her neck as I sink deep, filling her with my load in hot spurts.
We're both breathless, chests heaving in sync. I lift her carefully, sliding out before my knot can swell fully and lock us together—we'd be stuck for an hour, and as tempting as that is, this chair isn't built for it. She slumps against me, but finds the energy to reach down, her hand wrapping around my knot, massaging it with gentle pressure that draws a satisfied sigh from my lips.
We stay like that, calming, the room's scents now layered with our mingled arousal—her sweetness sharpened by sweat and release, my own smoked leather and amber grounding it all. She leans back eventually, her eyes sparkling with post-climax glow. "I'm coming to enjoy these spontaneous fuckeries," she says, her voice laced with that bold humor.
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.
"Me too, but don't get addicted or I'll run out of ideas."
Her giggle swells something in my chest, warm and expansive, like sunlight flooding a shadowed room.
Spontaneous sex and matching tattoos.
CHAPTER 28
Ice And Illumination
~ROSEMARIE~
"You rented the entire rink?"
