I lean in and brush my lips against his jaw. “Tell me more.”
He shudders.
“You're perfect,” he groans, his hips thrusting up into my hand. “So fucking perfect. The way you're touching me…fuck, Laura, I've been dreaming about this.”
Every word makes me bolder. I twist my wrist slightly and he curses.
“Fuck, yes. Right there,” he grits out. “You have no idea what you do to me. Watching you skate—watching you fight to keep going—I wanted to drag you off the ice and keep you for myself.”
“What else?” I whisper, squeezing him a little harder.
His eyes find mine. His blue eyes are wild, dark and unapologetic.
“I think about you constantly,” he says, hips thrusting into my hand. “Think about fucking you every time you look at me. Think about hearing you fall apart on my cock.” His hand grabs my jaw, forcing me to hold his stare. “Think about you riding me exactly like this while you scream my name.”
My body tingles. I’m soaked, throbbing, and every word from his mouth just pushes me closer to the edge.
His abs tighten under my palm. “Laura,” he groans, his voice desperate now. “I'm close. So fucking close.”
Hearing him like this makes me reckless.
“I want to feel you inside me.”
His eyes snap open. “Laura—”
“Please, Scotty. I need you.”
My voice is barely there, breathy from want, from how badly I’m shaking on top of him.
A low growl rumbles in his chest, and he drags his hands to the waistband of my sweatpants. “There’s a condom in the glove compartment.”
He pushes my sweatpants and panties down as far as he can, shoving them to my knees. I wiggle and kick until they’re off completely, tossing them somewhere into the footwell. I reach over the console and pop open the glove compartment, and a fountain of condoms falls out.
“What the—”
“Erik,” Scotty mutters, already shoving his jeans down his hips. “The guy has a Costco obsession. He bought enough condoms for the damn league.”
I chuckle as I grab a gold foil packet and toss it to Scotty. “Well, thank you, Erik.”
He catches it, eyebrows raised like he wasn’t expecting me to be this calm, this sure. “That didn’t scare you off,” he murmurs.
“No,” I say as I take my place back on his lap, right on top of his hard cock, pressing it between my thighs and his stomach.
I swallow, feeling the gravity of the situation.
Skin to skin for the first time. If he wanted to, he could shift his hips and be inside me. Instead, he’s letting me rest on top of him.
He watches his hands slide up my thighs, and when he reaches my hips, he holds me steady, his thumbs stroking the soft skin just above my clit.
“Laura,” he says, his voice wrecked as he looks up at me. “I can feel you.”
His fingers flex, and he guides me to rock against him.
“Fuck… you’re so warm and wet.”
When the tip of his cock reaches my center, his head snaps back and he curses.
“You have no idea,” he whispers back, “how close I am to pushing inside you right now.”
