“Hi,” I breathe, the word barely making it out as I try to fight the tears. “I can’t do this, Scotty, I can’t—”
“Hey,” he murmurs, and he’s across the room in two long strides. His hands come up to cradle my face, warm and steady, grounding me instantly. “Look at me, Princess.”
I force myself to lift my gaze, to meet those stupidly blue eyes that I’ve been relying on for weeks.
“You can do this,” he says, low and certain. “You’ve done it a hundred times in practice. Your voice is perfect. Your skating is solid. And I’ll be right there with you the entire time.”
My breath stutters. “But what if I fall? What if—”
“Then I’ll catch you,” he says simply. “That's literally my job out there. To make you look good.”
“I'm terrified,” I whisper, because there’s no point pretending with him.
“I know.” His thumb strokes across my cheek again, slow and reassuring. “But you’re also the bravest person I know. You’re about to walk out there and show them exactly what you’re made of.”
“Scotty—”
He leans in and kisses me, soft and sweet and grounding, taking every frantic breath right out of my lungs and replacing it with his calmness. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine, and he smiles. “I think we might need to make sure you're relaxed before you go out there.”
“I am relaxed,” I insist, though my voice wobbles.
“Liar.” His mouth curves.
He glances toward the door, then back at me with a look that sends heat spiraling straight to my core. “Let me help.”
“Scotty, we don’t have time—”
“We have fifteen minutes.” He’s already moving, sliding a chair beneath the door handle with practiced ease. “And I can make you come in five.”
My breath catches. “Someone could—”
“Someone could what?” He turns back to me, eyes darkening to a shade that makes my knees wobble. “Try to get in? The door’s blocked.” He steps closer, lowering his voice. “Hear you? Then you’ll just have to be quiet, Princess.”
“Scotty,” I warn, not sure why when my legs are falling open.
His eyes drop to the tulle and he bites his bottom lip. “You look so fucking beautiful in this dress,” he murmurs as he sinks to his knees in front of me. His hands disappear under the layers of tulle, pushing them up, gathering them together. “You were made for this role, Princess. Made to shine.”
Cool air creeps up my legs as he pulls my shorts and underwear down to my skates and lifts my legs up so he can scoot between my legs. My legs are crossed around him, my underwear acting as a vice around him.
“Scotty,” I breathe, falling back and gripping the edge of the bench to steady myself.
“I’ve been thinking about this all damn morning,” he confesses, and I can barely hear him with all the tulle in the way.
“I want your thighs over my shoulders, your pussy on my tongue, and I want to ruin you before you skate out there and make every person in that arena wish they were me.”
My skirt is bunched around my waist now, and he’s staring at my center like he’s hungry.
“Stay quiet for me, Princess.” His breath skates across my pussy right before his mouth is on me.
His first slow lick drags a helpless sound from my throat, and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. His tongue traces slow, deliberate strokes, savoring my every tremor.
His arms wrap around my thighs, pulling me closer just as his hands open me wide as his tongue flicks over my clit so quickly I lose my breath.
“Oh, God,” I gasp as I sink my hand into his hair, needing more.
He groans against my clit, the vibration jolting through me so hard my hips jerk. His tongue traces slow, devastating circles before he sucks—first feather-light, then with a deeper pull that unravels me. A broken sound escapes, and I clap a hand over my mouth to muffle it.
“So sensitive,” he murmurs, his breath hot against me. “So perfect.”
