“Mattias,” I beg. I’ve never been a church-going woman, but his name is a prayer on my tongue. My palms are flat against the wall as he sucks my clit again, and I whimper, my body growing taut as a bowstring.
“Hmm?” he murmurs. The vibration, accompanied by his finger moving deeper inside me, sends my eyes rolling.
“I’m gonna come,” I pant.
He utters something in Swedish I don't understand as he presses one more slow, open-mouthed kiss to my cunt, his hot breath lingering on my clit. I’m nearly undone—but then he pulls away.
“Such a needy little thing,” he says lowly. He stands and backs me up against my desk. Before I can protest, he lifts me onto its edge, then rips his sweater over his head. I stare up at him, breathless and wanting, completely vulnerable and exposed. He wastes no time dragging my underwear down my legs and tossing them aside.
“I want to give you everything you need,” he says lowly, his hands trailing down my thighs towards my knees. I let my legs fall apart, my nipples achingly hard in the cold rink air, and I know he can see how wet I am from the dark way he’s looking at me.
I stare up at him, undone and desperate.
He grabs two handfuls of my ass, tilting my hips off the desk as he steps between my legs. When he unbuttons his slacks and reaches into his boxer briefs, finally pulling out his cock, a humiliating whimper leaves my lips.
It’s thick and perfectly shaped, hot when I take it in my hand. I notice a slight upward curve as my fingers close around it, drawing back his skin and swiping my thumb over his glistening tip. My hips buck towards him instinctively. I’m achingly, disgustingly empty.
“You don’t know what you do to me, häxa,” he breathes, his chest rising and falling hard as he twitches in my grip. “Are you sure you want this?”
He drags his heavy eyes away from where he’s staring at my hand wrapped around him to look me dead in the eyes.
“I've already ruined my career,” I say hoarsely.
He drags two more fingers through my folds, pushing them apart and staring heavy-lidded at my center before he pushes his trousers and boxer briefs away. Then he’s positioning himself over me and dragging his head against me, catching my wetness. I lean back on my palms to stay upright.
“I don’t have a condom.” He pauses. “I didn’t plan for this. But I am clean, unlike that guy in the parking garage movie.”
“Just fuck me,” I tell him, a laugh escaping me. I just need him inside of me like I need air to live.
He pushes into me with a searing stretch and I groan loudly as my fingers find purchase in his lower back. Mattias starts slow at first, one pump, then two, but I’m so fucking wet it doesn’t take long for me to adjust around him and then he’s in me to the hilt, steady and hard. My fingers crawl upwards to dig into his shoulder blades, clutching him to stay upright. His breath is unsteady in my ear, and he murmurs something in Swedish I can’t understand.
“Fuck,” he gasps as I clench around him. “I’m not going to last.”
“Me neither,” I breathe. Already, I can feel my muscles fluttering around him, stretched so euphorically tight. He fills me perfectly.
His thrusts speed up, and then he’s gripping me by the hips, fucking me against my desk, his skin against mine. I hear the wet sound of his cock pounding into me and my own erratic heartbeat in my ears.
Lightning explodes through me and I see stars. I come like a bowstring snapping as my orgasm rocks through me. After two more thrusts, he comes, too, spilling into me. His hot, wet spend fills me as his forehead falls to mine.
“You’re more incredible than I imagined,” he breathes.
“You imagined me?”
“You have no idea.”
His words send goosebumps racing over my arms. Slowly, he pulls out of me, and I feel his come slip down my thighs. My head fits perfectly against his shoulder.
“I’ll have your desk cleaned,” he murmurs against the side of my head. I feel the vibration of his words through his chest, and they have an oddly calming effect on me.
“This rink is ancient. Probably not the first time it’s been debauched,” I reply.
“Don’t tell me that.”
“Not by me,” I say quickly.
“That’s even worse,” he replies. I laugh, closing my eyes and sighing against his skin.
I have no idea how long he holds me.
