Page 66 of Against The Boards

I sighed and grabbed his hand. “Thank you. I don’t know if I could have done it without you.”

He squeezed my hand. “Sure you could. I hate that we have a long drive home.”

I sighed. “Me too.”

“But I’m looking forward to you sitting on my face later.”

My mouth hung open at his confession, and he barked out a laugh. I squeezed my thighs together and tried not to think dirty thoughts. “Holy shit!”

“Consider it your reward for letting me help you get back on the ice.”

“My reward?” I asked.

“Rox, the only time I’ve ever seen you happier than when you were out there on the ice is when I’m eating your pussy.”

“You’ve only done that once!” I argued.

He smirked. “It was enough to know I need to do it a lot more.”

I laughed into my hand as he drove us out to the highway to start the journey back to Philly. I squeezed his thigh and felt a bulge in his pants. “Because you got me on the ice, you’ll go down on me when we get home?”

He smirked. “It’s a reward for me, too. I love a woman sitting on my face and riding my tongue.”

I whimpered and squeezed my thighs together. I was no stranger to facesitting, but the thought of doing that with him made me uncomfortably aroused.

He lifted his hand off the steering wheel and took my hand in his. He kissed the back of my wrist, right on my maple leaf tattoo. I thought that was my spot because it made me melt whenever he kissed it.

Benny was my match in every sense of the word. Having this casual fling with the sexy left-winger was going to be fun. I couldn’t believe we got here, but I wouldn’t complain about it. I was going to enjoy the ride with Michael Bennett. Especially the one on his face later.

“Pull over at the next rest stop,” I said.

“Why?”

“So we can fuck in the backseat! It’s gonna be a long drive back to Philly.”

“Fuuckkkk, Rox,” he groaned, but I noticed he put his foot on the gas a little harder.

I had Benny practically purring while he laid his head on my naked chest, and I ran my fingers through his inky black hair.

“Mmm, that feels so good,” he said.

I tried to control my laughter, but my chest vibrated, and he looked up at me with a glare. I ran my hand across his growing beard. “Sorry. I never thought you would be such a cuddly guy.”

He kissed his way up my chest until he pressed a quick kiss to my lips. He cradled my face, and I felt like all the air had gotten sucked out of the room when he looked deep into my eyes.

“What’s not to love about cuddling?”

I shook my head. “Nothing, I love it too. Men just don’t seem into it.”

“Way to generalize, Rox.”

I rolled my eyes at him and nearly yelped when he rolled us over so I was on top of him. We had spent the last two hours since we got home from Canada tangled up in his sheets, and even though my thighs were killing me, I couldn’t stop when it came to this man.

“You’re gonna break me,” I whined as I straddled his hips.

He grinned up at me. “I don’t see you complaining. You’re just as bad as me, huh?”

I bent down to kiss him again. “Insatiable.” I ran my hand down and felt his cock harden at my touch. “This is mine now.”