Page 25 of Merry Pucking Christmas

“Are you on the pill? Or should I pull out?”

I nod. “I’m on the pill.” Thank god for my last OB/Gyn appointment and her suggesting I go on it. Phew.

I’m not sexually active. At all.

But I’m glad I decided to take the pill, because the thought of York pulling out any time soon makes my heart clench in my chest.

My body heats up, and the cool air of the rink no longer bothers me. I keep grinding, riding York’s dick as he applies the perfect amount of pressure to my clit. Before I can even stop, my body’s building toward my release, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Not that I’d want to.

I grip onto York like my life depends on it as my body vibrates. “I’m coming,” I tell him, every cell in my body lighting up instantaneously. “Oh York, I’m coming,” I shout.

“That’s it, ride me, Noelle. Keep going, don’t stop. Fuck, I’m so close.” He holds onto my ass, gripping the flesh in his fists as he pounds away inside me.

I find his mouth, locking mine over his in an all-consuming kiss. It’s one of those kisses that changes everything. One where I never want it to end.

His body stalls for a moment before he’s grunting into my mouth, our kiss turning sloppy…messy…perfect as we cling onto one another. “Fuck, Noelle. You feel so good,” he groans through his orgasm.

Our foreheads press together as we both try to catch our breaths.

When my heartbeat finally lowers, I gaze into his eyes.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers before somebody is shouting.

We both perk up, noticing the Zamboni has somehow traveled onto the ice during our lovemaking.

“Oh shit,” York says, jumping up slightly.

I bound off his lap, getting dressed in record time and getting down from the Zamboni. I’m slowly moving across the ice as York gets himself put together and joins me.

My eyes widen as I spot the person who was shouting at us only moments before. It’s Danny, the security guard for the ice rink. He’s high up in the stands, so hopefully he didn’t catch us.

“I thought we were alone,” I say to York.

“So did I,” he says back as Danny makes his way closer.

And then I spot my father.

“Oh my god,” I say, my hands brushing through my hair so I’ll look more presentable. I can’t believe this.

Danny and my father inch closer to the edge of the ice as we draw near.

“Dad, hey! What are you doing here?” I ask, trying to sound casual. But if someone were to hook me up to a heart monitor, they’d see just how intensely I’m freaking out.

“Someone tripped the security system when the Zamboni switched on. What are you two doing?” My father’s looking past us at the Zamboni in the middle of the rink.

“Uh,” York starts, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“He was taking me on a Zamboni ride,” I say quickly, hoping my father buys it.

Truth is, I grew up at the rink and have ridden a Zamboni countless times.

My father’s eyebrow raises. “Why?”

York laughs, cutting the silence with the sound of it. “Well, that’s what I was wondering, but she insisted.”

I give him my best evil eye as he tosses me under the bus. “Dad, I just dared York that he didn’t know how to operate a Zamboni. He said he did. I didn’t believe him, so there…” I say, feeling pretty proud of myself for the story I’ve given.

My father shakes his head, spinning on his heels to leave. “Your mother wanted to have everyone home so we could exchange gifts.”

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