Page 59 of Behind the Bench

I have no control over my body at this point. The traitorous bitch is molding herself into his body and it’s all too much. Being this close to him, his tongue tangling with mine, I'm like a bomb about to detonate. I can feel the heat between my legs, wetness gathering in my lace panties. I lose all self-control and grab his ass just as hard as he’s grabbing mine.

I take his bottom lip between my teeth and bite hard enough to steal his attention for a moment.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes full of lust and want. “Feisty,” he says before licking his lips.

“You have no idea,” I say before working my hand from his ass to his front, where I’m met with his rock hard cock. I cup my hand around him through his sweatpants and he hisses through his teeth.

I give him a few slow strokes, but he grabs my wrist before I can really do any damage.

“Not yet,” he says while wrapping my ponytail around his hand and gently tugging it so I have no choice but to look up at him. I try as hard as I can to grit my teeth and hide how much this move affects me, but a moan escapes my lips. Lincoln smirks. “Oh, so you don’t mind if I pull your hair a little bit as long as it’s off the ice?”

“Fuck you,” I say, but my voice holds no bite. I do like it. I like it way more than I probably should.

He smirks again and moves his thumb slowly across my throat. “I said, not yet.”The way in which he says it is so damn arousing, there’s a slight throbbing between my thighs. I start rubbing my clit against his thigh like some horny teenager, desperate for some friction.

He sinks his teeth into my neck at the sensitive spot just below my ear and the sound that leaves my mouth is a cross between a whine and a moan.

More. I need more.

He licks his way up to my ear and I swear this man is amagician. Never in my life have I been this wet or this desperate after a kiss and a few quick licks to my earlobe.

“You like that, don’t you, Coach?” he whispers into my ear.

I nod because words are lost at this point. It’s me, Lincoln, and my damn orgasm that threatens to explode before this man has even really touched me.

“Touch me,” I say as I take his hand and put him exactly where I want him.

I’m so wet, I’m sure he can feel the mess I’ve made through my sweatpants. He cups my pussy and rubs the top of his hand against my clit.

Ohgod.

Holy shit, that feels good. My legs threaten to give out, but Lincoln lets go of my hair and wraps his other arm around me, holding me up.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asks with a hint of cockiness in his voice.

I am close. Very close. I hate how close. He’s barely touched me and I’m at the edge of the cliff, ready to free fall into oblivion. This is going to be horrible for his ego.

“Take care of me, or I’ll take care of myself,” I say, trying to gain some sense of control back.

I can feel him smile against my neck and the bastard has the nerve to laugh. “I’d love to see that, Ellie, but I think I’d like to taste you myself first.”

Before his words have a chance to register, he’s lifting me up and setting me down on the bench of my stall. “Up,” he demands as he fists my sweatpants at my hips. I’m at the mercy of his touch and immediately lift my hips as he pulls both my sweatpants and panties down in one quick motion. I’m still wearing my skates, so my pants and underwear sit at my ankles.

Lincoln pushes my knees apart so I am completelyexposed to him. He stands and takes a step back, rubbing his thumb across his bottom lip, drinking me in.

“Damn, Ellie. I knew your pussy would be pretty, but this…fuck. This is so much better than I’ve ever imagined.” Slowly his eyes move up my body until they meet mine. “And believe me, I have imagined. I’ve imagined just what you would look like. What you would taste like. What sounds you would make. Can I, Ellie? Can I have a taste?”

He sounds just as needy as I feel, and it does something to me. I feel powerful. I may be spread bare to this man, but he’s about to be on his knees for me.

He doesn’t break eye contact as he waits for permission.

Breathless, I nod once.

“I’m going to need to hear you say it, Ellie.”

Somehow, I find a way to make my brain and mouth work again as I desperately beg, “Please, taste me.”

That's all it takes. Lincoln drops to his knees in front of me. My legs will only spread so far apart, but I do my best to give him as much room as I can. He slowly kisses up the inside of my thigh and it is pure torture.

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