Page 37 of For the Love of Skating
“I need you, Granger. I’m just nervous that you might not like me afterwards, because I’m not perfect.” My voice comes out small, and I feel like I could die from embarrassment as my eyes start to close.
“Hey, look at me.” He waits until I’m staring up at him before placing a sweet, gentle kiss on my lips and pulling back. “No one is perfect, but in my eyes, Princess, you're perfect in every way. Don’t you know I’ve been waiting for you, even when I didn’t know it? Do you trust me?” he asks patiently. His voice is so steady and honest that I melt into him once again.
Fuck it. He wants me and I need him, so I’m done hiding. I’ve been hiding almost my whole life, and it’s time I let go, to find pleasure in Granger’s arms.
“Yes,” I breathe out, and I’m not the least bit surprised by how much I do trust him.
“Good, because you might want to hold on tight to something, and try not to pull my hair out. Why the fuck are you still dressed?” he asks seriously, like my clothes personally offend him. Then he decides to take matters into his own hands.
His calloused fingers skim over the sliver of skin between my yoga pants and sweater, leaving a burning trail behind with just a touch. He looks at me for permission, and at my nod, he raises my shirt over my head slowly, cursing under his breath at the sight of my white lacy bra that stands out against my skin. He crouches on his heels and grabs my waist, his fingers biting in lightly before hooking his thumbs into my pants and tugging them down. He groans as if in pain, biting his wide lip, and he flicks his dark gaze up to me before leaning forward. He skims his nose over my lacy matching panties, breathing in deeply with another groan, and licks the wet lace in one, long swoop of his tongue. My jaw drops as he looks up at me with a pleased smirk sliding across his face, and he winks before doing it again, seeming to enjoy my reaction at the filthy way he tastes me. He’s a dirty man in the bedroom, and I didn’t know I would love that, but I do. I really fucking do.
“Hold on to me,” he says with a smooth as honey demand, just before he slides his one arm around my waist and the other under my butt.
I’m confused for a second and let out a small shriek of surprise when he lifts me with ease until my pussy is at level with his face, then he straightens to his full height. He takes a few small steps, my back hits the wall, and then he’s only holding me up with his big hands under my ass and my legs draped over his forearms. He acts like I weigh nothing as his shoulder muscles shift, then he leans forward and licks with the flat of his tongue over my panties again.
“This okay?” he asks, his voice muffled as he continues to lick me over my lacy underwear, his fingers flexing on my ass each time I shiver.
He must be insane… Is this okay!? Um, yeah, it’s more than okay. It’s fucking hot, and oh so sexy when he glances up at me to see my reactions.
“It’s perfect, but I need more,”I rasp out, sounding desperate. I grab a fist full of his hair when he chuckles against me, his hot breath seeping through the clinging lace.
“Your wish is my command,” he says just before hoisting me up higher, until my butt is on his biceps with his palms flat against the wall under me and my legs are thrown over his shoulders with my ankles crossed behind his upper back.
He breathes me in one more time before biting the lace of my underwear and moving it to the side so I’m completely exposed to him.
“So fucking wet and fucking mine,” he growls out, and buries his face into my pussy with his rapid tongue showing me no mercy.
My head bangs against the wall behind me as I arch my back and pull his hair at the same time, just as he slides the flat of his tongue up and down my slit leisurely, eating me out like the finest dessert. I’ve never felt anything like this, and I’m sure he’s giving my pussy the same attention he brings to the ice. Focused and challenged… I can’t wait to experience his goal of bringing me to new heights. A small bit of doubt still holds me back, but he puts a stop to that.
His head tilts back so he can look up at me, and my eyes glaze over when he sticks his tongue out to flick against my clit in fast movements without glancing away. My hips want to move, to ride out my orgasm, but what if that’s not what he wants?
“Kat, let go and stop holding back. I have you, baby. Ride my face,” he commands in a raspy voice before diving right back in and devouring my pussy with his smooth lips and talented as hell tongue.
My hips roll, chasing after something within my reach, and the sounds of my loud moans echo around the room the closer I get to the edge of release. My body locks up and arches off the wall, my stomach clenching as my thighs squeeze around his ears. He doubles his movements, swirling his tongue, not slowing down as I start to come in an orgasm so intense that my whole body shakes. He keeps licking me until I can’t take anymore, before pulling back slightly to gently kiss me on my inner thigh, then he slowly sets me down. I sway on my feet for a second and grip his bicep that flexes under my touch to steady my shaking legs. He looks down at me with a cocky smirk, looking far too pleased with himself.
“Still thinking, Princess?” he asks with a hum in his throat as he unhooks my bra, throwing it somewhere over his shoulder, and then bends down to drag my wet panties completely off.
“Yes, so you should really do something about that,” I sass back, but my voice comes out raw from the screaming I just did. He chuckles darkly, knowingly, then his large palms span my waist, and he tosses me onto the bed.
I land with a high pitched scream, my hair a pink cloud of messiness, and I shove it behind my ears as I playfully scowl at him.
“Oh, I’m going to. Now spread your legs wide for me, Princess, and don’t let go.” His voice sounds deeper than usual as he stares at me with a heated gaze, and I feel that in my pussy. I’m here for this.
He drags his boxer briefs down his hard thighs and places his knees onto the bed before crawling across the mattress in unhurried movements to me with shifting muscles that makes my core clench tight. Nerves flutter in my stomach at the sight of his hard as steel, big, and long cock… How the hell is that supposed to fit? I grip the sheets on either side of me and mentally chant ‘it’s going to be okay, Granger will give you everything you need.’ Once he’s fully covering me from head to toe, he leans on his elbows and cups my face tenderly.
“Kiss?” He puckers his lips, making me giggle and easing the tension through my body.
It’s become our teasing game ever since that night at his parents, when I pouted and asked for a kiss. Every time one of us does that, the other must immediately kiss them, no matter where we are—in public or not. It’s cheesy, but this big jock still does it for me, just to make me laugh. Tilting my head back, I lightly bite his plump bottom lip before drawing it in to suck on, then do it again, just to hear him groan in pleasure.
“How do you want to do this?” I ask him, sliding my lips back and forth over his smoothly.
“What do you mean? I’m pretty sure there’s only one way to do this. Well, unless you want me to take your fine as hell ass, then I’m definitely game.” I gasp and pull back quickly, but it’s to only see him smiling, holding back a chuckle. I smack his shoulder and giggle as he bites his lip.
“I meant to say I’m on the pill and clean. I’ve only done this once years ago…” My voice trails off as it occurs to me that I think I would be okay if we didn’t use protection. I really just want to feel him inside me completely bare.
But no ass play…yet. I don't know if I’d like that, but I bet he could talk me into it and still rock my world.
“Fucking hell, Princess, you’re trying to kill me,” he groans out loud, placing his forehead against mine. “I’m clean too. Coach makes us get a check-up once a month, and I’ve never gone without protection. But fuck, I want that more than anything. I do trust you,” he says softly, and shifts back to trail kisses down my neck until goosebumps cover my skin.
