Page 94 of Seven Year Itch
“I just wondered...” she begins, but stops as a deep flush darkens her cheeks.
“What?”
She bites her lip in a way that makes my dick react. Usually it’s because she’s thoughtful or nervous, but this time... “We could check something off our list.”
My brows furrow. “Here?”
“Feels pretty exhibitionist to me.” She smiles and lifts her brows, her eyes dropping to my cock that reacts very favorably.
“I’m a sweaty mess.”
“I don’t mind,” she volleys back as she takes a step toward me.
“I’m wearing skates.”
“I’ll be careful.” Another step.
“I...” I swallow the knot in my throat as my dick thickens inside of my pads, pushing against the compression shorts and my nut cup.
I have nothing else to argue. No other excuses. We’re in the locker room... the team is out on the ice. I have maybe about ten fucking minutes before that whistle blows.
“Fuck it.” I drop my stick and gloves before grabbing her neck and hauling her toward me.
She lets out an audible squeal as I crush my mouth to hers, pouring the frustration I feel in this moment right into this kiss.
“I don’t like to be surprised,” I grumble against her lips before moving to devour her neck, sucking harshly in one spot.
“Duly noted,” she pants, gripping my collar as my hands roam down her body and steal under her skirt, wasting no time.
“Didn’t like it at the sex club. Don’t like it here.” I slip past her panties and push my finger deep inside of her, my entire body shuddering when I feel her wet heat. She’s soaked. And she’s tight, and her silky channel causes my whole body to convulse as I slick her wetness around her opening, flicking over her tight bundle of nerves with harsh pressure. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
She whimpers and grips my shoulder pads as I walk in my skates and press her against the brick wall. She grabs my wrist and rides my hand. “I’m not sorry.”
“Oh, you’re going to be when I’m done with you,” I threaten as I hook my fingers around the crotch of her panties and yank downward.
The fabric tears after a few more tugs, and she gasps when the cool rink air touches her hot sex. She blinks at me with hooded eyes, her brows pinched together as if she’s in pain. But I know what that look means. She wants more.
I struggle to undo my hockey pants, and as soon as I toss my nut cup and grip my bare shaft I throw my head back in anger. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”
She smiles and digs into her coat pocket, revealing a foil square between her two fingers.
“This doesn’t change anything.” My eyes narrow on her as I take the condom and rip the packet open with my teeth. “You’re still in the doghouse.”
“Ruff, ruff.” She giggles as she watches me roll the rubber over my angry cock, and I fight away a smirk as her playfulness pokes holes in my irritable mood.
“You want it rough, baby?” I ask as I grip her leg up around my hip and bend my knees to line my cock up with her center. “Is that what you wanted when you came here tonight?”
She nods silently, her lips parted as she holds her breath high in her chest and without any prep, I thrust up into her, my fingers digging into the meat of her thigh as a lightning strike of pressure rockets through my cock.
“Yes,” she cries loudly, her body arching into me as I grab her other leg and hoist her up around my waist, fusing our bodies together. “God yes.”
“Be quiet or you’re going to get us caught,” I command, looking at the door nervously. There’s no way to lock it so if someone walks in, they’re going to get an eyeful.
She licks her lips and wiggles against me, begging for movement. So I give her what she wants and fuck her hard and fast against the wall, thrusting into her at a pace that I have no business keeping up with after two periods of hockey. But that’s what this girl does to me. She makes me fucking crazy. She shocks me and pushes me and manages to dig shit out of me that I haven’t shared with anyone. God, she’s a pain in my ass.
She cries out when her orgasm rips through her, her voice echoing off the locker room walls, and I look to the door, certain someone had to have heard that.
A dark thought invades my mind. Maybe I want them to hear. I’ve been humbled on the ice enough tonight. I deserve this fucking win. I want everyone outside that door to know I just fucked my woman delirious in the locker room at intermission.
