Page 101 of Ice Bet

That’s not all that I’ve led her to.

Coach disappeared, and Riley’s skates against the ice caught my attention. I turned around, and her smile made me unsteady. “I did it.”

The guilt lessened the more I stared at the bright light in her eyes.Shit, I am wrapped around her finger.I wanted to spend the rest of my life putting that pretty glow on her cheeks. My heart sped up the more I stared at her gleaming smile.

“Come on.” I pulled on her hand, and she skated into my chest. A strangled noise left her, and I picked her up around the waist and carried us to the locker room.

“What are you doing?!” The blades of her skates dug into my lower back. “My dad probably isn’t even in his car yet.”

Fuck it.

The locker room was empty. I knew Coach was the last to leave. He was finalizing game plans for tomorrow. Typically, I was excited for away games. It was always a breath of fresh air to play in a different rink, and the guys were usually pumped up to defeat someone in their home rink, but I was frustrated that Riley wouldn’t be in the stands.

“I don’t care,” I said, pushing her up against his office door.

“Aasher,” she warned.

Her eyes moved all around the locker room.

“We won’t be alone for long. We have a hockey game to play, remember?”

Oh, right. And yet…

“I don’t care,” I repeated, shoving my hand into her pants. Her chest jutted forward, and my smile felt dangerous.

“If my dad forgets something…”

She was acting like she didn’t want me to touch her in fear of someone walking in, but her hips tilted, and she gave me more access.

“I’m doing what I want.” I kissed her long and hard, stroking my tongue against hers. Our little makeout session went straight to my dick, and I wasn’t sure if it was because we were in a rush, or if it was because I was so proud of her, but either way, I was uncontrollable. “It’s what you want too,” I said between a groan, pulling my fingers out of her. She was wet as hell, needy for my touch.

I bit down on her earlobe and fingered her again. Her hips moved against my hand, rubbing her clit on the heel of my palm.“Do you know how torturous it is to watch you move on the ice and not be able to touch you? I can’t go back into the rink without witnessing this.”

I loved watching her command the ice, but I loved watching her orgasm more.

“Watch what?” She dragged in a heavy breath, shutting her eyes as she tightened around my fingers.

“You riding my hand against your dad’s office door, knowing that someone could walk in at any moment.” I was acting absolutely feral, but I couldn’t help it.

She moaned, and I smiled. “You like the idea of getting caught, don’t you?”

I curled my finger against her, and mid-orgasm, I pulled my hand away and placed her back on the ground. I flipped her around and shoved my pants down.Fuck this.No one was stopping me from having her.

We both groaned when I entered her. I bit down on her sweaty neck. She tasted like salt and winter, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

She threw her head back. “Harder.”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head when I rammed inside of her, catching my name on her mouth with her quick orgasm. I pumped my strained cock in and out of her a few more times, frantically racing toward my own release. I pulled out quickly and shot my cum on her dad’s office door, dropping my head to her shoulder.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, completely shocked at my behavior. I knew how to fuck, but that wasintense.

We were both out of breath. I tucked myself away and pulled up her pants, knowing that her own pleasure was still dripping down her legs. Her sweaty and freshly fucked face was trapped in between my hands, and I kissed her slower this time, edging back and looking down at my cum sliding against the office door. “You make me do wild things.”

“I promised myself I’d never be with another hockey player, and yet, I just let you fuck me against my dad’s office door. So, yeah. I guess I could say the same.”

I chuckled, and her soft laughter filled the locker room.

The door opened, and I thanked my lucky stars that it was the crew, ready to play our ceremonial hockey game the night before our own. “Let’s gooooo! I have a milkshake to get!” Ford walked farther inside with Berkley and Emory following closely behind. They started grabbing their pads, but I watched silently as Ford jerked his head over his shoulder and looked at the wet spot beside Riley.

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