Page 80 of Ice Bet

“Do it,” I mumbled with him still in my mouth.Break for me like I broke for you.

He hissed and gripped the back of my head before pulling himself out. His hand fell to my chin, and he gripped it tightly, staring down at me with a carnal look. I licked his finger, tasting myself on his skin.

“Fuck.”

He pressed himself to my mouth and watched in awe, but before I could take him all the way, he dropped to meet me on the floor and pulled me on top of him. “Someone’s here.”

“What?” I was startled. “Who?”

He exhaled in my face, and for some reason, instead of being afraid that we were about to get caught, I was excited.

What is wrong with me?

“I think it’s Bob.”

The sound of the Zamboni machine echoed through the penalty box, and I looked past Aasher’s head and saw that the door was still halfway open. Aasher must have had the same thought, because his arm reached up, his long finger crept beneath the lower edge, and he slowly closed it.

“There,” he whispered. “We can wait until he heads to the opposite side and then sneak out.”

I nodded and wiggled down some more to hunker against his body. I was certain that Bob didn’t see us. He was as old as a bat and had fallen asleep on the Zamboni before…while it was on. But he knew my father well, and he would have no issues telling him that I was sucking one of his players off in the penalty box when the rink was supposed to be closed.

Aasher was right. Even if my dad was okay with me dating one of his players, he would kill him for this.

“Quit moving.” Aasher gripped the back of my neck and shoved my face into the crook of his neck. His pulse hammered against my cheek.

“Why?” I asked, tilting my hips a little. I was surprised to find him still hard. I guess the fear of being caught wasn’t enough to send his arousal packing.

“Because your mouth on my cock drove me fucking crazy to the point that I’m about to fuck you right here,” he seethed under his breath. “And don’t you dare tell me to, because I have no self-control when it comes to you.”

The Zamboni machine whirled louder as it got closer to us. I shifted against Aasher again, rubbing my damp leggings against him. He bit onto my earlobe. “You are trouble. Stop teasing me.”

“I’ll stop if you stop,” I whispered against his pulse.

He continued to nibble my skin, tracing a path of soft kisses against my jaw, all the way to my mouth. I turned, and his tongue slipped in between my lips, coaxing a silent whimper from me. I moved against him, feeling his hard length rub against my clit. He pushed up, pressing harder, and neither one of us could stop.

We were in sync. Pushing and pulling. Rubbing and moaning. The sound of the Zamboni started to fade, but neither one of us halted our movements.

Aasher bit my lip as I moved to straddle him. I stayed down low, but with the new angle, even with our clothes on, I felt a pinch of an orgasm peaking.

“Fuck,” I whispered against his mouth.

Aasher pressed harder, touching every part of my body, and then we both jolted. Another hot orgasm took me by surprise, and when I peeked at him, he mouthed, “Holy shit.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he whispered, keeping his hands on my hips.

“What?” I asked against his neck.

“You got me off and both of our clothes are still on.”

I looked down and blushed at the wet spot on his pants. Some of it was from me, and some of it was from him.

Aasher shut his eyes and angled his head backward. “What the hell am I going to do with you?”

It was a rhetorical question, so I didn’t answer. Instead, we stayed still against the dirty floor of the penalty box until the Zamboni was farther away. He tapped me twice on the butt, and I slid off him slowly and gripped my skates by the laces.

Aasher glanced up over the ledge before ushering for me to go.

I jumped over the side and landed on quiet feet before snatching my bag and racing up the steps. I darted into the hallway with Aasher hot on my heels. We didn’t say a word as we walked through the dark, and when we found ourselves in the lobby, he looked down at his pants and shook his head.

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