Page 77 of A Scoring Chance

“Don’t run away from me, Cooper,” she pleads against my lips before pressing hers against mine a second time.

I need to put a stop to this somehow and put some space between us. We are in the middle of the local ice hockey rink, for fuck’s sake. She deserves more than to be taken against the boards, but I can’t stop myself. How can I possibly push her away when she is the first thing I’ve allowed myself to want in years? She makes a surprise sound as my hand trails down her back and cups her ass in my palm. She mewls softly into my mouth as I lift her into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and pressing herself closer to my body.

The warmth between her legs seeps into my skin as I skate forward, opening my eyes just enough to press her body against the plexiglass surrounding the rink.

Ramona nibbles and sucks her way down my neck, pure need burning through my body with each caress of her teeth against my skin. “We need to slow down, Beauty.”

“If you stop now, I’m going to explode.” She must have lost her gloves because crackles of electricity shoot across my skin as her nails drag down my back, gripping the hem of my shirt and tugging upward.

I lean back far enough to rip the shirt over my head. The cold bite of the rink tickles across my skin for a few moments before my lips press tightly against hers, grabbing the hem of her sweatshirt and tugging lightly. “Turnabout is fair play, Beauty.”

“I’m all about being fair,” she whispers, ripping the shirt over her head and tossing it onto the ice. My eyes drink in the swell of her breasts beneath her bra, her pinking skin as goose bumps pebble across her exposed skin, begging to be traced by my tongue.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, wanting to make sure she knows that this is the point of no return. I need her to spell it out for me, to be sure that right here in the hockey rink is how she wants to do this. She deserves so much more, but I don’t have the strength to stop myself.

Beauty drags her warm center up my cock before grinding down hard, her hips rotating as blissful agony makes its way through my body. “Beauty.” I groan loudly, skating toward the opening in the rink wall and placing her on her feet.

Her hand slides down my chest, her hand cupping my cock through my sweats, pulling another groan from my lips. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

“But here?” I question, wanting to make absolutely sure this is what she wants. Ramona reaches back and unclasps her bra as we inch slowly toward the closest bench. “And I don’t have any condoms.”

I drop my sweatshirt near the bench before spinning her around, taking a seat on the bench, and burying my nose into the flesh of her stomach. I nip and suck at her skin, popping open the button of her jeans.

“I’m on the pill and haven’t been with anyone in years.” My hands skim down her legs as I make quick work of unlacing her skates and tossing them to the side, each one landing with a thud a few feet away from us.

“Same goes for me,” I whisper against her skin, gripping the waistband of her jeans and pulling them, along with her panties, to the floor as the words I’ve been longing to hear finally slip from her lips.

“Take me, Cooper. Make me yours.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Ramona

Should we have waited until we made it to a bed, or at least someplace warmer than The Chill Zone? Yes, but right now, I don’t give a shit about anything other than the feel of Cooper's fingers stretching me open, ensuring there is enough space for him to slip inside.

I ride his hand, my eyes focusing on the way his cock tents his sweatpants, pre-cum leaking through them. Suddenly, an idea filters through my mind, and I smile, grabbing Cooper’s hand and removing his fingers.

I whimper, my walls clenching with the need to be filled again, but I won’t be deterred.

“Is everything all right? We can stop right now if you want,” he says, his eyes burning with the truthfulness of his statement.

“Everything is perfect.” I lean forward, brushing my lips against his before dropping to my knees. “I just want to thank you properly for such a wonderful evening.”

“Beauty. I don’t know if I can…”

“Shhh. Be a good boy and let me have my fun. I promise you’ll enjoy it. Now, I need you to lose those sweatpants.”

Cooper makes quick work of losing his sweatpants and dropping back down onto the bench. I reach forward, spreadinghis knees with my hands and opening my mouth, licking the bead of pre-cum from the tip. “Delicious.”

Cooper groans loudly as my lips wrap around his cock, circling it with my tongue, sliding it down my throat before releasing it with a loud pop.

“Tease,” Cooper grits out as he grips my hair tightly before shoving his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. “Fucking hell! No gag reflex.”

I smile around his cock as he continues to fuck my mouth while the sounds of our combined moans of pleasure fill the room. Wetness slides down my legs as I tighten my thighs, willing myself not to come from the way he fucks my mouth. I just hope that he’ll treat my pussy in the same manner.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He stares down at me with nothing but desire shining in his eyes before tugging on my hair and pulling his cock from between my lips.

I whine loudly, licking my lips as I lean forward again, but the hard tug on my hair has me freezing in place. “I refuse to come anywhere but inside you, Beauty.”

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