Page 69 of Scoring Grey

“Making sure my girl can’t run away again.” I watch the anxiety on her face morph into exhilaration as I skate down the rink. She’s so damn beautiful, especially when she lets me in, and I get all the pieces of her. We have come a long way in a few short weeks, but keeping the dark thoughts at bay, the ones that whispered she wasn’t coming back to me, was soul-crushing.

“I’ll never run from you, not again.”

“Hold onto that,” I say as I set her on top of the net.

“Cal,” she screeches as she grips the bar for dear life, and I chuckle.

“Relax, blondie. The nets are pegged into the ice, and it can more than hold your weight. How many times have you seen Nunez hop on top of the net after a win and hold up his stick?”

Her eyes flick over the net and the ice below as she releases an anxious breath. “Okay, get me down.”

“I can’t.” I run my finger along the top of her thigh-high leg warmers and watch her skin pebble beneath my touch.

“And why not?”

“I already told you. I needed to ensure you couldn’t run from me.” My hands run up the exposed skin of her thighs and dip under her skirt. “I never really liked leg warmers until now. I’m grateful they’re not tights.”

My left-hand drifts to her plump ass, and I squeeze hard as my right hand falls away, only to slowly count the squares as it climbs the bottom of the net in search of my favorite place.

“Cal,” she says, my name in warning.

I raise my eyes to hers and apply pressure as I teasingly run my finger down the center of her panty-clad pussy. “Hmm.” I quirk a brow as my hungry gaze locks with hers. “I want my girl.”

“Here?” Her lips pop open when my thumb rubs slow circles over her little bundle of nerves. “Are you trying to give me a reason to run?” Her eyes scan the empty stadium.

I hook my finger over the hem pull them to the side and use my middle finger to glide through her warm folds. “Do you want to run?”

“Someone might see.”

“It was practice. Trust me, everyone has changed and left. We live on the ice between games and practice this time of year. No one stays longer than they have to.” I tease the tip of my finger around her entrance.

“But—” Her words die when I sink my digit inside.

My mouth opens in awe as I watch her pale blue eyes flutter closed in ecstasy as her walls tighten around my finger. I finish her sentence. “But, if they do, they aren’t going to see anything but my girl sitting on top of the net.” I pump my finger slowly, and she bites her bottom lip hard. “Come on, blondie. Since when have you been scared of getting caught?”

“Is that a dare?”

“It’s whatever you need it to be to make that pussy come for me.”

I add another digit, and my hard cock strains against my cup when she rocks against my palm, seeking friction. There she is. That’s my girl, the one who didn’t care when or where because it didn’t matter. The only person who mattered was in the exact spot they needed to be. Her sweet moans and the sound of her juices sucking my fingers in have my mouth salivating for a taste.

I pull my fingers away, and her eyes snap open as she groans her discontent for their disappearance. “Don’t worry. I’m nowhere near done with you.” I lick her juices off my fingers before dropping to my knees. “But my mouth is jealous. I want to taste that pretty pussy when it comes all over my tongue.”

“Cal, get up. What’s happening is super obvious now?—”

My tongue spears her tight hole through one of the net holes, silencing her objections. A groan of deep desire is ripped from my chest as I taste her on my lips, and the scene playing out on the ice sets in. My dream girl is letting me have her on the middle of the ice in my stadium. She’s pushing her fear aside and choosing me. Fuck. I need more of her in my mouth. I reach up and tug hard at the hole, tearing the net for better access. With the tiny barrier removed, I’m able to dive deeper, and the second I do, I feel her walls pulsate around my tongue. She’s already so close to letting go. The risk of getting caught is intoxicating, every sense is heightened. The emotional high, coupled with the pleasure, is an out-of-this-world experience I’m seconds away from delivering.

“Don’t stop. I’m so close,” she pants as she grinds against my face as best she can.

I slide two digits inside. “Let go, blondie,” I say before sucking her clit into my mouth and curling my fingers to hit that spot I know drives her crazy, and she detonates. My cock twitches, and I feel pre-cum leak from its tip as I pump her through the aftershocks and her juices coat my lips.

I’m savoring every drop when her fingers tug at my hair. “Get up here.” A smile pulls at my mouth. I fucking love when she bosses me around.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say getting to my feet.

When I’m full height, she leans down and crashes her lips to mine. Her tongue plunders my mouth in a claiming kiss that sends the doubt that dared to lurk in the shadows out.

“I need your cock.”

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