Page 27 of Pucking Dirty

He lifts me into the penalty box with his hands on my hips and the devil in his eyes. "Guess you should be real quiet then, Emilia."

The door slams behind us.

I gulp, scurrying backwards.

"What'd I tell you about running from me?"

"Something, something, you're a madman?"

"Yeah, that was definitely it." His lips quirk as he stalks me across the narrow box, heat in his eyes. "Your five minutes starts as soon as I get my hands on you."

He's deadly serious…and God help me, but I don't hate this nearly as much as I probably should. I want him. Here, now, against the freaking wall. It doesn't even matter that someone might see us. I don't care that we're playing with fire. I want to burn.

And I want him to burn, too.

I back up against the wall beside the bench, shivering when he immediately presses his body to mine, caging me in. His hand lands against my shoulder, gliding down until his fingers tangle with mine.

I whimper, my knees trembling as he lifts my hand up over my head, pinning it to the Plexiglas above me.

"Damn," he breathes, his eyes glittering with lust. "I'd spend a whole lot more time in here if you were here."

"Guess it's a good thing I'm not then. You can't skate with your dick in me."

"Wanna bet?"

"Definitely not." He probably can skate with his dick in me. He's crazy talented like that.

His free hand rakes down my body, those talented fingers finding my hard nipples. He plucks and pulls and pinches, sending lava into my veins.

I moan, arching into his touch.

"I love how sweet you sound when you're moaning for me," he murmurs, sliding his hand down the center of my chest. "That sound makes my cock so fucking hard."

"I want to see," I blurt immediately.

"Nah. Not until you come. That's my rule."

"Fuck your rule, Nash."

He growls, leaning forward to bite my lip.

I bite his in return, not willing to play fair if he isn't.

He growls again, shoving his hand in my pants. His fingers are cold against my skin, but the dichotomy is too damn good to resist. I sob his name, my eyes locked on his face.

"I like that sound too, Emilia." He flicks my panties aside, his thumb teasing along my slit. "I've spent the last two nights dreaming about you begging for my cock."

"Funny," I gasp. "I spent them dreaming about you begging for another taste."

His eyes drop to half-mast, his tongue flicking his bottom lip. "You're definitely on the menu tonight. Just as soon as your five minutes are up."

"Clock is ticking, Whatl… Fuck!" I cry, rising up on my toes as he thrusts two fingers inside me without warning. His thumb settles against my clit, a ragged groan escaping his lips.

"Christ, I love breaking your rules, Emilia," he murmurs, his gaze riveted to my face as he finger fucks me against the glass. "You're so damn beautiful when you're going wild for me."

"Nash, please." I writhe in the sweetest torment, caught in a maelstrom of his making, one threatening to drag me under and drown me in bliss.

"Please what, baby girl?"

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