Page 87 of Dirty Pucking Tease

"Oh, you're on, baby. What are the rules?"

"The first one to score wins."

"If I win, we do whatever I want today."

"Deal."

"Let's do this." I pushed off the ice, gliding to where I'd dropped my bag when I saw Parker near Kaia. I grabbed two sticks and a puck before gliding to the center of the rink, where Kaia was waiting for me. "You ready." I flashed her a grin, handing her a stick. Nodding, she took the stick, and I dropped the puck on the ice. I had no idea what she was doing, but there was no way I was going to let her win. Not this time. She was spending the night with me tonight, and tomorrow, we'd deal with whatever happened.

We positioned our sticks on each side of the puck. My gaze flicked up, locking on hers. Her cheeks were flushed, and I had the urge to warm her up, but first, I had to win. "Call it." I'd give her that head start. "You say go, and the games begin."

"Go," she shouted at the same time she hit the puck with her stick, sending it flying through my legs. She was already pushing off the ice to meet the puck with her stick and heading toward her goal before I even snapped out of the initial shock of her getting one over on me. I'd underestimated her, and that was my fault. I sped up behind her as she pushed the puck down the ice. She reared back to smack it into the goal, and I knocked it out of her aim and sped down the ice.

We went back and forth, fighting for control of the puck, and I didn't want it to end, so I was giving a little just to take it back. I knew I should just end it, but I loved being around her like this. I wasn't ready for it to be over. She slid in with some fancy ice skating move and stole the puck, but I hooked an arm around her waist and spun her away from the puck, leaving me in control again. I reared back, smacked the puck, and sent it flying into the goal.

"Hell yeah!"

"You cheated." She laughed.

I nodded. "Yeah, I did, and I'd do it again."

"That's a penalty, so that goal doesn't count."

I laughed. "The rules of the game were that the first person to sink the puck wins. I did that, so I win." I dropped my stick to the ice. Cupping her face, I forced her gaze to mine. "I win. You're mine tonight."

She opened her mouth to say something, and I slammed my mouth against hers, swallowing her words. I was done talking. She melted into me, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her off the ice. She wrapped her legs around me, and I thrust my tongue in and out of her mouth with greedy strokes. Her hands tangled into my hair as she met me stroke for stroke. I pushed off the ice, gliding toward the penalty box.

We had thirty minutes before the hockey team showed up for practice. Owen was here, but I knew he'd be invisible until practice since he knew Kaia and I were talking.

The penalty box was dark, with only a small amount of light shining from the one rink light that was on. Breaking from the kiss, I set her on the penalty bench, dropping to my knees in front of her.

"What are we doing?" she whispered.

"Whatever I want." I smirked. "And right now, I want to taste you." I hooked a finger into her black leggings.

"Wait, here? Now?"

"Right fucking now."

"Jax."

Ripping her legs apart, I ran my nose over the black legging covering her pussy. "Just a taste before practice," I breathed. Her head fell back on a moan, and she rocked her hips into me. I smiled against her pussy. "I promise to make you come all over my face."

Hooking my fingers back into her leggings, I shifted so I could jerk them and her panties down to her skates in one fluid motion before settling back between her legs. I wanted to take my time and drag it out, but time wasn't on my side. There would be more time to worship every inch of her body tonight.

I dropped my face breathing in her sweet scent before I swept my tongue up, stopping to give her clit special attention with a long deep pull.

"Jax." Her tone was a desperate plea, a plea to make her come. Sucking on her clit, I slid a finger inside her, pumping in and out, working to find that perfect rhythm that set her on fire. One hand propped herself up, the other tangled into my hair, holding me right where she wanted me. "Fuck, Jax." Her pleas echoed through the empty rink. "Don't stop; I'm going to come."

"That's it, baby," I purred against her pussy, adding another finger. "Come all over my face. I want to wear your orgasm for practice." Her body started to vibrate against my mouth. "Every time I lick my lips, I want to taste exactly what we did in this penalty box."

"Fuck, Jax, I'm coming." I withdrew my fingers and replaced them with my tongue, lapping up every ounce of her orgasm.

"Fuck, you taste good." I groaned. She released my hair, and her heavy breaths filled the arena as she came down from her high.

It took us a few minutes to recover, but by the time the team hit the ice, we were decent.

"I'll see you after practice," Kaia said, flashing a flirtatious smile as she climbed the stairs heading out of the stadium. My gaze watched her perfect ass as she disappeared. Damn, it was going to be hard to concentrate on the game when all I could think about was her.

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