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A grin spreads across my face. “I’m the only one who knows how you taste,” I say, my voice going hoarse. She makes a soft whimpering noise. “And if you say yes, that’s how it’ll stay, because I don’t fucking share.”
She licks her lips, drawing my attention to her lush mouth, and I stifle a groan. “Let’s…let’s do the routine. Right now, with this energy.”
I let out a pained laugh. “Okay. Give me a second though. You don’t want me lifting you with eighty percent of my blood in my dick.”
She giggles. “No, probably not. But there are definitely other things I want you to do to me in that…condition.”
I groan. “You saying things like that to me isn’t helping the situation.”
She skates around me in a circle, dragging the tips of her fingers around my waist, grazing my ass. “It’s not?” she asks, blinking at me innocently. “So I shouldn’t tell you about how I go home every night after practice and touch myself, imagining it’s your fingers between my legs?”
I let out a growl and grab her, pulling her against me. “Are you my dirty little virgin, Cate?”
“Not for long, I hope,” she whispers, and I lose all control. I wrap her ponytail around my fist and pull her face to mine, kissing her hard and deep. Claiming her mouth the way I want to claim every inch of her body.
“What do you think about when you touch yourself, princess?” I rasp against her mouth.
“You,” she moans. “How much I want you. How much I like you. How I think I might be—“ She cuts herself off and my heart pounds in my chest, because I know what she was going to say.
That she might be falling for me. I know, because I think I’m falling for her, too.
“Still want to do the routine?” I ask, giving her ponytail a little tug. She whimpers but then nods.
“We should. With this tension, we should.” She pulls away slightly. “Whisper dirty things to me while we skate.”
I swallow and nod. My entire body feels like a steel rod, wound tight with need, but she wants to run this routine, so we will. She’s disciplined, my girl.
My girl. The words sink into me as she skates to the side of the ice to cue up our music. That’s what she is—mine. And there’s a part of me that knew it from the moment I saw her. And I’m done fighting against all the reasons why we shouldn’t do this.
I take my spot in the middle of the ice and she quickly skates back to me and into my arms for our opening pose.
“I stroke my cock every single night, too,” I say as the music starts and we begin to move together. “And all I think about is how good your little cunt would feel wrapped around it.”
She gasps, her fingers shaky as she takes my hand. We move into the first element, a triple twist. I launch her into the air and she spins rapidly before I catch her easily, her body sliding sensuously against mine.
“I want to make your sweet little pussy feel so good,” I say low in her ear. “I want to make you come over and over again, until you’re dripping and swollen for me.”
“Alex,” she gasps, and when her eyes meet mine, they’re wild with lust and passion.
We get through the side-by-side triple toe loops—don’t ask me how—and the second she’s back in my arms, filth is spilling from my mouth.
“I want to put your legs over my shoulders and fuck you so hard and deep you feel me for days. Fill you up with so much come that it leaks out of you and down your thighs,” I growl. We move into a lift, and despite the sexual tension crackling between us, we execute it flawlessly, even when I let my fingers graze her pussy on the dismount.
I can feel how wet she is through her leggings, and I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the rest of this routine.
“All I think about is you. Making you come. Worshiping your sweet pussy, with my mouth, and my fingers, and my fucking cock. Marking you with my scent so that everyone knows you’re mine.”
“Yours,” she sighs, and we’re not skating anymore. She’s in my arms, her legs around my waist, and we’re kissing, the routine abandoned even as the music still plays through the speakers. I glide across the ice with her in my arms until her back bumps against the boards, and I hold her there, kissing her, breathing her in.
“Tell me you’re sure,” I say, scraping my teeth over her jaw.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
It’s all I need to hear before I carry her off the ice.
Cate
My head is spinning, my body one giant throb as Alex carries me into the men’s locker room and sits down on the long bench running along the back wall with me in his lap.
