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"You will not think of him again. You will not think of what happened. You’ll focus on my touch." He slides his big palms down to cup my butt. "You’ll bring your attention to how your core fits around my length." He lowers me down to the ridge between his legs, and an electric current runs up my spine. And when he thrusts up and into me, I can feel his length stab into my core through the barriers of clothing we’re wearing.
"I need to feel you inside me," I gasp. Sweat pools under my armpits, and my skin feels too tight. My scalp tingles, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders, wanting to feel every part of him against me.
He holds my eyes for a second longer, then nods as if coming to a decision. He maneuvers me up, so I’m balanced on my knees on either side of his lap. Then he pulls up my skirt and tears off my panties.
"Oh." All thoughts disappear from my mind. He’s done this before, but it never stops turning me on. I can feel my cum trickle down between my legs.
"Open," he growls.
When I part my lips, he stuffs my panties between them. Then he lowers his zipper. I glance down to find his cock jutting up, the head swollen and purple, with pre-cum drooling from the slit. My mouth waters, I reach down, needing to touch him, and he clicks his tongue. I glance up to find a fiercely intent look on his features. Then, he positions me over his dick, and pushes me down, so I’m impaled.
Thick, hard, and so right. I’m spread around his girth, stretched around his monster cock, that leaves no room for anything but the feel of his shaft throbbing inside me. I grip his thick wrists, and feel his skin give under my fingernails. And it’s primal, and satisfying, and so carnal. It’s what I need right now. I squeeze down with my inner muscles, and a growl rips from him. I lower my chin, peer into his eyes, and the fierceness in them makes me flinch. He raises me, holding me up like I weigh nothing, until I’m once again balanced over the crown of his cock, then he pushes me down, breaching me in one smooth move. I cry out, the sound muffled against my panties, throw my head back and pant, letting the pain from his intrusion seep into the pleasure that sparks in my cells.
He holds me there, giving me a chance to adjust to his size, then begins to raise and lower me, again and again. Each time, his length seems to grow bigger, broader, more immense. The tell-tale trembling starts at my knees, and then I’m lifted off of him and placed on the table. He urges me to wrap my legs about his waist and positions his cock at my entrance. Then he pushes forward and sinks into me. The orgasm continues like there was never a break. And when I whimper and throw my arms about his neck, he yanks out my gag, pockets it, and closes his mouth over mine.
With one hand on the nape of my neck and the other on my hip holding me in place, he pulls out, then ploughs into me, absorbing the cry that wells up my throat. He leans in, and the world shifts.
I’m on my back, looking up into his eyes, clinging to his shoulders, with my legs wrapped around him. Without pausing, he drills into me with such force, the table creaks. Something crashes to the floor. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the space, the scent of our combined arousal sinks into my blood, and the dominance of his personality pins me down.
My chest feels like it’s being cleaved open, and everything I feel for him pours out of me. "I love you," I choke into his mouth. I’m not sure if he heard it. I’m not sure if I said it aloud or in my mind. Either way, he must glean the sentiment, for he tears his mouth from mine, and lunges forward, hitting a spot deep inside me that sets off a tsunami of sensations that travel up my spine and burst behind my eyes.
"Come," he snaps, and I shatter. With a low cry, he follows me over the edge. When I open my eyes next, I’m in his lap, gathered close into his chest, and my clothes have been straightened. His jacket is draped over me again, forming a cocoon.
The door opens and Edward walks in, followed by Knight. They don’t seem to notice anything amiss. Edward leans a hip against the table. Knight glowers between the two of them before turning to Edward. "And I thought you were the mature one," he bites out.
"He deserved it," Edward replies.
"He touched her. I’m going to kill him," Rick says in a flat voice that’s so devoid of sentiment, it’s clear he’s serious. I glance up at the hard ridge of his jaw, feel like I should protest, but…
"Shut up." Knight stabs a finger in his direction. "I’m not saying what you did is wrong. If I were in your place, I’d have done the same thing, but there are ways of dealing with the situation without your being directly involved."
I blink, then the ramifications of what he’s saying sinks in. I stiffen. "Are you saying what I think you are?"
"All he’s saying is that Rick is too important for us. He’s the captain; we need him." Edward rubs the back of his neck. "We can’t jeopardize the chance for him to lead the Ice Kings against the Sentinels."
"And I don’t fucking care if it means I’m getting benched. I am going to make him pay for what he did. He is going to regret every bit of pain he caused her," Rick bites out.
I swing my head in his direction. O-k-a-y, I wasn’t expecting that kind of vehemence. I knew he was pissed, and I confess, I’m shaken by what almost happened, but... I swallow down the ball of emotion that blocks my throat. He deserves everything that Rick’s threatening, and it’d please me no end to see Rick get his hands on him, but I can’t let Rick risk his career, I can’t. He’s worked too hard for it. He has too much riding on it. Not least of it is the fact he needs to prove himself in his own eyes. More than anything, it will wreck his confidence if he doesn’t face off against the other team and win this game.
I reach up and cup his cheek. "I’m okay."
He looks into my eyes and his shoulders relax. "Doesn’t change what he did to you. What he almost did to you…"
"And you can have your revenge where it benefits everyone, on the ice."
50
Rick
"You’re not going to hold back," Finn says with finality as we wait for the gates to open and let us on the ice. The Sentinels finished their warm-up session first, followed by us. They’ve been introduced and are on the ice while we’re queued up in the tunnel waiting to enter. The chanting of the crowd grows deafening. We’re not the home team, and the support is with them, but it’s not going to deter me from gunning for that douchecanoe Dennis on the ice.
"At least pretend like you’re not going to kill him," Finn murmurs.
When I don’t reply he slaps me on the shoulder. "You hear me, Stone? Don’t go crazy."
"I know what I have to do." I crack my neck, grip my hockey stick, and bend forward. The gate opens, I glide out and am introduced, followed by the rest of the team. The national anthem is played. Then I glide forward to the center of the court; so does Dennis. We are both captains and play center— a-n-d today’s not his lucky day. I’m going to make him pay at every turn. We glare at each other through our helmets. I lean in; so does he. Our gazes clash. Around us, the noise ebbs and flows as our teams take their stance. Then Solene—in her role as the hottest pop star since Taylor Swift— releases the puck. Instantly, the noise rises to a crescendo.
She’s escorted off the ice and the game is on. Fuckface reaches for the puck. I leap forward, smack his chest with my shoulder, putting enough force into the move that he stumbles back. I twist, follow it up with a hip check, and yep, fuckface overbalances and hits the ice. I raise my stick, intent on pinning his throat to the floor, but Jagger sweeps in from the side, nudging me along with him. The fuck?
