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“Uhh, I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
He barks out a laugh and steadies me in front of him, his hands now on either side of my waist as I stare down the empty rink. Even with my coat on, I’m still shivering. It’s a lot colder down here than I realized.
“The first thing you should know, and don’t tell your dad, is how to fall. You won’t fall this time, but if somehow it does happen, you need to bend you knees and squat, making sure to fall sideways instead of backwards.”
“That’s the first thing you learn how to do? How to fall?” I squeak. This sport is not for me.
“Don’t worry. I told your dad that you’re not falling. Just stay close to me, and we’ll try some basic gliding, just moving forward. I’ll help us stop.”
I put one foot in front of the other, as if I’m trying to walk, realizing that is not what needs to happen. “Blades on the ice the whole time, sweetheart,” he whispers. I try again, not lifting my foot this time. I manage to move myself about a foot before starting to stagger forward and faceplant. He steadies me again, encouraging me to try once more.
I try again and feel a bit more confident, especially with the training wheels that are Elijah’s hands. “Don’t look down as you’re going. Focus on what’s in front of you, and make sure you’re leaning forward a bit, not standing straight,” he instructs. Before I know it, we are actually gliding through the rink.
When we reach the opposite side, he stops me and spins me around. I catch myself on his chest, letting out an icy laugh. It feels dangerous and exhilarating and tiring all at the same time. He pulls me into his chest. I lean up to kiss him, his mouth warm against my cold skin. My hands dig into his hair and pull him into me, wanting to wrap my legs around him but afraid I’ll cut one of us if I do.
“You’re so fucking addicting,” he groans, dipping his fingers into my pants. He reaches for my clit, slowly rubbing in soft circles until I’m dripping wet. My brain is useless against his touch, like nothing else matters. All I can think of is the way he moves around me, inside me, kissing my jawline and back to my lips.
“Elijah…” I murmur, pulsating against his hand. He presses me against the plexiglass, kissing me passionately as he does. My hands find their way up his sweatshirt against his warm, muscly skin. I yank upwards and he pulls his sweatshirt and t-shirt off in one go, leaving him shirtless as he fingers me.
“Yes, baby?” he whispers into my ear as he slides his fingers up my pussy, drawing a gasp from me. Goosebumps crawl up his abs to his thick tattooed neck. He unzips my jacket, pinning his body against mine, sandwiching me between him and the glass. I shrug off my jacket as he helps pull of my shirt and bra until my tits are exposed to the freezing air. The iciness of the rink just turns me on even more, knowing he is devouring me with his stare in the bright lights of the rink as my nipples form into hard peaks.
He leans down to suck my nipples, his fingers moving faster against my clit until I’m shaking from a soul-snatching orgasm. He kisses my neck, withdrawing his hand now dripping in arousal and spins me around. The palms of my hands press against the cold glass as he tugs my pants down, baring my ass to him. The wetness dripping from my pussy flows down my inner thighs as I suddenly feel his warm cock pressed against me. I work hard to keep myself upright, pressed against the glass as the only item of clothing left on my body now are ice skates.
“Do you want it, baby?” he asks, pressing himself against my back. He nips at my ears and rubs his hands against my tits, grabbing and squeezing. I can see a reflection of us in the glass: his naked body pressed against mine, my heavy tits in his large hands. The shadow of his cock sways beneath my spread legs and I bite back a moan as I see his hand grasp it, pulling the skin back.
“Please,” I beg, ignoring the chills spreading through every inch of my body. He slaps his cock against my ass, playing with it as he does. Slowly, he lowers himself down into my pussy until I can feel his tip meet my entrance in a mind-blowing reunion.
He pushes upwards and I moan his name as it reaches my cervix in one big stroke. His balls slap against me as he pulls back out before shoving back in roughly. My fingernails try to dig into the smoothness of the glass, but I can’t get a grip. He puts his hands on my hips as he thrusts back into me, steadying me as he does.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls, his fingers digging into my skin. I yelp as he slaps my ass and starts pounding me harder. The sound of skin clapping together echoes through the rink as he buries himself into me over and over and over. I watch his face in the reflection, noticing as he nears completion. His eyebrows furrow and his mouth parts open making me whimper at the sight of his beautiful sexy fury being unleashed into me.
His warm cum pumps into me, and he groans as I feel every drop shoot up into my cervix, annihilating me with pleasure as it does. “Good girl,” he murmurs, slowly pulling his cock out of me. I feel like collapsing as he spins me back around, picking my near- naked body up into his arms.
“Let’s shower, princess,” he says, throwing our clothes over his shoulder and skating us to the locker room. My pants dangle from my ankles as he carries me. The rush of the cold wind sending shivers down my spine. He walks us to the showers and lowers me onto a bench. He unties his skates then takes off mine, too.
I join him in the steamy shower, welcoming the warmth over my chilled body. After I warm up, I find myself unable to look away from his magnificence. I reach for his cock and feel it grow in my hand. He leans in to kiss me. I stumble onto the seat in the shower as he kneels down in front of me and spreads my legs as the water pours over us. The water is angled just right that it hits my clit as he starts kissing my inner thighs. He digs his hands into my legs, pulling me to him until his lips are touching my pussy.
He uses his tongue to spread me apart, licking up the last of his dripping cum as he does. He dives his tongue into me, making me arch my back in intense pleasure. His tongue moves to my sensitive point, where he licks and sucks until my soul leaves my body and an orgasm tears through me. He leaves me splayed out in front of him, soaking wet in every crevice of my body as he does. I reach again for his cock, guiding it into my mouth.
Slowly, I let the inches of him slip through my lips and down to my throat. My hands find his lower back as I hold him still against me, allowing me to work on him as I please. He presses his hand against the wall above me and I look up as I take him in. His head hangs above me, his eyes rolled back as I tighten my mouth around his tip. The veins in his neck pop as I feel his cock growing harder and more tense by the second. Now I’m the one holding him steady as my mouth moves back and forth over his incredible length.
“Taylor—” he moans as I fondle his balls, feeling them retreat up, tightening as I taste the first bit of cum on my tongue.
I hold my mouth firm against him as he spurts into me in four pumps, his body quivering as he does. His warm, salty semen pours down the back of my throat as he pulls his sensitive cock away from my mouth. I rinse my mouth in the shower water as I stand up and kiss him.
“You’re on birth control, right?” he asks breathlessly.
“Yes,” I nod, feeling dizzy and tired. We finish our shower after he washes my hair with whatever two-in-one is in the stall. I’m too exhausted to care about how my hair will look when it dries or if I should be getting my head wet at all after the accident. Nothing else matters right now.
Elijah steps out first, coming back with two towels. I dry myself off before wrapping the towel around my hair and changing back into my warm clothes.
“Let’s go home and get you something warm to eat,” he says, helping me put on my jacket.
“Yes please,” I sigh, feeling as if everything in the world is starting to make perfect sense.
* * *
We sit in my room with leftover Christmas Eve dinner and watch our movies. A part of me has forgotten that it was Christmas. I would feel bad if I didn’t just have some of the best sex of my life. The horrible thing is I know that I am nowhere near done with him. Just thinking about it gets me going again.
