“I’d enjoy you on your knees right now, sucking my cock into your wide, perfect fucking mouth,” I say in a deep voice as I trace my thumb along the corner of her bottom lip, almost transfixed as her mouth parts open.
She grabs my wrist, stopping my hand from retreating with her hot breath warming my thumb. I inhale sharply, almost growling when she bites the pad of my thumb while her blue eyes stare at me the whole time.
“I wouldn’t suck your cock, even if it was the last one on this planet,” she says huskily, and bites down hard enough to break through the skin, making a pained hiss escape me before she releases my thumb.
I place my finger in my mouth, sucking to ease the bite, and watch her blue eyes darken before she starts blinking rapidly. Shaking her head, she turns around with angry movements as she glides off to the doors and exits the ice. She sits down on the bleachers, whips off her skates, and shoves her feet into a pair of boots. She glances up suddenly to glare at me, catching me staring at the amount of cleavage on display. I think my right hand just needs to stay busy with my cock, because I’m not liking the thoughts going through my head.
She’s just a beautiful woman, Granger. You don’t need anyone. Just move on and focus.
I argue with myself as I try not to picture sliding the straps down her arms slowly, taking my time as I expose every inch of her pale, flawless skin as she moans my name with her head tipped back. Definitely not thinking of spreading her clenched thighs open and sinking my cock into her wet pussy—fuck, I’m not thinking that at all. I watch her shuffle on her feet, unnerved by my staring while I stay silent. Although, I’m pretty sure my body language and my eyes are doing plenty of talking for me.
I clear my throat when she looks down and quickly back up with a blush, obviously noticing my growing cock straining in my jeans. I act like it’s a normal thing to walk around with a hard on as I cross my arms over my chest.
“Same time, same place tomorrow, Princess?” I tease, kind of hoping that even on a Saturday, she’ll be here.
I don’t know what it is about her, but I see something within the shadows in her eyes. Maybe she’s missing broken pieces of herself just like me. She stands up and shoulders her backpack, looking at me with her head cocked to the side, as if she’s trying to figure me out. Good luck with that, I don’t even know myself half the time anymore. I’ve been lost since my world fell apart, I’m just a guy trying to survive this fucked up world one step at a time. She shakes her hair out of its bun, long pink hair falling down to her waist in waves, and my fingers start twitching again.
“No, Captain. You won’t be seeing me for a while if I can help it. Have a terrible weekend, and you might want to do something about that before practice.” She gestures to my cock with a wave of her hand and turns on her heels.
I look down to scowl at the traitor and run a hand through my hair in frustration. Practice is going to be brutal today, because my head is a mess and she’s going to be on my mind.
“Care to help me?” I ask out loud without meaning to, my mouth talking without my permission.
She glances over her shoulder just as she reaches the doors. I meant to snarl, growl, or even chomp my teeth to scare her away, but fuck if I’m not pouting. Her lips twitch, and I stand up straighter because I think she’s going to smile. I bet it’s something to see, and I really don’t want to miss it.
“You wish.” She snorts and quickly turns away with her long middle finger extended behind her, but I swear I hear her chuckle.
The doors bang open in front of her just as she reaches for the handles, and she jumps back before it smacks into her face. I’m already stomping my way over to her, skates be damned, because the fucker that’s smirking at her like she’s a snack is none other than Jeff.
“Hey, Kitty Kat, what are you doing here? Come to see me practice? Can’t say I blame you, I’m quite good on the ice and off.” He blocks her in by moving into her path and leaning down with his arm on the wall over her head, but I’m moving to interrupt him before he can get any closer. She looks nervous and keeps glancing at the door, back to the jackass, and then to me with a look of pleading. I don’t like his leering brown eyes assessing her body up and down.
“Don’t you have to get to class, Princ—Kat?” I growl behind Jeff, and he straightens quickly to glare at me over his shoulder. He just now notices she’s not alone, and I’ll keep him away from her even if she hates me.
“Granger.” Jeff grinds out at me with hostile anger before glancing back and forth between Kat and I. The wheels are turning, watching him trying to figure out what we are doing here together is almost laughable because it’s clearly obvious she’s mine to protect from him.
“Uh, yes. Gotta go. Bye, Captain.” She hurries out from under his arm, throwing me a glance that says ‘thank you,’ and leaves with the door slamming
