Chapter 5

KIERA

My mind goes blank at Dean’s words. Does he need to taste me? I’m so shocked by it that it takes my brain a second to grasp the meaning, and when I do, my whole body heats up, and I have to suppress the giggle I feel bubbling up.

“Will you let me?” he asks, still sucking and nibbling on my bottom lip.

I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. The sexiest man alive is asking if he can taste my pussy. I say the only thing I can say.

“Yes,” I tell him with a smile so big it makes my cheeks hurt.

He gives a deep groan that has my soon-to-be-eaten pussy throbbing with need and excitement. Lifting me, he steps into the players’ box and sets me down on the bench so I’m straddling the end of it. He kneels and kisses me. I run my fingers through his dark hair, holding him closer to me. My hips start to rock against the hard bench, my body eager for something it’s never had.

Kissing a line down my neck, he gently lays me back. His hands run over my body, and I gasp when I feel him run his fingers up my inner thighs and along my pussy. It’s torture to not have him against my bare skin. I arch my hips to him, wanting so much more. The pad of his thumb presses against my clit, and I let out a whimper.

“Please, Dean,” I beg. “I need to feel your mouth on me.” He lifts my shirt and kisses my stomach.

“God, you’re amazing,” he says before running his tongue over me.

I’m panting by the time he slips his fingers under my leggings and panties and pulls them down. Flipping my skirt up, he lets out a deep groan at the sight of me.

“My god, Kiera,” he says, and I’m thrilled by the awe I hear in his voice. “You’re shaved.”

“Do you like that?” I asked, spreading my knees wider for him.

“Fuck yes,” he says, and he’s so close I can feel the heat of his breath on my pussy.

When he licks a line up my soaking wet slit, I reach my arms back above my head and grip the bench I’m lying on, digging my fingers into the hard steel.

“Fuck!” I pant out when he slides his tongue inside me and starts to fuck me with it.

I had no idea anything could feel this good. I’ve masturbated thinking about Dean more times than I care to admit, and nothing I did ever felt as good as this. By the time he slides his tongue up to my clit, I know I’m only seconds away from cumming. I’m so close I can feel the first delicious stirrings of it deep inside me when I hear a loud noise that has my body freezing in place.

“Dean!” I whisper shout, too afraid to move.

“Shit! I’m so sorry. I forgot to tell Hank to not worry about cleaning the ice!”

The loud hum of the Zamboni is getting closer, and I’m still frozen in place from absolute and utter embarrassment. If we don’t move, then Hank is going to get an eyeful of pussy as he drives the machine right next to us. I briefly think about just giving a wave as he goes by and telling Dean to keep at it, but then I think about 70-year-old Hank and that urge dies with a quickness.

Before I can think what to do, Dean rolls onto the ground and takes me with him. We’re lying in between the boards and the bench, hidden from Hank’s high view on top of the Zamboni as long as we don’t move. My pants are still pulled down, and the coolness on my ass tells me my skirt is still pulled up. I start to laugh and can’t stop. The ridiculousness of our situation, the sound of the Zamboni making its way past us as Hank cleans the ice, and knowing how close I was to getting caught with my pants down gives me a fit of giggles that’s infectious. Dean is soon laughing right along with me.

“I’m so sorry,” he finally says when he’s gotten himself under control.

“Well, it felt amazing until we were interrupted,” I say, kissing him.

He tastes like me, and I can’t get enough of him. Bringing his hands to my bare ass, I moan against him when he positions me so I can feel how hard he is. I ground my pussy against him. My body remembers how close it was to cumming, and I suddenly don’t give a flying fuck how close Hank is.

Breaking our kiss, I give him a grin and carefully scoot myself forward. I stay low so I can’t be seen over the boards, and Dean’s look of confusion quickly turns to hunger when he realizes what I’m doing. He wraps his hands around my waist, helping me out, and gives a deep groan when my pussy is positioned over his face. I spread my knees as wide as I can with my pants still wrapped around my ankles and lower my pussy to his waiting lips.

I immediately start to move my hips, working myself against him as he licks and sucks on my clit. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out when he slides one long finger inside me. He slowly fucks me with it while he rolls his tongue over my swollen, aching clit. I’m so close, and there’s no way in hell I’m stopping this time. When my body tenses, Dean wraps his lips around my clit and gives it a good suck.

I smack my hand against the rubber floor as I cum hard against his mouth with a muffled scream. He sucks and licks my clit, bringing me another orgasm before the first one even has a chance to die down. My whole body is tingling with pleasure, and I never want it to stop. Dean’s mouth never stops working, and soon I’m just a whimpering, moaning mess on top of him, left with barely enough strength to lift myself.