She gasps, her back hitting the shelf behind her as I sink to one knee. But she grips my shoulders, before I can do anything. “No,” she says shaking her head. “No time.”
I look up, desperate for a taste of hers. “Are you gonna make me beg you for a taste? Because I’d gladly will.”
Her eyes twinkle, and I can tell she loves the idea, but she shakes her head. “Someone could come in here. There’s no way I could relax enough to come.”
I lift onto my feet with a groan, pressing my forehead against hers. “Fuck,” I grunt, my cock heavy and thick in my pants. “I need you, baby.”
“Me too,” she replies, her breathy heavy against me cheek. “But I can still do this.”
Before I can even process it, she’s already switching places with me, dropping onto her knees, her hands already at my waistband, tugging my boxers down along with my pants. My cock springs free, hard and aching and already leaking precum, and she just licks her lips and looks up at me with those big brown eyes like she’s about to ruin my entire fucking life.
My spine snaps straight.
“Jesus, Isabella. Look at me like that again, and I’ll come right down that pretty throat.”
“Good.” Then she wraps her lips around the head of my cock and sucks.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, my hand hitting the wall behind me.
Her tongue swirls, slow at first, just enough to tease the ever-loving crap out of me, then she sinks deeper, wet heat sliding down my shaft, her hand curling around the base to stroke in time with her mouth. Her pace picks up, messy and fucking perfect, spit pooling at the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin, glistening on my cock every time she pulls back.
She moans around me, a low, needy sound that vibrates up my spine, and I damn near fall apart right then.
“God, yes—like that—fuck, don’t stop?—”
Her eyes never leave mine, even when she starts bobbing harder, her throat stretching to take more.
And I’m so close, so fucking close?—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I freeze. My whole body seizes up. Panic claws up my throat.
But Isabella doesn’t stop.
She pulls me deeper instead.
“Jesus fuck—” I hiss through clenched teeth, my legs trembling as I lean back against the wall.
She moans around my cock, slurping noisily, determined, fucking relentless. I’m right there, white heat rushing through me, balls tightening, hips jerking.
“Gonna—fuck—gonna come?—”
And I do.
Hard.
My knees damn near buckle as I shoot down her throat, my teeth grinding to keep from groaning loud enough for the whole damn rink to hear. She swallows every drop, her eyes fluttering, like she fuckinglivesfor it.
When she pulls back, she wipes her mouth with two fingers, licking them clean while staring up at me with that smug, wicked glint in her eye.
“You’re evil,” I pant, dragging her up and kissing her. She tastes like me and I fucking love how messy it is.
She grins against my lips. “You’re welcome.”
I press another kiss to her lips, before pulling on my pants and fixing my hair.
I creak open the door, and we sneak out slow, quiet, creeping down the hall.
