Wiggling my toes, I let them have a little breathing room while Sasha removed his own skates. Once he was done, I stuffed them into my leather boots, grabbing my coat as I stood.
“This way.” He took me by the hand, helping to navigate the maze of tunnels inside the arena. I could only imagine how easy it would be to get lost down here.
When he peeked over his shoulder before testing the knob on a door, I frowned in confusion. Why weren’t we heading back to the car?
Tugging me inside, he shut the door, turning the bolt on the lock. The room was pitch black, and my breathing accelerated instantly.
“What are we d—”
My words were cut off when a muscular body pinned me to the wall, and a mouth crashed down on mine.
Well, okay then.
The lack of vision only served to heighten my senses as hands frantically tore at my clothes—shirt pulled over my head, bra unclasped, boots tossed aside, jeans ripped down my legs. Cool air rushed over my heated skin, and my mind slowly caught up with the fact that I was completely naked while Sasha remained fully dressed. At least from what I could tell from my grazing touches.
“Sasha,” I gasped when his fingers teased between my legs.
“I have a confession to make.” His husky voice made me shiver. “I didn’t share all my tricks with you. I kept some for myself.”
With that, he shoved two fingers roughly inside me, curling them. My loud groan echoed throughout the space. That was, until a calloused palm slapped over my mouth.
“You gotta be quiet, baby. No one can know we’re in here.”
Fuck. Why was the idea of getting caught so hot?
“Think you can do that?”
I shook my head; there was no way. The last time we were together, it was a miracle no one had called the cops thinking someone was murdering me with how loud I’d been screaming.
“You’re going to have to try.”
He literally had me gripped by the pussy, entirely at his mercy. If he told me to, I wouldn’t hesitate to get down on my knees and worship him as my god. That’s how badly I needed him. Right here. Right now.
“I’m gonna fuck you quick and dirty in this training room before taking you home and pounding this pussy all night long.”
My whimper was silenced by his hand pressed tight to my lips. If he weren’t holding me up, I’d have been a puddle on the floor.
“Christ,” Sasha hissed hot in my ear. “The way you’re squeezing my fingers has me dying to swap them out for my cock.”
“Please,” I begged, but it came out a muffled mix of sounds.
He chuckled darkly. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
My head bobbed. I desperately needed to be filled, owned, claimed. He stirred a heat in my blood that was intoxicating, and my lust-filled brain demandedmore.
Teeth bit down on my earlobe and tugged. My head dropped back to the door with a thud. I wasn’t going to survive. My headstone was going to read:Death By Foreplay.
“It’s a damn shame you can’t stay quiet on your own. I would kill to play with your tits right now.” Those fingers holding me hostage pressed firmly against my inner walls.
The pressure was building from his touch, with me unable to stop it.
I sagged against the door, my sob inaudible.
“I just need you to give me one, Gemma. Or else my cock isn’t gonna fit.”
The reminder of how thick and long he was had me moaning, my hips bucking, chasing the high he offered with skilled fingers.
“Come on, baby,” he coaxed. “I can feel you’re right there. Let go.”
