Chapter 15

York

Now that I’m kissing her, I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. It’s a reckless kind of selfishness, but the thrill of it courses through me like wildfire. I know this could all end in disaster, with my heart charred and left in ruins, but the thought doesn’t stop me. Every moment I spend kissing Noelle feels too precious to waste.

“Noelle,” I whisper against her lips, my voice low and urgent.

“Yes,” she responds, her breath mingling with mine, and I feel an intoxicating rush at the sound of her voice.

“I need more,” I admit, not sure how much more I’m asking for. It’s a vague plea, but it’s the truth. The only thing on my mind is the way her lips feel against mine, soft and inviting, drawing me in deeper.

She pulls away just enough to look into my eyes, her bright blue gaze searching mine. “Me too,” she replies, and there’s an unspoken understanding that flows between us. Her eyes give me permission to pursue this newfound connection, and my heart races at the thought.

I glance around, suddenly aware of our surroundings. Making out on the bustling streets feels wrong, like we’re putting on a show for anyone who might be watching. My mind races as I search for a more private place, somewhere we can dive into this moment without the prying eyes of the world.

Then it hits me—the rink. I remember the access code Coach punched in this morning, and I know it’s closed today. Perfect.

“I have an idea,” I say, my voice laced with excitement as I grab her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. I can’t help but smile at her as we weave through the crowd, my heart pounding with anticipation. The thought of stealing a moment with her in the rink sends a thrill through me, and I can’t wait to see where this leads.

It’s not long before we make our way there. No one is around, which sends relief coursing through my veins.

I’d hate to be caught.

I punch in the code of the back door, and she giggles as the door opens.

“Are we even allowed in here?”

I squeeze her hand as we enter. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Her eyes gleam and I won’t be able to fucking breathe if I don’t kiss her again. I push her softly against the door, and wrap my arms around her waist. Our lips meet and once again I’m kissing her.

My body hardens in an instant, and I push against her, needing to feel that relief. Our kiss deepens, and I tug her closer to me, wanting to feel all of her against me. There’s just too much damn clothing.

But we can’t just have sex right here up against the rink door. I glance around, looking for anything that I can use. I could go into the lounge area, but I know there’s cameras in there. That’s the last thing I need happening.

“Follow me,” I say, grabbing her hand to lead her to the back of the rink.

“Are there cameras?” she asks with a tiny giggle.

I glance back at her and am once again struck silly by how fucking beautiful she is. Seriously, how am I the luckiest guy right now? I shake my head slowly. “There’s a few in the main areas, but I have an idea.”

She rushes along behind me, our fingers laced together. I pull her closer, needing every bit of her. I move the two of us into an alcove where the Zamboni is stored. I nod at it.

“I want you to ride me,” I tell her, my cock hardening at the mere thought of having Noelle’s pussy sinking down over my dick.

Fuck. I’m getting so worked up, and we’ve barely done anything yet.

Her eyes brighten as she glances at the machinery. “You want to have sex on the Zamboni?”

I nod, a smile spreading slowly. “Abso- fucking -lutely.”

Together we make our way onto the Zamboni, and I sit in the driver’s seat. I glance up at her, and I swear she takes my breath away everytime I look at her.

“Take off your clothes,” I demand, and she blinks at me.

“Um…”

“No need to be shy, Noelle.”

“I’m not shy,” she stutters. “It’s just that you’re you and, well, I’m me.”

I smile at her. “What does that mean?” I remove my heavy winter coat and she removes hers. She removes her mittens, scarf, and beanie cap.

“Well, you’re famous. You work out all day long, and you date supermodels, and well…” She’s rambling, and I place my hands on her hips.

“Noelle, you’re fucking stunning. I wish you could see you like I see you.” My heart pounds in my chest.

She chews on her bottom lip. “And how do you see me?”

“You’re captivating. You’re hands down the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. And I’m not just saying that to get laid. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.” I’m telling her the truth. I want her to know I’ve always had this boyish crush on her. Not that I would have ever acted on it.

“Really?” She appears stunned by my words, and I lower my hands slowly, undoing the button on her jeans.

“Yes, Noelle. You’re gorgeous, and cute, and … and …fucking hot.”

She laughs lightly, placing her hands on my shoulders, letting me help her out of her jeans.

I move them slowly down her long legs, and I lick my lips as her red panties come into view.

“They’re Christmas panties. Red and green,” she turns slightly, so I can see the back, and they have the saying, ‘ Oh what fun it is to ride ,’ scrawled across her ass, “obviously I didn’t think anyone would see them.”

I love this woman. It’s official. I laugh lightly. “These are by far the sexiest pair of panties I’ve ever seen.”

The panties are something I’d never expect from Noelle, and it’s something that makes me laugh. I kiss above the waistband of her panties, and she sucks in a deep breath. I push up her sweater, removing it from her body to spy her lacy-red bra.

“You’re a fucking miracle.”

She runs her fingers through my hair. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

I keep trailing kisses over the soft skin of her torso. “Why?”

“Because, York… I’ve wanted you for a really long time.”

I glance up at her, raising a brow. “Really?”

She laughs lightly, but I can tell it’s more nerves than anything else. “Well, yeah. I mean, you’re you, ya know.”

I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life. My chest squeezes tight at her words. If I would have known she wanted me, maybe I would have acted sooner. I don’t know. All I know is right now I need her… fucking badly . “Come here,” I whisper, reaching my hand up to cup her cheek.

She lowers herself onto my lap, letting our lips join naturally. Like they were always meant to be connected. I kiss her, passionately, letting her know exactly how badly I need her. The kiss turns more frantic, and before I know it, my jeans are unzipped and pulled down far enough to free my cock.

“Holy, oh my god,” she says when she spots it. “I, uh, don’t think that thing will fit. It’s bigger than a hockey stick.”

I laugh, kissing her cheek. “It’ll fit, Noelle.”

She leans back, putting distance between us, but my hand still cups the back of her neck. “You sure?”

“Pretty fucking sure.”

“I never knew you were packing this much heat in your pants.”

And now I burst out laughing. How have I never known how adorkably cute this woman is? Her cheeks tinge pink, and I pull her back, kissing her square on the lips.

I push my tongue at the corner of her mouth and she opens for me. My tongue traces along hers, exploring her mouth. My body heats up, my cock hardening even more.

I fist my cock in one hand, pushing the side of Noelle’s panties to the side with the other. She’s so fucking wet for me. I position her perfectly, lining my dick up with her entrance, and slide in, slowly, deliberately, taking my time with her. Letting her body adjust and acclimate to my girth.

She moans. “Ah, York, you’re so big.”

Fuck, she doesn’t even realize how she turns me on with the sounds she makes. “Take this cock you’ve wanted for so long. Show me how badly you’ve wanted me all these years.”

Her eyes connect with mine, and I swear I can see the want hidden in the depths there. I wasn’t lying when I said she’s fucking beautiful, because she is.

I keep working my cock, tugging Noelle down with each thrust of my hips until I’m fully inside her. “Fuck,” I groan out.

“You’re so big, York. My god. It’s like big enough to hold a sleigh full of all the toys in the world. Big enough to wrap the world in a blanket of snow. Strong enough to bend steel…”

I cut in, “You about done?” I laugh lightly, my heart squeezing inside my chest.

“York, I just…” her voice softens, “I just…”

I cut in once more. “I know, me too.”

All laughter fades between us, and we start moving together in unison, pushing…thrusting…fucking in its purest form.

Fuck she feels like a dream.

“You feel so good,” I tell her.

“You too. Oh god, York.”

I tug on her hair, bringing her closer so I can kiss those kissable lips. I deepen the kiss, needing to be closer to this woman than I already am. We kiss for what feels like hours as our bodies get used to each other. I keep my hands on her hips, tugging her down on each thrust of my hips. She’s a fucking natural at handling my cock.

I could get used to this.

My knee hits the controls, turning the Zamboni on and it rumbles to life.

“Oh, I don’t hate that,” Noelle says, talking about the vibrations of the engine.

“You like the way that feels?”

She nods, her eyes boring into mine. “Yeah, I love it.”

Again, my chest does that squeezing thing, and I don’t know how I feel about that. All I know is this is not the last time I will be inside this woman. If I can help it.