Chapter 12

Iknew Duke wouldn't be able to resist this red lace bra and matching panties after practice, and that's why I'm leaning over the side of a bench in the Makos locker room, long after practice has ended. Duke's eyes lit the moment he saw my hot little number underneath my scrubs, and I couldn't stop myself from letting him take me right here and now.

The locker room was empty when we came in, the air thick with the scent of sweat and ice. The dripping of the showers made goosebumps pimple along my skin, knowing we could get caught at any moment if someone were to come back.

His fingers are laced through my hair, pulling tightly as he slams into me from behind.

"God, Aspen, you're so fucking sexy bent over for me like this," he groans, his voice thick with need.

I smile, feeling a surge of energy from his words. "Show me how much you want me," I whisper, pushing back against him as he quickens his pace.

"You don't need to tell me twice," he says as he turns me around, forcing me to walk backward until my shoulders slam into the cold metal lockers.

"Ah," I half moan, half wince as he presses all of his weight into me.

He raises his hand to my jawline, cupping my face and my neck as he draws me in, devouring my mouth with his. Our tongues collide as though it's the last time, and the reality is, I think that's why we fuck like wild animals. We crave each other's touch, yet we scarf it down so rabidly and quickly that it's over before we know it. Taking our time puts us at a higher risk of being caught, and we can't do that. Not with so much on the line. We're in too deep now and I don't know how we'll ever stop.

The end of the season can't come soon enough. My urge to murder Olivia every time I see her posting a photo of them online only increases each day. Over the past few weeks, I've gotten pretty damn good at avoiding seeing them in person, but there isn't a whole lot I can do online when everyone I follow shares and likes their shit. Part of me lusts for him even more because I know he's not fully mine. Sharing him with a fake girlfriend is even harder than I predicted it would be.

Reaching down, I run my hand over his bare cock, feeling his hot skin and pulsing veins. He lets out a groan, and his hands grip me tighter. His hand is wrapped so tightly around my neck that I can feel him cutting off my airway, but I fucking love it. My eyes widen at the sight of him so undone and on edge with me.

Duke presses into me harder, pinning me in place against the lockers as he kisses me fiercely. His hands roam across my body as he lifts me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I gasp as I feel him poking against my entrance. The friction of him rubbing over me makes me moan, and I let my head fall back against the lockers as I wrap my arms around his neck for support.

Running his hands up my thighs, his fingers dance over my clit before pressing more firmly, rubbing in slow circular motions. He dips a finger inside me, wetting it before returning to my clit to swirl around it some more. It glides more easily with my arousal covering his fingertips, and I feel my climax building deep within my core. I try to grind against his hand as I seek more friction, but he's got me pressed up against the lockers so hard I can't move. I let out a frustrated moan as he slips his finger back inside me, withdrawing for a second before inserting a second, then a third. He's filling me with his fingers, drawing out every drop of pleasure my body can handle.

I glance up for the first time in a while to find his eyes, and he's staring into my soul. His plump bottom lip is sucked between his teeth as he watches me unravel through darkening eyes. The gold specks in his irises have morphed, puddling into streams of molten gold.

Dropping to his knees, he throws my legs over his shoulders, forcing me to straddle his face. His tongue flicks over my clit, making me jolt as the pleasure hits me. My back arches off the lockers as I moan, "Oh, Duke."

I can feel his smirk against my pussy as he moves lower, his tongue diving into my folds as he devours my flesh. I inhale sharply, biting my bottom lip as I tangle my fingers through his hair. I instinctually begin grinding against his face, rocking my hips against his mouth and riding the waves of pleasure crashing over me.

Just as I'm on the brink of exploding, he pulls away with a mischievous grin on his face.

"What are you doing?" I groan, my body aching for release.

"I'm only getting started," Duke replies, standing up and pulling me to my feet. He turns me around, bending me against the lockers as he positions himself behind me.

My heart is racing and it only pounds harder when I feel his hard cock pressing against me. I lean back, impatiently trying to push him inside of me. He lets out a soft chuckle when he realizes how needy I'm feeling. I need to feel him inside me, to be completely consumed by him.

He doesn't waste any time, thrusting into me in one powerful stroke. I cry out as the feeling of him filling me sends shivers down my spine. He's so big, so hard, and every thrust leaves me breathless and wanting more.

Duke pounds into me, his body slamming against mine with each thrust. I can feel my orgasm building as my walls tighten around him, my pussy begging for release.

"Fuck, Duke, don't stop," I moan, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. I could scream right now, but I can't risk it, so instead I press my teeth into my own arm, biting down as he fucks me.

Reaching around and gripping my hip with one hand, Duke's other hand moves to my clit as he continues driving into me. The added pressure is enough to send me over the edge, making my body shudder and my legs weaken as an orgasm rips through me. His grip tightens on me as he feels me clenching around him, his own release following shortly after. He buries himself deep inside me as he comes, his body trembling with the same intensity as my own.

We stay like this for a moment, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow. Duke finally pulls out of me and helps me find my balance, kissing me softly before pulling me into his arms.

"That was amazing," I whisper, my head resting against his chest as our pounding hearts slow.

Duke chuckles, amusement and satisfaction in his eyes. "You always amaze me, Aspen."

I smile, looking up at him through thick lashes. "I wish we didn't have to sneak around like this. I hate it."

His face falls slightly. He knows I'm growing increasingly frustrated with our secrecy, but he can't risk anyone finding out and jeopardizing his career. And I can't risk my dad or Ace finding out about this.

"I know, baby," he says, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "We have to be careful a little while longer."

I let out a sigh, the frustration evident in my voice. "I just wish we could be together without all this hiding and sneaking around. I get it, but I hate that it's like this. It's not fair to either of us."

Pulling me closer, Duke wraps his arms around me. "I know, but for now let's focus on the time we have together and make the most of it."

I glance up at him, studying his face. I know he's doing the best he can, but I can't help but feel like I need more and that I'm deserving of more than this. I shouldn't be a secret left in the dark, and neither should he.

We stand here for a few minutes, lost in each other's arms before Duke finally breaks the silence. "I have something to show you," he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I don't think anyone is coming back this late in the night."

He shines his watch at me, showing me the time. It's past midnight.

Raising an eyebrow at him, I'm intrigued by his sudden change in demeanor. "What is it?"

He smiles as he leads me to his locker, opening it and pulling out his duffle bag. It takes him a few seconds to rifle through it, but he eventually holds up his skates with a devilish grin on his face.

"We're going to play a little game," he says, his tone playful yet sexy.

My eyes widen with both excitement and surprise. I don't know what he's up to yet, but I can already feel the ache burning between my thighs.

Grabbing my hand in his, he quickly leads me out of the locker room with the skates and his bag. The cold air of the arena hits me as we step through the doors completely naked. Suddenly I remember we're in a public building and we're supposed to be sneaking around.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I ask as I scan the empty arena.

"No one is coming back. If anything, the boys are all out drinking tonight."

He pulls me onto the ice, and all I have on is my shoes. The ice is slick as we walk, but he leads me across it with ease, keeping me upright and balanced. As we near one of the goals, Duke suddenly turns and pulls me into his arms, his lips crashing into mine. I moan into his mouth, my craving for him, coming back to life with each touch.

Pulling away, Duke eyes my naked body, surveying every bare inch of me. Finally, he says, "I want you to lie down on the ice."

"You want me to what?" I laugh as I choke out the words. "I'm naked!"

His face is serious, unwavering as I question his sanity. He circles me, then points to the ice. "I asked you to lay down, Aspen."

He's leading me on a wild goose chase and I still have no idea where he's going with this, but I decide to trust him. I lower myself to the ice, wincing as the frozen ground bites at my skin.

"On my back?" I ask.

"Yes," he nods, watching me so intently I feel like I might melt under his molten gaze. "Then spread your legs for me."

Doing as he says, I lean back, letting the backside of my body rest against the ice, then I widen my legs, giving him a full view of my pussy.

"That's my girl," he smirks as he takes one last look at me before diving back into his duffle bag.

I watch him quietly, taking in our surroundings. I've never experienced the arena this quiet before. It's silent other than our movements, and the air is just cold enough to take my breath away. This ice under my body isn't helping, and I can feel myself beginning to shiver.

Duke lowers himself between my thighs, tossing the bag a few feet away. In his hands are his skates and a roll of athletic tape. He pushes my legs further apart as he scoots closer to me.

"Give me your hands," he says, reaching for them before I have the opportunity to offer them to him.

The coolness of the ice is beginning to fade into a numbing sensation, burning as it frosts my skin. The hot and cold feeling has me flustered as he wraps the athletic tape around my wrists, securing them together before using his teeth to tear it off the roll. He's naked too, and I can't stop myself from watching his hard cock move with his body as his muscles flex.

His tone is still serious as he begins speaking, drawing my attention back to his face. "I'm going to do some things that are going to be uncomfortable, and they'll hurt a little, but I need you to trust that my end goal is to bring you more pleasure than you ever thought possible. This is for both of us, Aspen. Can you do that?"

My mind is racing and the idea of being caught is still in the back of my mind, but I silently nod.

"I need to hear you say it."

A lump in the back of my throat makes me choke on my words, but I force them out. "Y-yes. I can trust you."

Duke's eyes darken further as my words wash over his ears. He brings his lips down to my level, stopping beside my ear. "I'm going to bring you so much pleasure you'll never want to leave me."

Little does he know, he's already done that. I'm completely and utterly lost to this man. He's taken over every corner of my soul and I belong to him far more than I'm willing to admit.

My lips part to speak, but he covers them with his own, warming them as he deepens our kiss. The feeling of cold metal presses against my leg, and then my body jerks as I feel a sharp pain. I gasp, opening my mouth to cry out, but Duke doesn't let me. He cups my mouth with his hand, shaking his head as if to tell me to be quiet.

I watch him glance down to where the pain is emanating from on my leg. He smiles, then rubs his fingertips over the stinging spot. It hurts more as he presses against my flesh, gliding his fingers around and spreading warmth, which I realize is my blood as he brings his fingers to his mouth, eyes locked on mine. He dips a blood-coated finger into his mouth, gently swirling his tongue around it. His mouth closes around his fingers, and then he sucks them clean, not leaving a single drop of my blood.

"Mmm," he groans as he tastes me, his eyes rolling back as his lids flutter. His cock hardens even more against my body as he leans over me, pressing it against my entrance. He's teasing me.

I'm shocked as I watch him devour the crimson liquid, but I'm so intrigued, and even more turned on by what I'm watching.

There's a smudge of blood on Duke's bottom lip, making him look primal. Feral almost.

Duke sits back on his heels, still between my spread legs. He picks up one of his hockey skates, which has a thin layer of my blood dripping from it. Bringing it to his fingertips, he runs the sharp blade against his flesh, opening it as the metal glides. The red liquid shines in the low arena lighting.

Pressing his lips to my ear once more, his voice is dripping with desire as the blood drips from his fingers onto my cold, bare stomach. "I want you to ride me while I fuck your mouth with my fingers, Aspen. Show me how much you want me."

I can't resist him. My body instantly responds to his command. Hands tied tightly, I grip him with my thighs, then force our bodies to switch positions. We roll, and I end up on top, straddling him. Using what little range of motion I have in my hands, I grip his cock, then guide it to my aching pussy. I glide it along my folds, wetting it before seating myself on him, allowing his cock to sink deep inside me.

The ice is slippery, making it hard to move gracefully, but I eventually find the right tempo. My body moves up and down, occasionally grinding into him for even more pleasure. He fills me so fully that I don't think it would be possible to fit anything else inside of me. Using one hand to rub a thumb over my clit, Duke pushes my body into oblivion. I have an orgasm rising so quickly that I feel like I'm falling apart, becoming numb to the euphoric sensation.

As my orgasm begins, Duke presses his bloody fingers to my lips. "Open."

Lost to the pleasure, I open my mouth, granting him entrance to my mouth. He slips two fingers inside, rolling them over my tongue and coating it in his blood. The taste is metallic as it spreads across my taste buds. I thought I'd be repulsed, but it only drives me deeper into my orgasm. Duke's fingers press further into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and triggering my gag reflex. His grip on my mouth is so firm I can't actually gag, and my body responds to his movements. I'm trapped under his will, coming undone as I ride his cock and let him fuck my mouth. All I can do is moan around his fingers, quietly crying out as I shatter around him.

Removing his fingers from my mouth, Duke grips my hips, forcefully thrusting himself into me and pushing me down harder. "Let go, Aspen. That's it."

Without his fingers in my mouth, I forget where we are and I cry out as my orgasm rips through me. My body shakes with pleasure as Duke follows me over the edge, his body tensing as he comes with me.

I collapse against his chest, both of us breathless and spent. I lay on top of him, feeling the perfect combination of the coolness of the ice and the warmth of his body.

"That was perfect," I say, my voice barely above a whisper as I look up, finding his eyes.

They've returned to a more tired, but casual Duke state. The animal inside him seems to be tamed.

He smiles, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. "Only with you."

We lay together on the ice for a few minutes, catching our breath before finally making our way back to the locker room for our clothes.

I can't help but feel a sense of sadness as we dress and prepare to go our separate ways.

I hate the thought of leaving him, even if it's just for a little while.