The Hockey Player

BIA

I never imagined that I'd find myself making out with Tanner Hart.

At the ice rink of all places.

Yet, there we were, his rough hands trailing up and down my body as we pressed up against one another. It was almost like we were melding together, our limbs tangled in a steamy mess.

His lips were hot against mine, and I found myself getting lost in the moment, forgetting about who we were and what we were supposed to be doing.

His breath quickened as we kissed, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I could tell that he had an insatiable desire for me, like he wanted to consume me.

I was wearing my figure skating outfit, a tight leotard and short skirt combo that left little to the imagination, and I knew he was enjoying the view.

He wasn’t even trying to hide it.

I didn't mind. In fact, I was enjoying the attention just as much as he was.

I slipped my hand under his shirt, my fingers tracing his rock-hard abs.

There was something thrilling about being with someone like him, someone who was rough and tough where I was delicate and graceful.

I guess opposites did attract…

As we kissed, I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, tugging on his curls. He pulled away for a moment and smiled deviously before pulling me in even more aggressively.

He bit my lip, gently tugging at it, before slipping his tongue into my mouth. He teased me with it, pulling back and forth.

I found myself wondering what his tongue would feel like on other parts of my body. I was dizzy just at the thought of it.

I squeezed him with my thighs.

Then, I felt him harden in between my legs. He groaned, clearly fighting the urge to tear my clothes off then and there.

A part of me wished that he would.

Suddenly, he gave in.

I sighed with relief as he ripped my leotard in half, revealing my breasts.

“What if someone sees,” I stopped him, remembering where we were.

I half-heartedly tried to cover myself.

“Then let them see,” he kissed my neck, moving my arms away from my body so he could get a better look at me.

His hands gently grabbed my breasts, his thumb rubbing against my nipples till they too became hard.

His lips kissed all the way down my neck, lingering over my collarbone for a second before finding my nipples.

He ran his tongue around them.

It felt mind-blowingly good.

The heat from his warm tongue sent shivers through my entire body.

My body tingled with pleasure as he sucked on one nipple, then the other.

His eyes darted down between my legs. If he pulled my leotard further apart, I would be his for the taking.

Nowhere to hide

He looked up at me, waiting to see if I wanted him to go lower.

If I were truly honest with myself.

I did.