Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(140)

“You know how hard it is to keep my hands off you?” Kingston asks.

I don’t have a chance to answer because his mouth is on mine. Within seconds, we’re generating enough heat to possibly steam up the windows in this small room. It is a real possibility considering the air on the other side is considerably colder.

While Kingston thrusts his tongue into my mouth, I reach for the button on his jeans. I don’t want to waste any time. We spent far too many weeks apart… We have a lot to make up for. A lot more.

“I really like when you wear dresses,” he mutters against my mouth as his hands slide up my bare legs.

“It’s a skirt,” I tell him, smiling against his lips.

“Pot-a-to, pot-o-to. I call it easy access.”

His fingers reach the apex of my thighs, and I see the instant he realizes I’m not wearing any panties.

“Heaven help me,” he groans before crushing his mouth to mine.

I work open his jeans and slip my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his cock as best I can. I stroke him slow and easy, while he pushes a single finger up inside me.

“Oh, yes.” God, I love when he does that. The way he touches me…

Kingston pulls back and looks down at me. I see the desire churning in his eyes.

“You know, I’ve had this fantasy…” I say.

“Yeah?” He’s breathing hard because I continue to stroke him while he gently thrusts one finger inside me.

“Yep.” I widen my stance, urging him to continue.

“Tell me.”

“I’ve fantasized about going down on you in an empty hockey arena.”

He groans and I take that as permission. I shift, causing his finger to fall from inside me, which is pretty disappointing but definitely necessary. While he pushes his jeans and boxers down over his hips, I lower myself to my knees and lick him slowly.

Kingston holds his shirt up with one hand and puts the other on the glass window behind me. “Fuck… Ellie.”

Sometime in the next few minutes, his shirt comes off and his fingers are in my hair while I bob up and down on his cock, trying to drive him wild. The idea of being in such a public place, despite the fact that it’s empty, is thrilling. I think about what it would be like to do this when there are people on the other side of that glass. They wouldn’t be able to see in…

“Stop,” Kingston hisses. “Not yet.”

I don’t want to stop, but as usual, Kingston helps me to my feet. I would try to fight him, but I already know how that will turn out, so I simply stand and kiss him when he lowers his mouth back to mine.

“Woman, do you know what you do to me?” he rumbles against my mouth.

I do know and I love every second of it. But I don’t tell him that; I simply meld my mouth to his and sigh. I love this man more than words could ever express.

“Turn around,” he insists, once again lifting my skirt.

I turn and plant my palms on the glass, looking out at the darkened rink while he moves up behind me.

“I’m not going to last long,” he says, and I can tell it’s a warning.

“That makes two of us…” He enters me in one swift thrust and I inhale sharply. “Oh, f*ck, yes.”

Kingston’s hands slide around me, cupping my breasts while I keep my hands on the glass, pushing so that I don’t get crushed against it.

“Damn, Ellie… I’m never … going … to get … enough … of you.” He punctuates with punishing thrusts of his hips. His hands roughly grip my breasts, as though he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. It’s not painful, but it proves to me that I do have the power to make him lose control.

“Fuck me,” I say, merely for his benefit. And mine, too.

His hands release my breasts and travel down to my hips. His fingertips dig into my flesh as he drives into me over and over, deeper, harder. My hands squeak down the glass as I lose my grip. He’s pounding into me, driving me higher and higher. I can see his reflection in the glass, and the animalistic look on his face is enough to send me careening to the precipice, scrambling to hold on for just a little while longer.

“Fuck… Kingston… Yes, yes… Fuck yes.” I explode around him, unable to keep from crying out.

His answering roar sounds from behind me. I feel him pulsing inside me.

It’s all I can do to keep from melting into the floor.

And to think…

This man who has promised to love me—as well as kinkify me—is all mine.





Epilogue Thursday, April 13th Game one of the play-offs — Austin Arrows vs. Minnesota

Ellie: Good luck tonight. You’re gonna be amazing.

Kingston: Thanks, baby. With you there in the stands, I’ll be at my best.

Ellie: Is that right?

Kingston: Of course.

Ellie: Too bad. I was thinking of offering a little incentive.

Kingston: What I meant to say was with you in the stands and with a little incentive, I’ll be at my best.

Ellie: That’s what I thought you meant.

Kingston: So, what’s the incentive?

Ellie: Remember when you mentioned chocolate syrup?

Kingston: Heaven help me…

Ellie: Like I said, good luck tonight. I love you.