Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(15)

“Here.”

“Thank God,” I growled against her jaw before pushing the door open and then shutting it with the weight of our bodies. Carefully, I put her to her skates as she pulled at my shirt, running her cold hands down the front of my chest. Hissing out a breath, I reached for her shirt, pulling it up and burying my face in her breasts as she cried out, arching up into me. She moved her fingers into my scalp, knocking my hat and glasses to the ground. Pulling her bra down, I took her nipple in my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue against the hard pebble as she hissed out a breath. She leaned into me. Moving to the other breast, I took that nipple, sucking and kneading her with my hands as she arched into the door, sweet sounds falling from those naughty lips.

But I needed more.

Sliding my hand down the front of her tights, I cupped her slick and burning-hot pussy. She was pulsating, so hot between her legs. Everything inside me was wrung tight. She cried out, gasping, and then our gazes locked. I lost my breath at her beauty. Her red hair was falling out of the topknot. Her blue eyes were as dark as a thunderstorm back home. Red splotches covered her cheeks and her chin. This close I could see the freckles I had missed last night. They were everywhere, dusting her cheeks, her neck, and down the middle of her chest. I wanted to trace the spots with my tongue, get lost for hours doing only that. She was gorgeous, but when my fingers slid between her slick lips, my eyes fell shut and she wasn’t the only one groaning.

To say I had been craving her was a fucking understatement. Wanting her from afar was one thing, but feeling her, touching her, and then arguing with her did nothing but make me crazy with hunger for her. I continued teasing the opening of her pussy. I was shaking so fucking hard, everything was moving, and with each pound of my heart, I swear my eyes were shaking.

“One time. Done,” she muttered as I nibbled on her neck. “This won’t happen again.”

I was so lost I couldn’t answer.

Taking her mouth with mine, I slid my fingers up her pussy to her clit, and with just one touch, she cried out against my mouth. Catching her moans, I continued to swirl the tip of my fingers along her. Wanting to give her a release. Wanting her to come all over my fingers. I wanted so desperately to hear her cry out, to savor my name falling off her lips. With each stroke, she jerked, her body moving with the motion. We should have probably taken off her skates, but neither of us had time for that.

No, and come to think of it, I needed her in my mouth.

I withdrew my hand, and she whimpered as I pulled her tights as far down as I could get them before I buried my face between the crux of her thighs. Her moans were loud and demanding as I slid my tongue up her. I swear she tasted sweeter than I could ever imagine. Opening her up, I flicked my tongue along her clit while she scraped my scalp with her fingertips. I wouldn’t let up. I wanted her to come so fucking bad. I wanted to hear it, I wanted to feel it, and damn it, I wanted to taste it.

I hadn’t realized I wanted her so bad, but man, did I.

It only took a few more flicks before she was coming off the door, screaming out as she jerked against my mouth. When she screamed again, I sucked her clit into my mouth, and she cried out until I saw her bite her arm. I couldn’t help it… I chuckled. Sitting back on my haunches, I pulled out my wallet and grabbed a condom.

“Oh. Oh. Shit.”

“Oh, I’m nowhere near done,” I informed her, sliding the condom down my thick shaft before standing up and taking her legs in my arms. She cried out a bit when I pushed her knees into my chest, her skates coming dangerously close to my cock. “Whoa, let’s move those.”

As she held her feet to my sides, she cried out again.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I think I twisted my ankle.”

“I made you come so hard, you twisted your ankle?”

“I hate you.”

I laughed. “Are you okay?”

“It hurts,” she complained, her face so red and so sexy that all I could do was grin.

“Want me to make it go away?”

She met my gaze, her eyes storm clouds as she slowly nodded. “Yes.”

That was all I needed before I pushed up, my cock filling her as my hands bit into her hips. Her head fell back, her eyes falling shut as she gasped out, yet she still hadn’t said my name. I wanted that so bad. More than I’d realized I did. Pressing my body into her knees, I slammed up into her, thrusting with more meaning each time, wanting my name to fall from those naughty lips of hers. But with each thrust, I noticed she grimaced a bit. I was all for having sex, but usually I liked the girl to enjoy it.

Pausing, I took in a deep breath as her gaze met mine. “Are you okay?”

“It really hurts.”

“I mean, I am big—” I started, but she cut me off.

“No, my ankle. Like seriously.”

But neither of us moved. “So I should stop?”

She glared. “Yeah.”

“Really?”

“Yes, maybe I strained a tendon or something. It really fucking hurts.”

I pulled out reluctantly. When her feet hit the ground and she cried out, I got concerned. “Can you put pressure on it?”

She shook her head, tears gathering in her eyes. “Can you help me to the—” Before she could finish, though, I lifted her and took her to the bench. I sat her down and put my cock in my pants. Then I bent down to untie her skate, but before I could get the skate fully off, I could see the swelling.