same time she does, then take her hand and lead her to the rear entrance door. It only takes a few minutes to get into the building and turn off the alarm. I make sure to lock it back so that we won’t have any unexpected visitors.
Although we do a lot of our practices at the Cedar Park Arena, we also spend a lot of time at the practice facility. It’s not as flashy and it’s not built for fans to be able to watch the action, but the rink’s as nice as the main one.
“I like it here.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?” I ask.
“Because there’s this room upstairs where you have a direct view of the rink, but it offers some privacy.”
“Really?” I pretend not to know what she’s referring to. “Maybe you could show me this room.”
“I’d be glad to.”
Ellie tugs on my arm and I let her pull me toward a darkened hallway. I don’t miss a step as I follow her to the elevator. The second floor has several offices, and all the doors are closed with the exception of the room she’s referring to. It’s actually an empty room that’s rarely used. Sometimes some of the player’s families come up here, mainly those with small children who can’t handle the chilly air downstairs. Every now and then, we’ll have cake in here when it’s someone’s birthday.
There are no lights on anywhere in the arena, except for a few small ones to light the hallways and a couple high up in the rafters. If anyone happened to come in, I seriously doubt they’d see anything, but in order to ensure that, I kick the door closed with my foot. Getting caught doesn’t bother me so much, but I damn sure am not going to invite trouble if I don’t have to.
However, I am going to have to get my hands on this woman.
And soon.
Ellie
The second Kingston pulled into the parking lot, I knew exactly what he was up to. I can’t lie. It lit a spark deep inside me. The idea of having sex at the practice arena… It’s definitely taboo.
Probably not nearly as taboo as it could be. There are no people around, which makes it safe. I’m not sure I’d be willing to do this otherwise. Then again, as I slide my hands up underneath Kingston’s shirt, I’m not sure that’s the case. This man… God, he makes me do crazy things, want crazy things.
“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