Silent Night (Bad Boy Rockers 5.50)

The minute the words are spoken, Robin appears startled and then slams into the front of me. My hands automatically grab her hips, and slip around to her ass with her plastered against me.

“Caro, it’s good to see you again,” Robin offers the girl, her head resting against my chest.

“Aren’t you going to introduce your boyfriend?”

Robin bristles in my arms, but moves to step away. No way is she going to leave me aroused in plain view of the new arrival, so I move with her, my hands now cupping Robin’s face.

“We’re just leaving,” I say in way of greeting, and continue to back Robin away from the girl and off the ice.

“That was rude,” Robin calls me on it, and then grins. “But she was rude first.”

“She was.” I rest my forehead aga

inst hers. “I need to calm down.”

Robin smiles, takes my hand, and tugs me over to one side. “I like knowing that I do that to you,” she admits. “You feel good.” She steps close and wraps her arms around my waist. Her fingers search and slip beneath the bottom of my sweater, finding skin.

My body burns at the touch of her sweeping fingers as I try to remember where we are and that we probably have some sort of an audience. I glance over her head and I’m right. Except the audience we have is the girl who interrupted us on the ice.

I breathe and try to calm my body, but nothing works and I know nothing will until I’ve sated myself in the delicious body of the woman in my arms.

Robin nuzzles her face into the opening of my jacket, and when her fingers start to move around to the front, I grab her wrists. “I’ve wanted you for so damn long that having you in my arms with your hands on me is driving me insane.” My ragged breath fills the air as I tug Robin over to a bench to take our skates off and put our boots back on.

“Hot chocolate next, right?” I ask, and receive a smoldering look in return.

“You’re in that condition, and you want to go and get hot chocolate?” She raises a brow when I grin, and she adds, “Really?”

“Really,” I answer. “I want you, Robin. Make no mistake about that. My body can’t hide anything from you and I’ve always been an open book were you’re concerned. But I’m not going to make love to you until you’re in the same place that I am in regards to us.”

I hide my smile when she pouts in disappointment.

“Until you get there, I’m just going to have to be satisfied with my own hand in the shower,” I add and start laughing at the look of indignation on her face.

“I could help you with that,” she offers and rests her palm high on my thigh.

My dick had started to calm down but with her touch, it’s rock hard and begging me to say yes.

“I think,” I start, not really knowing what the hell to say, “that, um, we need to change the subject.”

“Why haven’t you asked what I want?” Robin asks as she zips her boots up. “I mean, I might want you to make love to me. You’re not the only one who has had to resort to their own hand you know.” Robin stands, and with a twinkle in her eyes, turns and walks deeper into the park.

It takes me a minute to get my dirty thoughts together enough to go after her. When I do, I wrap my arm around her waist, turn her so that her back is against a tree, and crowd her with my body.

“Explain that last comment,” I growl low in her ear.

“What part do you need explaining?”

“All of it.” I rub against her and am satisfied to hear her moan in response.

She lifts her head and meets my gaze, as her eyes fill with challenge. “I was talking about lying naked on my bed with my legs spread, imagining you between them with your face buried in my pussy while I played with my nipples.”

Everything in my head disappears and is replaced with the picture that Robin has just described while my eyes watch her moisten her lips with the tip of her pink tongue.

“In my imagination, you have a tongue that works magic, and you’ve made me so wet that your fingers slip in and out of me so easily, holding me on the edge of climax,” she pants in my ear while I try so damn hard to control the rush of pleasure along the length of my cock.

I don’t think I have a chance of controlling my response to her words, and I certainly can’t formulate any of my own.

“I needed more and as you weren’t really with me and only in my imagination, I slipped my fingers over my soaked pussy. Mmm…it felt so good. But then I fingered myself and rubbed my clit, coming in one long orgasm with your name on my lips.”