“I dare you.”
He shuddered with his whole body, and—yep, he was rock hard already, the cutest little whimper escaping as I rubbed him through the stretchy, thick spandex.
He’d insisted he wasn’t a virgin, but there was something so innocent in how easy it was to turn him on. Not that I could talk given my own massive hard-on.
“Come on. Fuck my mouth.” I yanked at his waistband before stopping. “If you want to.”
He was panting already. Nodding, he glanced around one more time before freeing himself. I was ready to be choking on his cock ASAP, but I waited as he watched me, his dick in his hand.
I wasn’t much older than him, but I hadn’t been with anyone so hesitant in a long time. The guys I hooked up with knew what they were doing, which should have been way hotter. But with Henry, my blood was on fire and my balls were going to explode without even being touched.
Tentatively, he circled my parted lips with the head of his cock. He’d let go of my hand, and I rubbed my palms up and down his legs and over his fine ass.
“I want it,” I said, not able to take the quiet. “Please. Unless you don’t?” Had I misread him?
“I’m not sure how… I don’t want you to be in pain.”
“You won’t hurt me, I promise.” I licked his tip and groaned. “You’re already leaking. You’re so hot. Do you need to come? I love it like this. You can go rough. I know you’d never really hurt me.” I gripped his thighs, my words sounding like maybe too much of a confession. It was true, though.
Threading his fingers through my hair, Henry nudged his cock against my lips. I opened with a grateful moan, swallowing him deep. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked and slurped. He rocked into my mouth, slowly gaining confidence.
I mumbled praise he probably couldn’t understand, wishing I could switch on the overhead fluorescents and see Henry lose control in stark light instead of shadows.
He had both hands on my head now, and I was sure he was about to come. I could taste bitter salt, my lips stretched, spit dribbling from my mouth as he took complete control.
The thud was followed by a rumble. I shot to my feet, Henry shoving his cock into his pants as we skated full out for the side of the rink. We leapt off and dove for the bleachers. There really wasn’t anywhere to hide, and I ended up on the concrete floor behind the first row with Henry on top of me.
Panting, we waited. I realized our stuff was in plain view on the bench, but it was too late to grab it. So we waited.
And waited.
Annnd waited.
“I think it was the furnace or generator or something,” I whispered. It was too dark between the bleachers to make out Henry’s expression, but I saw the shadowy shape of his head nod.
Then the most amazing thing happened. His warm burst of laughter tickled my face, and I was laughing too. I hated that I couldn’t see him, wishing again the overhead lights were on.
Though there was also something special about being tucked away with him in the dark, even if I was flat out on a floor that was perma-sticky from the soda and slushees and snacks they sold at the concession stand.
I’d roll around naked in crushed popcorn and dropped M&Ms for the rest of my life to feel Henry laughing against me, our bodies pressed tight in the narrow space between benches.
I rocked up with my hips, loving the little gasp he made. Loving how quickly he was fully hard again. And really loving that he rutted against me without any prompting.
His exhalations brushed my lips, and I barely resisted pulling his head down to taste his mouth. I did run my hands down his back and grab his ass, urging him on as I arched up. If I’d had the room, I would have spread my legs wide and begged him to fuck me.
I wanted him inside me. I wanted to be inside him if he was into it. I wanted to suck and fuck and be naked together—maybe in a bed rather than the arena floor—and I wanted to make him come harder than he ever had. I wanted to make it so good for him and see him smile and laugh and fall asleep in my arms until we woke and he kissed me.
My cry echoed in the empty rink as I shot my load, jerking and clinging to Henry, the pleasure running shockingly deep considering we weren’t skin to skin. He dropped his forehead to my shoulder, his breath warm and moist on my neck as he fucked against me urgently.
“That’s it.” My voice was hoarse. “You want to come for me?”