CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
WREN
“Do you want to score, Ms. Banner?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant.
There’s no lying on the ice this time. He places my coat down on the bench and instructs me to kneel upon it.
I do as he says, can feel his hungry eyes drinking in the sight of my sex.
I gasp when his hand runs down into the crease between my legs and wetness, the tip of his finger slipping inside. I start to shake.
“I’ve been dreaming about your pussy. Do you know that?” he says, his finger slipping further.
He takes my hands and pulls them roughly behind my back. I gasp, surprised at the sudden aggression.
He holds my wrists together above my ass with one hand.
He kneels up onto the bench behind me, leans over my body.
His hand runs over my stomach, past my pussy, and strokes right up the crack of my ass before pulling one of my ass cheeks to the side. “Fucking amazing,” he whispers, his breath hot against the shell of my ear.
I can feel his hard cock pressing up against me. Using one hand to keep my backside open, he cups and feels up my pussy with the other before joining two fingers together inside my slit and slowly spreading it wide.
“God,” I moan, as he opens me up from the front and rear.
His thumb presses against my anus and my head snaps involuntarily on my shoulders.
I squirm in his grip, arms pulled awkwardly behind me.
I push back against his hand and he moves with me.
He presses harder into my ass and I’m forced to turn my head sideways, placing it down on the bench, my cheek against the lining of my coat.
My desire coats his fingers as he teases the lips of my sex apart.
I rock my hips gently, so horny I could combust on the spot, the fact I’ve been restrained by his hand only adding to the building tempest.
My nipples brush the silky lining below, unbelievably sensitive.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He closes his fingers together and they glide over my opening. “I know what you want.” He continues to tease my hole with just the very tip of one of his fingers, using the other to keep my lips parted.
I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I don’t know whether it’s his words, the bondage or simply the fact his fingers are slipping through my folds, but I’m dripping wet, hungry for his cock.
He takes the finger from my opening and splits my buttocks even further apart with his free hand. My body shivers in full, breasts flattened out against the coat, my lips open and eyes closed as I concentrate on the strange sensation that’s building up inside me.
“Spread your legs further.”
I comply.
“Good girl.”
His hand withdraws.
I make an odd mewing sound.
I wait, panting through an open mouth as his hand rubs and works between my legs.
My muscles begin to twitch pre-orgasmically. I can’t believe he has me so close already.
“I know how tight you are,” he says, as he buries a finger into my plump pussy, stroking my clit with his thumb.
“Your pussy’s going to feel amazing around my big, hard cock.”
That’s it. All sorts of crazy thoughts rush through my head as an orgasm of mind-numbing proportions powers through me.
He lets me come, panting breathlessly against my coat.
The head of his cock presses against my wetness.
Yes, god. Oh, yes.
All I want is his cock inside me as soon as possible.
“Close your eyes. Don’t you dare fucking open them until I say so.”
I close my eyes and nod as he releases the grip on my wrists and spins me around to face him. “Kneel.”
I hop off the bench and kneel in front of him.
I reach forward and gently stroke his cock, playing with the thick, silky head of it with my fingers.
I feel the weight of his balls as my lips enclose the head of his manhood.
The air leaves his lungs as he holds my head and works me over his cock. The feeling of him, warm and hard in my mouth, smelling of manliness and sex and soap, is all it takes for my pussy to grow slicker still.
I tongue him, massaging his balls as I open my lips and take more of him inside my mouth. He’s too big to get in fully, so I lick and suck up and down his shaft. I pay special attention to the flattened crown of his cock-head, whisking my tongue around his sensitive glans until he’s bucking against me with urgency.
His hands press down harder on my head, fingers massaging into my scalp and hair as I sweep the flat of my tongue over the slit of his cock.
His balls begin to tighten below. He takes a handful of my hair in his hand and pulls my head away from him. I strain forward, desperate to taste more, to feel him explode in my mouth.
“No,” he cautions. “This time I’m saving my load for your ass, not your mouth.”
My ass?
He can’t be serious. That said, the idea of anal, something so taboo, is an instant turn-on. I’ve always wanted to try it, but David wasn’t big on experimentation. He only cared about getting himself off.
“First, though,” Carter says, lifting me up and placing me back against the barrier of the rink, my hands against the glass, my ass pressed out to him, “I have to test out this tight little pussy of yours.”
His shifts his cock between my folds and angles himself upwards. I bend back and out until his cock is in place, bracing my hands against the glass. He drives forward, burying at least half of his ample package directly into my dripping pussy.
He draws a hand down the crack of my ass as he fucks me, teasing it. “You’re so fucking amazing,” he huffs as he plows into me, his chiseled abs bumping into the base of my spine as I’m pulled onto his cock, mercilessly pumped over and over.
Finally, I’ve taken him all, gasping for air at the way he has filled me out.
Warm saliva trails down into my ass crack.
His fingers spread it around the hidden buttonhole there and slowly begin to tease me open.
I’m so nervous it’s insane.
“I wonder if your ass is as tight as your pussy,” he purrs, inserting one finger and then a second into my tight anal passage, gently finger-fucking me with his spittle.
I relax and moan as he inserts a third, his cock continuing to spear into my wet hole below, balls slamming against my clit and threatening another orgasm already.
He holds his fingers in place to allow me time to get used to the sensation of being stuffed in both holes. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I have to say I like it, being filled like this, ass and pussy stuffed at the same time. I haven’t felt this full in a long time, desperate now to get his cock into my ass and feel him release deep into my body.
More saliva runs into my crack as my breathing slows and he begins to leisurely move his fingers in and out of my asshole again.
As his balls slam against it, my clit becomes heavy and swollen, erect with sensation as I’m fucked.
His fingers leave my ass, his cock pulling free of my pussy. I’m left totally empty, unable to work out why when he presses the tip of his cock against my asshole, drizzling more saliva over it to mix with my slickness below as he slowly pushes himself inside.
I groan. His shaft is huge.
He presses against me a little firmer, takes his time and somehow remains gentle even though his manner suggests otherwise.
Slowly, my ass begins to become accustomed to his size.
He takes his time, using my arousal to work himself in. Minutes pass before he’s fully embedded himself in my backside, his balls wet against my vulva.
I tighten my muscles against him. He grunts, hanging there without movement to prolong the pleasure.
I reach between my legs and rub my aching clit, knowing that another climax is imminent.
“Please,” I beg him. “Keep going. Fuck me?”
He bites at my earlobe before whispering, “Fuck you where?”
I’ve never seen him as alpha as this. It’s such a turn on.
I swallow hard before speaking, my voice strangely broken. “In my ass. I want you to fuck me in my ass.”
It sounds corny to me, but he seems to like it, because he begins to open up my cheeks and thrusts forward again. He slowly withdraws his cock almost all the way out and then screws it deep into my ass until I’m flattened out against the barrier and his hard body, caught between hot and cold, my body flushed with strange sensation.
Each time he withdraws he the thrusts back inside a little harder and a little faster until I’m moaning and squirming in place. I moan and push back against him, fucking myself on his cock quicker and quicker until I’m sweating with the urgency of it all, shaking and convulsing with his cock buried up my most private orifice and my pussy dripping onto the carpet below.
I press my forehead against the glass and open my eyes, my hair loose, hanging around my face as he works to fill me completely. His weight is over my back, a hand on my shoulder now as I tighten my passage around him and his body tightens in return.
He’s hot against my back as he leans against me and drills down deep into my ass, using one hand on my hip as a handle to hold me in place. It slides down further forwards and comes around to stroke my sopping, dripping sex, his hand over my own.
He buries two fingers inside me, my palm against my clit as he pounds into me.
My muscles contract wildly around his fingers and cock, ass tightening against him as I close in on my next orgasm.
He’s huffing harder against me, pistoning along with a fury to reach his prize.
I rock my hips back and forth, matching his rhythm, growing increasingly wild. I want so desperately to get myself off I’ll do anything.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he teases, screwing his fingers inside me as his cock slides in and out of my ass above.
“Yes,” I moan back. “Please, please,” begging nonsensically now.
“Not yet,” he says, grounding into me even harder, his wet balls clapping loudly against my flesh. “I say when you can come.”
He changes up his rhythm as his fingers still twist inside me. His thumb curls up over my clit and he begins to circle it, lightly brushing it feather-like until I’m screaming and crying, pleading for release.
“It turns me on when you beg.”
“Please!” I scream.
He pulls himself back and slaps my ass.
I jump forward as my ass muscles tighten around him.
He spanks me again, harder, and I jerk, caught.
He builds his rhythm back up. “You want to come?”
“Yes.”
I need both hands to brace myself against the onslaught.
He begins to slide his fingers against me again, not inside but just stroking the soft ridges of my inner lips, ringing around my distended opening as his thrusts become firmer and harder I’m until whining and crying out like an idiot, my calls echoing through the rink.
“Please,” I plead, as my body is ravaged. “Just let me come.”
His fingers slide inside me, his index finger curling up against the knurled patch of my g-spot.
I squeeze down hard on his fingers and cock.
“Come,” he says, “come all over my fat fucking cock.”
“I’m going to—” I come, my pussy and ass convulsing together. I feel wet release around his fingers as my body is wracked over and over with the most intense sensation I’ve ever experienced.
“Fuck,” he collapses over my body, his cock wedged as far into my ass as it will go as he releases, his hot cum spewing deep into my body.
He jerks a final time, his cock twitching in my ass before he slides it out slick, huffing and panting behind me.
With a final spattering of contractions, I’m done, collapsing onto my knees on the carpet, head lowered as I try to regain my breath. My heart rate is out of control.
On shaky legs, I try to stand again.
He helps me up.
I wipe away the drool running from the corner of my mouth. “I’m a mess.”
“A hot mess,” he corrects. “But you enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?”
“If that’s what you mean by scoring, sign me up for more game time.”