Page 155 of Only Ever You

I slide my hands down her hips and cup her ass. The feel of the perfect curve turns my brain into a mushy mess. Fuck. I stand from the bench, taking her with me, guiding one leg around my hip, then the other before I turn and press her back against the locker. On contact, a whoosh of air escapes her, and I rear back, searching her face for any sign of distress.

She stares at me, her lips swollen, her deep blue eyes darker than usual. The color of a twilight sky. Like the moment when the sun drops below the horizon, but its light still illuminates the sky. My favorite time of the day. My favorite color.

“If you don’t want me to fuck you against this locker, then you better tell me to stop,” I whisper, nuzzling the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

Her chuckle rings in the room. “No.”

I suck on her neck, leaving a mark, and she lets out a loud moan. The sound shreds the control I’ve tried to maintain. I lower her a little, making sure her core is lined up with my hard length beneath my jeans. Pupils blown, she breaks into a beautiful smile.

“You have one second to change your mind,” I tell her. “We can still go to my room, or yours.”

She grinds against me, and my voice cracks. Fuck. “Isla, dammit…”

She brings her mouth to my ear, her breath ghosting over my neck. “I want you.”

She doesn’t need to tell me twice. My need for her is almost animalistic. Obsessive.

I lower her to her feet and undo the button, then unzip my fly. Before I can yank my jeans down past my hips, she sneaks her hand beneath my waistband and traces my crown. I groan and close my eyes. Fuck. I could come in my jeans right here, right now, just like this.

Knees shaky, I lower my jeans, giving her access to pull my cock out. Her eyes are locked on it, mesmerized, as she moves her hand up and down my shaft. Nothing has ever felt better than her touch. It’s nearly enough to make me lose my mind.

With my hands on her waist, I hoist her up. Her skirt drifts up her thighs as I position myself at her entrance. With one arm looped around my neck, she uses her free hand to push her panties aside.

Then, she peers up at me, wearing a sly smile. “I’m soaked already…”

I smile back, my head in the damn clouds. There’s no way this is my reality. Eyes locked on hers, I push into her. Slowly, I move in and out, letting her adjust to my size. She’s wet, but she’s tight. The way she grips me makes me see stars.

“You feel so good, baby,” I whisper against her throat. “So fucking right.”

I fuck her slowly and gently, relishing the way her pussy sucks my dick deeper. Fuck, if I’m not careful, I’ll come too soon. While I may not be new at this anymore, sex with her gets better every time. It’s like something out of the world. Divine and unforgettable.

“More,” she moans, digging her fingers into my shoulders. “Please.”

With a smirk, I pick up my pace, burying myself so deep, my vision blurs. She seeks my lips, her tongue battling with mine as we capture our sounds in our locked mouths.

The heat forming in my lower abdomen grows stronger. I’m close, but I want her to come first, so I pick up my pace, pumping into her in a steady rhythm.

“Oh my…” She trails off, mouth falling open.

Her walls spasm around me as her orgasm slams into her. The intensity with which her pussy pulses sends me hurtling toward my own release; in seconds, I’m coming too, spilling myself inside her, my face buried in her hair as we ride out our orgasms together.

As she relaxes and I come down from my high, I kiss her again, and again, and again, only stopping when my vision goes dark and I think I might pass out from the lack of oxygen. Inhaling deeply, I press my forehead to hers, reveling in her scent.

“Before you came back into my life, the only stress reliever I knew was my bike,” I confess. “I’m sad I can’t ride anymore, but I have to say, this is even better. You make me feel light and capable, and you drown out all the voices in my head.”

“You ground me too, in a way no one ever has.” She nuzzles her nose against mine. “Let’s go to your room. I kinda love your bed.”

I put her on her feet. “So it’s my bed and not my cuddles?”

Laughing, she scurries to the restroom stalls, throwing, “It’s you in general,” over her shoulder.

After we clean up and make sure we’ve left no evidence of our extracurricular activities, I lock up the rink, and we head to our cars. With my arm around Isla’s shoulder, I hold her close. If it were up to me, I’d never let her out of my sight.

Her phone buzzes, and she takes a step to the side so she can retrieve it from the pocket of her jacket. “It’s Ash.” With a quick look at me, she swipes the screen. “Hey… Yeah, he’s with me.”

She puts him on speaker and steps closer.

“What’s up, man?” I ask.