Deadlines & Red Lines: Fast Ice Sports Romance

by Stephanie Julian

  His fingers were thick and rough and felt amazing as he pumped them inside her. Her pussy gave way as he forged ahead and clenched around him when he tried to retreat.

  “Jesus, Sugar, you feel amazing.”

  “So do you. Don’t stop.”

  “I won’t. Not until you come.”

  At the rate he was going, that wouldn’t take long. She couldn’t believe how fast he’d gotten her to this state. Not that she had a lot of experience, but before, it’d taken her a little while to get primed.

  Realizing she’d closed her eyes, she opened them so she could see what he was doing to her and found him watching. Without thought, her right hand reached up to hold on to his arm encircling her shoulders. Her left hand rested against his left forearm, feeling the muscles flex as he fucked her with his fingers.

  The sensation of being penetrated by him was enough to make her doubt that she was actually awake. She’d dreamed about this, but the reality was so, so much better. The heat of his body burned against her own skin while being held so tightly against him, unable to move, thrilled her to her core.

  And being able to watch him was a turn-on she’d never understood until just this minute. Erotic to the point of being almost embarrassing. But it wasn’t. God no. It was amazing.

  “Do you like what you see?”

  She blushed, though she knew he couldn’t see it in the dark. “Yes.”

  “Good. Because I want to watch you come.”

  As he spoke, his fingers stroked high inside her and at just the right spot.

  And she gave him what he wanted.

  RJ felt Sugar’s pussy clench around his fingers a split second before her eyes closed and her head fell back against his chest. Her moan reverberated through his chest and straight to his cock.

  His entire body ached with lust, and his cock fucking hurt, he wanted her that badly. But he didn’t turn her and lift her onto his rock-hard erection. No, he watched her come around his fingers because, holy fuck, she was fucking beautiful.

  At some point, her hair had come loose from her ponytail and now framed her face, messy waves erotic as hell. For some reason, so was the fact that she still wore her top. He’d take care of that in a second, but he was still enjoying the feel of her arousal and the clench of her pussy around his fingers.

  He stroked her a few more times, drawing out her orgasm. And when she finally began to melt back into his body, he slipped his fingers free, tugged her shirt over her head and released her bra with a flick of his fingers. Her breasts practically fell into his palms.

  “Damn, you’re pretty, Sugar.”

  Her eyes fluttered open and she stared into his in the window. “You need to be naked. Now.”

  He grinned, though it looked more like he bared his teeth because he wanted her so much. “You’re right. Give me a hand, will you?”

  He meant those words however she wanted to take them. Apparently, they amused her because her lips curved in a seductive smile as she shook her head so her hair fell back over her shoulders.

  “Absolutely.”

  But first, she toed off her shoes. When she turned to face him, she was completely naked, and she’d lost the smile. But the look in her eyes was pure heat.

  He thought about looking in the window to check out her ass, but he couldn’t look away from her eyes. She had him pinned in place. And when she reached for the button on his jeans, he froze, not wanting to give her any reason to stop.

  She didn’t fumble but she didn’t exactly go fast. That was good and bad. Bad because it took longer, but good because it was torture. Really good torture.

  His cock was so hard, she had to release him slowly because the stiff rod pressed tight against the zipper. When she had it lowered all the way, he wanted her to slide her hands inside and grip him tight. Instead, she flattened her hands on his abs and leaned forward to press her lips to his chest.

  Forcing his feet to stick to the floor and his hands in fists at his sides, he felt fire spread from every point of contact. From her hands, unmoving, to her lips, which were moving. She kissed her way across his chest to his left nipple, licking at it before taking the tip between her teeth and nipping at it. It was his turn to suck in air through clenched teeth as every muscle in his body tensed in expectation of her next move.

  She took her own sweet time stringing a line of biting kisses back across his chest to his other nipple. By the time she arrived, he thought he might come on her stomach.

  He managed not to embarrass himself that badly. But it was a close call. By the time, she lifted her head from his chest, he’d reached the end of his rope. Taking a step back, he bent to untie his sneakers then toed them off and tossed his jeans on top of them.

  When he straightened, he caught Sugar taking a good look at him. He didn’t know if she started at his feet, but she definitely didn’t lift her gaze to his immediately. She took her own sweet time checking him out. By the time she finally met his gaze, he was grinning and so was she.

  He liked that she wasn’t shy or coy about sex. Marisol had made sex a special event, like she had to perform in a certain way to make him happy. A few other women had acted like they were auditioning for a soft-core porn movie, all breathy moans and dirty talk.

  Sugar felt real. Natural. And he couldn’t want her more.

  “The bed’s back that way.”

  She nodded to her right, her breasts bobbing as her hands settled on hips.

  “Condoms?”

  “Drawer in the kitchen.”

  His smile widened. “Why are they in the kitchen?”

  Her shrug looked a little sheepish. “Because I’ve never opened them and that’s just where I stuck them.”

  “We need to crack that seal.”

  Before she could answer, he scooped her up into his arms and lifted her against his chest, startling a bark of laughter from her as he turned and walked toward the tiny kitchen to the left of the front door.

  “Which drawer?”

  She pointed and he stopped in front of the only three drawers he could see. Twisting in his arms, she reached for the top one and pulled it open. He didn’t see what she was doing because his gaze was locked onto her breasts. He’d never considered himself a breast man before. Sugar was changing his mind.

  Hell, Sugar could probably change his mind about a lot of things.

  And that probably wasn’t something he wanted to broadcast.

  “RJ.”

  His gaze lifted back to hers and caught her grin before she tried to hide it.

  “Mission accomplished.”

  He really liked this girl.

  “Not yet.”

  Her grin disappeared altogether, but that wasn’t a bad thing. Because all of a sudden, the atmosphere shifted from fun to deadly serious. They were naked and he had a raging hard-on and she had a box of condoms in her hand. An unopened box.

  “Open the box.”

  She blinked, like he’d surprised her. It took a second, but she finally tore off the plastic, opened the box…and pulled out at least ten condoms.

  “I guess we can start with these.”

  His laughter caught him off guard, though it shouldn’t have. He’d laughed more with this woman in the past hour than he had the past year.

  “I hope I can live up to your expectations.”

  She looked like she had something she wanted to say but was biting her tongue against it.

  “What?” he prompted.

  “I don’t need you to live up to my expectations. You already exceeded them.”

  The absolute truth in her tone stunned him for half a second. Then his lust came roaring back and he slammed his mouth back on hers and kissed her until he literally couldn’t breathe. Her bare skin against his body lit him on fire and he broke off the kiss so he could see to walk to the couch.

  He set her on her feet before he dropped onto the couch, leaned forward, and lifted her over his lap. Sugar didn’t say anything, her only response a quick intake of breat
h before her hands landed on his shoulders and her legs parted so her knees hit on either side of his thighs.

  “I think we’ll only need one for now.”

  She nodded, tore one off the strip, and threw the others over her shoulder. It would’ve been amusing if everything weren’t so urgent right now.

  His cock fairly vibrated, he was so hot for her. and when she tore open the packet, his balls tightened in warning. He had to consciously loosen his fingers at her waist, because he didn’t want to leave marks on her skin.

  His gaze locked on hers as she withdrew the condom. Even when she dropped her gaze so she could roll it down his cock, he watched her face. Her fair skin was flushed with heat and her teeth were lodged in her lower lip. Concentration made her brows draw together as her fingers smoothed the latex over his rock-hard cock.

  Her tentative movements didn’t register right away. He was enjoying the hell out of having her hand on the most sensitive part of his anatomy. But when she released him, he looked up to find her watching him.

  “Don’t stop.”

  She blinked. “What do you want me to do?”

  He thought about his answer for a second because now she looked a little uncertain. And he didn’t want there to be any uncertainty tonight.

  “Whatever you want.”

  Her head cocked to the side, as if she didn’t quite believe him.

  “I want you.”

  His heart twisted in his chest. “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere. Come closer.”

  She leaned forward, tentative now, her hands settling on his shoulders. He didn’t know what had happened, but he wasn’t going to let her lose her confidence now.

  Cupping her face in his hands, he rubbed his thumbs over her lips, their softness a tease he couldn’t resist. Drawing her even closer, he put his mouth over hers and devoured her.

  He slid his tongue between her lips and enticed her tongue to duel with his. She responded immediately, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her head tilted to the side so he could have easier access. The longer they kissed, the more he felt her soften. Scooting closer, he felt the heat of her pussy as she hovered over his cock. It would be so easy to just position his cock and settle her onto it and thrust until he got off. But he didn’t want to rush her. He wanted her with him for every step.

  So he let his hands smooth from her cheeks down her neck to her shoulders then down her back. Her body shifted beneath his hands, like a cat looking to be petted. She arched toward him, her breasts pressing against his upper chest.

  His right hand shot back up, cupping a breast and squeezing before pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her moan rocked him to his core, making lust race through his body like a flash flood.

  The hand on her hip tightened as he drew her closer, easing her down until the slick lips of her pussy settled against his erection. His cock pulsed at the contact, and he groaned into her mouth, his hand tightening on her breast before he forced his hand to relax.

  He didn’t want to hurt her. He was bigger and stronger, and she felt so small against him. But there was a part of him that urged him to continue, to take everything she was offering. He’d give her back what he could, though he wasn’t sure it’d be enough. He wasn’t sure he had it in him to give her anything but an orgasm at this point in his life.

  Which made him a dick.

  No, it made him like every other guy he knew who wanted sex without a relationship.

  Shoving aside those thoughts for now, he put his concentration back where it should be…on Sugar. Or more importantly, on making Sugar come.

  She’d started to rock against him, rubbing her sex against his cock, making his hips rise to meet hers. In a split second, control of the situation seemed to shift, giving her the power. Her hands slid into his hair and gripped the short strands, tugging to pull his head back and twisting her head so she could deepen the kiss.

  For several seconds, he let her take it. Let her rub against him, pull his hair, and press her breasts against his chest. Until he just couldn’t take it anymore.

  With a few quick movements, he released her breast, grabbed his cock, and tilted her hips until he had the tip of his cock positioned at the entrance to her body. He heard her soft gasp and felt her body still, although her lips were still pressed against his. Everything narrowed down to the sensation of his cock head poised to breach her.

  Lifting her head, she opened her eyes and looked into his.

  “Do it.”

  He hadn’t been waiting for her to say something. He figured they wouldn’t be here if she didn’t want him here. But hearing her say those words gave him a thrill like no other.

  She was giving him permission and he was going to take it farther than she’d ever been.

  Pulling her down, he watched her face as his cock stretched her open, sinking deeper as he let gravity do some of the work. She blinked as he held himself rigidly still then began to tilt and rock down his cock. It took every ounce of his control not to move and bury himself as deep as he could too fast. He wanted to be fucking her but he also just wanted to feel her wrapped around him, to soak in the sensation of her heat and the tight muscles of her pussy clenching around him.

  It wasn’t long but it felt like hours until she finally took him all in, to feel the short hair of her mound tease the base of his cock. To hear her breathing become faster and harder and see her eyelids lower until he could barely see her eyes.

  Her hands laced behind his neck and she released a soft little sigh when she finally had him completely encased. Then she leaned down and rested her forehead against his.

  “You need to move or I’m going to crawl out of my skin.”

  “I like where I am at the moment. You’re so damn tight. You feel amazing.”

  “So do you. But I need you to move.”

  “Go ahead. Take what you want.”

  She hesitated but only for a second. He had a split second to wonder if she was going to go shy on him again…and then she moved. She rolled her hips, just a slight motion that anyone watching might have missed.

  It blew RJ’s mind.

  “Ah fuck.”

  He clamped down on his first instinct to take over, watched as her eyes glazed over then shut as she continued to make those slow, almost hesitant moves. It was torture. It was heaven.

  Every sense heightened. He heard every breathy gasp, saw her teeth lodge in her bottom lip and worry it until he leaned forward and sucked it between his own lips before several seconds before letting it go again.

  Her hips rolled forward sharply, drawing a groan from him and sinking his fingers deeper into her skin. His cock pulsed, and now his hips lifted slightly, making her suck in a breath and rise with him.

  It didn’t take them long to find a rhythm because she’d already started one. He just joined in like they’d been practicing this for years. He thrust and she sank. He withdrew and she rose. Every motion caused his cock to harden more than it already was, more than he’d ever been before.

  His eyes tried to drift closed, but he wouldn’t let them. He wanted to watch her response, wanted to see how his every move affected her. When he thrust up, her lips parted to draw in air, and when he pulled away, she frowned, just a tiny little motion of her brows drawing together.

  He became fascinated by her response and moved hard, faster. Got a thrill from watching her that he’d never had before. Every little thing she did made him want more.

  She made him feel alive again. He chased that feeling.

  He followed her lead, let her set the pace. Slow and steady at first, she wound him up but provided no release. His desire spiked, hot and hard. His cock stiff as an iron pike, he soaked in her heat, let it seep into his blood and spread from his head to his toes.

  Her cheeks flushed and her hair messy around her face, he’d never seen a more erotic sight in his life.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard as s
he sank again and paused. Her breasts rose and fell with every agitated breath, drawing his gaze. Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth against each mound, then kissed his way up her neck to her mouth, where he let himself drown in her sweetness.

  When he drew back, her eyes stayed closed for several seconds before they opened slowly. Her expression held a carnal heat that hadn’t been there before, which totally flipped his switch.

  With one hand on her chin, he pulled her close and kissed her as his other arm wrapped around her waist to hold her tight. This kiss held a command that she immediately answered. He felt her surrender in the way her body melted into his, in the way she arched closer and took him just a tiny bit deeper.

  And then he took control.

  With his arm at her waist, he lifted her up then pushed her back down. Her pussy clenched around him, tight as a fist, demanding he give her more. Give her everything.

  The hand on her chin slid around to her nape so he could hold her steady while he kissed her. While he fucked her.

  Sugar made a sound low in her chest that reverberated through his body. He hadn’t thought he could get any more excited than he already was. He was wrong. He let instinct take over, let it guide his movements. But he couldn’t get enough leverage in this position.

  In a split second, he rose to his feet, still lodged deep in Sugar, and took them to the floor, Sugar still on top. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her shoulders, keeping her body tight against his.

  Deeper. Yes. That’s what he’d needed. In this position, he could get so deep inside her.

  He held her so tight, she wasn’t able to move. At first she squirmed, trying to match his pace, but finally, she gave in and let him control her completely.

  Every upward thrust, he heard her suck in a breath and realized he’d found the perfect angle. The base of his cock teased her clit every time. Her body began to tremble and finally, her pussy clenched around him as she began to come. The rhythm of her orgasm finally managed to push him over the edge, and he groaned as he came, the arm around her waist holding their hips together tight.