Page 41 of Lovesick (The Minnesota Mustangs #1)

Before I can scramble for my dignity, Merit slips my boxers down to my ankles impatiently, and my dick springs out to whack against my stomach with an ungodly amount of force.

The flushed head is ruddy as it juts out between us, prominent veins tracing the thick length like a trail of breadcrumbs to an ultimate detonation point.

The slit shamelessly oozes a milky pearl, which then drips onto the cold, rubber flooring.

Her eyes are twice their normal size, and she drags her finger through the coarse hairs at the root, then over the faint happy trail that extends to my navel.

She’s teasing me. I’m going to blow my load before I’m even inside her.

Merit is all feminine wiles and a deceptively innocent smile. “Have I ever told you how sexy your happy trail is?”

“No.” The single syllable word—which should, in theory, be feasible to say without sounding like a pussy-dumb idiot—somehow stutters out of my gaping mouth.

“Everything about you is so … fucking … sexy ,” she drawls, punctuating her unshakable enthusiasm with a kiss to my lower stomach, to the throbbing shaft of my cock, and finally, to the mushroomed head that’s been glossed in viscous arousal.

I’m going to keel over. There are fire ants crawling all over my body, and every time I try to itch their poison away, the red, blistered skin sloughs off between my fingernails. I can’t take this anymore.

“I could listen to you compliment me all day, but I’m starving for that perfect pussy. And I’m gonna make good on pumping you full of my cum so your dad knows just how dirty his little girl is.”

I slide her soaked panties down, revealing the most beautiful cunt in existence, red and swollen and drooling from neglect.

While she situates herself to take my cock—spreading her legs impossibly wide—I drag the blunt tip through the thin film of our combined desire, testing the give of her pussy.

Her entrance dilates from the slightest bit of pressure.

I fling my hand out against the glass to steel myself, and I rut my hips into her, slowly sheathing the head of my cock into that tight ring of muscle. She flutters, adapting to the size of my girth with a stunted cry, tears wallowing in the corners of her eyes.

“Fuck,” I grunt, sieving through the pain as I submerge myself halfway .

Merit scowls at me. “Hurry up.”

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? I’m taking my sweet time with you, Princess. Let me sink into heaven, and let me savor each fucking second.”

Even as I impale her on my dick, she still banters with fleeting breath.

“I’m surprised you even fit the first time.”

“I’m not. You stretched around me pretty effortlessly. Might even think you liked me all the way back then,” I taunt, sliding in another inch as a rush of wet warmth envelops me, a lewd squelch reverberating throughout the rink like a gunshot.

“I liked your cock. Big difference.”

“Yeah? Then you’re really going to like what I do next.”

With desire rippling in my belly, I finally stuff her full, watching as her face contorts in pure bliss, my cock bumping against her cervix.

She’s already trying to suck me deeper despite neither of us moving, and I’m not sure if I’m going to get the timid, obedient version of her or the demanding one.

A pornographic moan slithers out of her lips. “Fuck, I forgot how good you felt.”

“I’ll make sure you remember,” I promise, starting a steady rocking motion with my hips and bullying my dick inside soft, pliable tissue.

Stroke after punishing stroke, I don’t have the patience in me to go slow. My ball sack slaps against her ass, and we jostle the entire bench with the movement, fogging up the glass from the shared heat of our bodies and breath.

I feel like I’m overdosing on euphoria every time she squeezes my cock, mutters my name like a mantra under her breath, gushes into the suction we’ve created.

My mind is completely swamped with oxytocin, and judging by the greedy way her cunt pulses in pursuit of an orgasm, it won’t take long before every hormone is streamlining into my bloodstream.

Since there’s nothing for her to hang on to, her hands claw at my upper back, carving into my skin with a smarting sting.

We’re nearly chest to chest. She dares me to look into her eyes while I pummel my dick inside her—dares me to watch every rapturous twitch in her expression from the way I dance around her G-spot, dangling a reprieve in front of her just to tear it away at the last second.

“Crew,” she whimpers, her legs beginning to shake from the overstimulation. “It feels so good. Oh, God.”

“I know, baby. I’m right here.”

I lower my head to her neck, breathing her in and rewarding her with a kiss that flourishes over her clammy skin.

With each minute that crawls by, my stamina is closer to fizzling out, but my thrusts remain consistent.

I exploit the endless, guttural moans that tumble from her mouth, my ass cheeks clenching every time I stimulate a pleasure-pain meteor shower of friction.

My tone is darkened with a possessiveness that’s somewhat alarming, but it’s second nature for me to figuratively clamp my teeth down on her delicate throat and shake until she goes limp.

“Look at how well you take this giant cock. This greedy pussy belongs to me. I’m the only one who’s ever going to make you come.

I’m the only one who gets to see you like this—spread open and dripping. ”

She gasps. “That’s a pretty big commitment.”

I gather the courage to make eye contact with her again. “You’re a commitment kind of girl, Merit. You’re not just some random hookup. You’re more than that to me—you always have been.”

There’s a glassy finish over her eyes, and I can’t tell if her tears are from the exertion or my admission.

She falters—a testament to my prowess—and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “Stop with the sweet-talking. Fuck me so hard it hurts.”

“How about I fuck this attitude right out of you instead? ”

I piston inside her rough enough to make her back slam against the glass and for tears to stream down her cheeks, but she never asks me to go slower. Something hot festers behind my navel, searching for a release that I’m desperately trying to elongate.

My vision tunnels while my emotions swing to the highest peak before crashing back down to the ground. My nerves are buzzing, sweat is sluicing down my chest, and I’m tingling with a dizziness that compresses my brain like a lemon in a citrus press.

Another prod of my cock. “You drive me so crazy. You don’t even know the extent of the things you do to me.”

“Show me,” she commands. “Show me what I do to you.”

“Wrap your legs around me. Let me hear you scream. If I can’t have you in public, I’m taking you in private. Every. Single. Time.”

Merit’s pussy constricts around my straining shaft in silent acquiescence. She does as I say without protest, hooking her legs around the width of my torso. “I don’t know if I can take anymore.”

“Yes, you can, and you’re going to like it. You’re gonna squirt all over my hungry cock just like you did the night we first met. Remember how responsive you were, Princess? Shit, I think you’re even wetter this time around. So wet, so impatient.”

She’s almost there; I’m almost there. I’ve dreamed of falling apart with her like this.

“I want to come. Please. Please let me come,” she cries.

“Only good cum sluts get to come,” I growl lowly, grinding my hips into her, nuzzling my face between her lace-covered breasts. I nip at her nipple, catching it between my teeth before letting it go. “And I think you’ve been pretty mouthy.”

“No—no. I’m begging you. Paint my walls in cum, use me, do whatever you want to me. I’ll be your good little cum slut, I promise. ”

I press a series of kisses to her tits. “There we go. Not so hard to admit, was it? I’ll never deny you, Merit. Ever .”

“Claim every inch of me as yours, Crew. I want you to leave such a deep imprint that I can feel you even when you’re not inside me. Mark your territory. Let everyone know Coach’s daughter is getting railed by the best dick on the hockey team.”

Is it embarrassing that I come before she does? I don’t know, but I do, and it’s pretty much the equivalent of a firehose. I squirt plentiful jets inside her, emptying my balls and filling her pussy just like I promised, warmth quick to coddle every erogenous zone on my deflating cock.

Merit orgasms a second afterwards, adding to the overflow of arousal that now steadily drips from the seam of her cunt. It’s going to be hell to clean up before practice tomorrow, but it’s so worth it.

Panting and spent, I collapse on top of her without giving her my full weight, wanting to stay inside her pussy for as long as possible. Liquid dribbles around the plug of my cock, puddling onto the poor, mistreated bench beneath us. I’ll never be able to look at it the same way again.

“Shit, that was incredible. I’ve never felt so full before,” she says, stroking the back of my head like I’m some giant puppy that’s fallen into her lap.

“Mmm, don’t say that,” I mumble against her neck, hugging her tight, filing this memory under my folder of favorites—which, to no surprise, has been overrun by every thought and feeling in her name. It goes without saying that there’s a lot of them.

Her chest seizes with a laugh. “Why not?”

“Because you’re already making me hard again.”

She squirms around, which only makes my dick fatten with blood. It displaces some of our leftover cum, pushing it out beneath us into an already-congealing pool.

“Again? Don’t these things have a cool-off period? ”

“Have you seen yourself? That doesn’t exist when it comes to you.”

I don’t care if we go for a second round or not. I just like being here with her—away from the chaos of the world.

Merit leans forward to swipe two fingers through the mess we’ve made, holding them to the crease of my lips and demanding entry. I suck her digits into my mouth, slurping every last drop up and loving the syrupy secretion that clings to the underside of my tongue.

A smile lifts her cheeks. “Then I guess we’re just going to have to take care of that, won’t we?”

Music to any guy’s ears, except worry is a positive feedback loop in my head. As much as my body pleads for me to stop thinking so much and expend that energy elsewhere, I can’t. I slip out of her, praying that my dick will start to soften soon.

Rolling off her, I press my back against the glass. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? You know, with…”

Offended, she lets out a little growl. “With what?”

I know I should sugarcoat my next set of words, but I’m kind of late to the coating. “We were skating, and then we were fucking, and it’s just a lot of vigorous activity in a short span of time.”

“Are you serious right now? I can handle it,” she insists indignantly, hurt reflected in her salt-stung eyes. Hurt that has been buried so deeply it was only a matter of time before it oxidized on the surface.

Shit. Wrong thing to say.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “No, I know. It’s not that. I just meant?—”

Merit dodges our mess and bends forward to grab her underwear. “You know what? Maybe I should get back home before my parents notice.”

I was just worried about her. I’m allowed to worry, aren’t I? Should I have not said anything? And then seem like an asshole who doesn’t care about her health?

She starts to get dressed before I can say anything, angrily pulling on her thong and then hop-stepping into her sweatpants.

She doesn’t even look at me. In fact, after she dons her shirt and refuses my hoodie, she waits for me outside because she can’t stand to be within the same five square feet of me.

If I wasn’t her ride and it wasn’t raining, she’d probably walk all the way home.

I throw my head back with a groan.

What have I just done?