Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain

Anne-Marie’s P.O.V

I’ve never done anything like this before. Never lived so recklessly and free from worry in my life. But that’s exactly what I’m doing right now: rocking my hips and grinding on the hottie behind me. He grips my hips with both hands as I bend over, keeping me close and aware of what I’m doing to him. Perspiration pricks my skin. My fingers dig into my hair, raising the mass of ginger curls. His fingers slide up my body to pull me back up, and heat licks down my spine. 

With a soft sigh, I lean into him again and start to body roll. He bands my stomach with both of his palms and rolls against me, bumping and syncing with my groove. His breath is hot on my right ear before I feel his lips close on it. My lips part to drag in a breath. Then his left hand slides lower to where my tiny shorts end, cold fingers brushing my skin. 

Hungry for more heat, I turn around, and our eyes meet again. Though drunk, I see him clearly. His eyes are fierce and passionate; they drop to my sheer top that sticks to my body like skin; only nipple covers conceal me. His lips curve into a sinful smile as he wraps his strong arms possessively around my waist, pulling me into his warmth.

My head tips upward so I can measure his gaze. I throw my arms around his neck and bring my parted lips before his, exhaling in his face.

“What do you want tonight?” He breathes with a smile, still swaying with me. 

Lashes fluttering, I inhale whiskey and whisper, “You.”

“I’m right here.”

I press my softness against his chest, letting the heat consume me from within. And I utter words I never thought I’d say in my life: “I want you… inside of me…”

He lets out a tiny laugh, finally brushing my lips with his. “At your service, Ma’am.”

I kiss him. My bottom lip stays stuck between his in a slow, slippery slide. I close my eyes, locking my arms tight behind his neck as I move my knees too close. My entire body sizzles with burning flames. He snatches my mouth, kissing back softly, ridding me of all my gloss and inhibitions.

Everything is forgotten.

Exactly what I need.

He pulls back, blinking in slow motion, and looking down into my green eyes. My chest is pounding, fluttering.

“Get your things,” he mouths.

I turn my head in the direction of our booth, only to see Beatrice approaching us with a grin. 

“Here you go,” she shouts above the loud music, hanging my small brown purse over my shoulder. Blue-eyed gorgeousness takes it from her. She smiles and says, “Take care of her.”

“She’s in good hands.” His deep voice is like wine as he finds my left hand. He turns toward his buddies and jerks his head slightly at them. They clap and throw fists at him. 

“You really found your d***,” Beatrice whispers to me, giving me a thumbs-up only I can see. I shake my head; it’s heavy and floaty.

Then he turns to Beatrice. “Your phone, please.”

She takes it out without thinking, unlocks it, and hands it to him.

He types in it, then returns it. “That’s my number. Call me if you think she’s missing… I might keep her with me for long.”

My eyes flicker to his as I’m rendered breathless.

“Got it,” Beatrice says and fades.

Next thing I know, we’re in the backseat of a dark G-Wagon that smells like the ice rink and his cologne, kissing slowly. His left hand is on my stomach, his thumb keeps brushing the soft swell of my chest.

It’s been years since I’ve kissed anyone. I melt like butter, shifting closer and closer as his tongue brushes mine. He brings his hand to my face, brushing hair from it. And he whispers, “You’ve got gorgeous hair.”

“Thank you,”

“What’s your name?”

I shake my head. “No name… This is just for tonight.”

After tonight, I have to face reality.

“Just for tonight,” he reaffirms, yet with uncertainty in his voice. But he moves his mouth to the skin beneath my right ear, breaking me into powder; I unravel like a pack of cards, grabbing his hand and putting it against my chest. He rubs my chest, and it burns.

I release a deep sigh, eager to be in the privacy of wherever he’s taking me.

“So, what do I call you?”

“Anything…” I breathe, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He smells too divine.

“Ariel?”

“Mmm-mm,” I shake my head.

“Little mermaid?” He asks with a smile as he reaches for my hip, pulling me into his lap.

“No… I’m not little… and I don’t have a tail…” I hold his face, sliding to fit him, my thighs straddling his hips. “Call me… Princess… I wanna be someone’s princess…”

“Okay, Princess,” he agrees and snatches my lips again, gently guiding my hips as we grind. His breath deepens. I moan softly, my fingers gripping his varsity jacket to pull him closer.

“And what will you call me?”

“Champ,” I utter without thinking, kissing him on the neck. “Champion… You look like one.”

“Champion,” he tests the word on his soft lips, chuckling so beautifully; it’s like music. “I like it… I’m your Champ for tonight… and you’re my Princess.”

I nod. And we keep going. I’m aroused and awoken, ready for what my champion can do.

*****

With a key card, he unlocks the door to a hotel suite and strolls in with me, hand firm around mine. It’s an outrageously expensive hotel that I can only dream of entering. But he’s occupying a suite here.

The door shuts, and he turns to me, holds my face; I grip his clothes, and he finds my lips with wildfire. 

He withdraws and pulls his jacket, flinging it across somewhere, then he drops my purse on a nearby sofa. I pause to plaster my hands on his hard chest. His navy top clings to his contours. Under these warm lights, he’s even more beautiful. His icy blue eyes sparkle as he holds my gaze. His nose sits in the middle of his face like artwork. His lips are swollen and colored from our kissing.

My heart races unguardedly at what I know is about to happen—sex with a complete stranger. An insanely stupid thing to do, but I’m doing it. I really am. 

I slide my hands to where his top meets his jeans. Breath shaky, my fingers curl around the fabric and slowly peel it over his body. Heat creeps up my neck. My tongue glides on my lip at what I stare at—his rock-solid body, sculpted finely, abs – six of them, bruises that make me want to hug him. But I just stare and pull the top over his head.

He drops his hand and takes the top from me, then flings it. I touch him again, sliding my hands to the darkened bruises on his ribs.

“Did you get into a fight?” I murmur when he pulls me close.

“No. Hockey.”

My eyes flicker up to his intense gaze. My head fills with questions, but it’s just one night. Only tonight. And I’ll never see him again.

I don’t like hockey players, but this one has started pulling off my top. I lift my hands, allowing him to peel the sheer thing off my skin. He drops it to the ground, eyes already glued to my chest.

Intoxicated and not thinking, I keep my eyes on him and slowly peel off my nipple covers. He grabs me smoothly, plastering me against his bare chest. My breath hitches from the burn of skin against skin. He picks me up; I grip his face and hook my legs around his waist as we begin kissing again, deeply, hungrily.

He moves further inside the suite. I work my lips and kiss like it’s my last. He’s fast and passionate, devouring my mouth, my neck, my collarbone. 

My back touches the soft gigantic bed, and he snatches one of my girls in his mouth. My moan floats melodiously. He unzips my shorts. I keep my fingers in his hair and move against the bed as he drags it down my legs. Then he stops to untie the satin straps of my shoes. I watch him, my pulse pounding chaotically.

When he wraps his arms around me again, my thighs brush against his. He’s only in briefs and white socks. I’m scooped off the bed onto his chest. His hands cover my butt completely. We keep kissing, moving, drowning in the seas of pleasure. Until it’s that time.

I’m naked. He’s naked and protected. It’s hot. We’re panting and sweating. My body ricochets hard from the feel of him, shaking me to my core. Every muscle in my body breaks up and clenches. A throaty gasp spews out of me. My nails dig deep into his skin as I sink my head into the pillow. In between pain and pleasure-filled moans, I voice out a tiny sound:

“It’s my first time.”