Off-Ice Collision: Chapter 15

I pull London into my lap and I feel the raft beneath us begin to slip out from under my body. If I don’t get the two of us on the boat, we’re both going to sink to the darkest depths of the lake. And I’m not sure I would ever want to come up from that. I could spend an eternity wrapped up in London Hayes and never be worried about breaking through the surface again.

Holding London in my arms, she wraps her legs around my waist and I kick my legs to push us through the water. She giggles against my lips as she notices me struggling, the water is far too deep and we’re left with no choice but to actually swim back to the boat. We break apart and I grab London’s hand before pulling her through the water with me.

“What about the rafts?” she asks me as we make our way around the back of the boat.

I don’t bother looking back as I pull her in front of me and push her toward the ladder. She glances back at me and I give a swift shake of my head. “Fuck it. Leave them.”

London doesn’t say another word as she climbs onto the boat. My leg screams in protest as I hoist myself up and begin to climb up the ladder after her. Her ass is in my face, the water dripping down her legs, and my cock is as hard as rock in my swimming trunks. She makes her way onto the boat and I’m directly behind her.

As her feet hit the deck, she turns around to face me. I can’t control myself and my feet move involuntarily as I enter her space. My arms go around her waist, pulling her body flush against mine. The top of her bathing suit is cold and wet as her breasts crush against my torso. There’s at least a foot in height difference between us and I need to get her on her back, laying down so I can properly explore every inch of her skin.

I claim her mouth with my own and she pushes her fingers through my hair, gripping it tightly against my scalp. Sliding my hands down to her ass, I lift her into the air and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist as I hoist her into my arms.

There’s a bed downstairs where the bedroom part of the boat is, but I’m not wasting any time. I could take her down there and be a gentleman and fuck her in the bed, but there’s a bench right here. Hell, I’d take her on the fucking floor if she would let me. I don’t care where it happens, I just know that I need to have her now.

This has been building since we were fucking teenagers, although I never let myself cross that line. She was just a friend and I wasn’t going to ruin the friendship we had. So much has changed in the past few years and I don’t give a shit about any of that anymore. If anything, it’s like our friendship is a thing of the past. We grew apart and now we’re coming back to each other.

Perhaps it’s fate or just a coincidence. Either way, we’re both here for the summer and I don’t plan on letting any of that time go to waste again. London has made it clear that she’s feeling the same way I am, so I’m not letting her get away from me this time.

I sat back and watched the other guys who dated her. They can all go to hell now. After I have this girl, I’m going to make sure she’s mine and that everyone in the entire universe knows that fact.

I walk both of us toward one of the bench seats and I lay London down on it, following after her. Her hands are still in my hair, her tongue tangled with mine as she presses her pussy against my waist. Stealing the oxygen from her lungs, I continue to kiss her like my life depends on it and slide my hands down to her ass.

Her skin is damp and cool from the lake water as I run my hands along her thighs. Gripping her flesh, I move her legs away from my waist as I press her against the bench seat. She moans into my mouth and my cock throbs with a need that I’ve never felt before.

I haven’t been with anyone in the past two years since my accident. Sex was the last thing on my mind. Sure, I may have jerked off a time or two because I was looking for any release of serotonin that might help me. No one held my interest long enough to even entertain the idea of sliding my dick inside of them… until London Hayes walked back into my life.

Now, I feel like a goddamn schoolboy, like I’m about to come in my pants before I’m even sliding inside her.

Settling in between her legs, I run my hands back up her torso, feeling her slick skin beneath my palms. She lifts her hips, pressing against me, and I grab her thighs, pinning her back down. London tightens her grip on my hair and tugs, but I simply smile against her lips as I slide my tongue against hers.

Pulling my lips away from hers, I begin to trail them along her jawline and down her neck. London’s fingers slide from my hair and she’s holding on to my shoulders as I begin my descent down her body. I pause when I reach her chest and slide my hands up her body before pushing the material of her bikini top away from her breasts.

She moans softly as I suck her nipple in between my lips. Swirling my tongue around her pebbled flesh, I hold the other firmly in my hand before giving it the attention it deserves. She fits perfectly in my palm and I can feel her coming apart at the seams as she wiggles underneath me. As she attempts to push her hips up, I press down with my body and continue to pin her down.

“Goddammit, Vaughn,” she groans as she moves underneath me. “Stop fucking teasing me already.”

Lifting my head, a smirk pulls on my lips as I meet her fiery gaze. The flames burning deep inside her irises threaten to burn me alive. “You get to come when I tell you that you can,” I murmur as I dip my mouth back down to her flesh.

Abandoning her breasts, I continue to lick and suck my way down her body. I move my hands along with my mouth, memorizing every inch of her skin until I’m reaching the apex of her thighs. Hooking my fingers underneath the strings of her bikini, I allow her to lift her hips as I slide her swimsuit bottoms away from her, dragging them down her legs. As I reach her feet, I pull them off and drop the piece of her bathing suit to the floor of the boat.

Rising to my feet, I stand there, staring down at the beautiful girl spread out for me. She’s a disheveled mess with her breasts pulled out of the top of her bikini. There’s nothing shielding her pussy from my gaze and she shifts underneath my watchful eyes as I scan her from top to bottom. She’s breathless as her chest rises and falls in rapid succession and when my eyes meet hers, I know she’s done waiting.

She challenges me with her eyes as she lifts her hand, sliding it down her torso until she reaches between her legs. My cock throbs as I watch her play with her own pussy, her gaze never leaving mine.

“If you’re not going to do it, then someone has to,” she murmurs as the flames in her hazel eyes glimmer under the sunlight. I’m so lost in the moment, in the sight of her playing with herself and the way she’s looking at me. I want her pleasure. I want all of her.

I can’t fight the growl that rumbles in my chest and I bend down, hooking my arms under her legs as I drag her to the end of the bench seat. A yelp escapes her and I grab her wrist before pulling it away from her body. I pin her hand down, my eyes meeting hers as I drag my tongue along her pussy.

“The only person who gets to touch you is me.”

London stares back at me and her lips part slightly as a ragged breath escapes her. I half expect her to argue back with me but she doesn’t. Instead, she bites down on her bottom lip and nods. Satisfaction spreads through my body, mixing with the warmth of lust, and I dive back in.

Running my tongue along her, I suck and taste and lick and tease her until she’s quite literally coming apart underneath me. Circling her clit, I focus my attention on the most sensitive part of her body as I slide a finger inside her tight pussy. She’s soaked and she clenches around my finger, a moan escaping her as I begin to pump it in and out of her.

I roll my tongue over her clit with skill precision as I fuck her with my finger. London’s hands are back in my hair and her hips buck against my face as I apply more pressure to her pebbled flesh. I work my mouth over her, stroking her insides simultaneously.

“Come for me, baby,” I murmur against her pussy lips. “I want to taste you coming on my tongue. I want to taste what belongs to me and no one else.”

London tightens her grip on my hair and I can tell how close she is. Pumping my fingers in and out of her, I continue to move my tongue against her clit until I’m pushing her past the brink of ecstasy.

London shatters into a million pieces. She cries out, her orgasm tearing through her body as her legs begin to shake. She writhes underneath me, her thighs attempting to clamp the sides of my head, but I keep them pinned down with my arms. She rides out her high, clenching around my fingers as she completely loses herself.

The waves of pleasure ripple through her body and I slowly pull my fingers from her as I lift my face away from her sweet pussy. Her eyelids are heavy as she slowly opens them and her eyes are glazed over from the euphoric state she’s still in.

“Oh my god,” she lets out a breath, her face flushed. “That was something else.”

A ghost of a smile plays on my lips as I climb onto the bench and hover above her.

“You can call me God all you want, baby,” I tell her as I stare down at her. “Because I have every intention of taking you to heaven.”