Chapter 105 Your Pussy Is Therapy
TRINA'S POV
I couldn't believe I was doing this.
Fucking Christ.
My bag felt like lead as I clutched the straps, my heart pounding as I walked into the empty rink, the sound of skate shoes against ice loud.
My gaze darted around the fully geared players skating through, their stickers hitting and sliding the puck across the ice while the coach watched from the sidelines.
My gaze fell on the hunched figure on the sidelines, dark hair falling into his face.
There he was.
My heart was racing as I realized as I was the odd one out in the dimly lit stadium. Walking briskly, I went up to him and tapped him lightly.
“Hey…” I smiled warmly at him, watching as he turned around and broke into a huge grin.
“Was beginning to think you wouldn't show up,” he muttered, pulling me down into the seat beside his.
My heart flipped at the gesture and I scooted closer to him. “How could I possibly not honor your request?” I joked.
He leaned closer, his voice barely audible over the sound of skates. “I think you just want me to fuck you again.”
My eyes widened and I turned to him, pushing his shoulder lightly. “Fuck you.”
Okay, maybe he wasn't wrong. I couldn't sleep last night. I kept tossing and turning.
“Ouch…” he winced, a grin still on his shoulder. “But don't worry, I'd happily do it again.”
He leaned closer, fingers skimming under my plaid skirt, brushing over my inner thigh while I shuddered, panic crossing my face as I realized we were in front of his team. Maybe they weren't paying any attention to us. But stillㅡ
“Oi, Jax. Didn't say you were bringing a guest.” A loud voice made me snap out of my thoughts to see the coach looking at both of us, hands on his hips.
My heart lurched, knowing that Jaxon’s hand remained under my skirt, fingers now brushing over my panties. “It's my therapist, coach. Just wanted to have a good time watching the practice.”
I shuddered, having to shut my eyes as his fingers brushed over my clit. “Oh my god…” I muttered under my breath, my cheeks flaming as he leaned forward, pushing my panties aside and using his thumb to rub at my swollen and dripping nub.
The coach frowned, clearly not seeing from our waist below because of the spectator glass hid our lower halves. “Are you okay?”
I forced a shaky smile, my lips twitching as I clenched my thighs together. “Yeahㅡ”
He suddenly removed his fingers and I almost moaned at the loss of contact. “She's fine. Just tired. Long shift at the hospital.” Jaxon offered to the coach who needed and turned back to the players who were still practicing passes.
As soon as the man turned around, I whipped my neck to look at Jaxon. “Are you fucking crazy?” I hissed.
He smirked, raising his glistening fingers slightly before wrapping his tongue around it.
Ohㅡ
My cheeks flushed and I looked around, but thankfully, no one was watching us.