SWNOVELS Off-Ice Collision: Chapter 19
The sun has already set as we ride across the lake through the darkness of the night. I don’t bother turning on the headlights, using the full moon above to guide our way. It’s a little reckless, but since it’s the middle of the week, there is barely any traffic on the water. With one arm wrapped tightly around London’s waist, my other hand grips the steering wheel.
Her body warms mine and having her on my lap just feels right. As if it’s exactly where she belongs. I don’t know what she’s doing to me, but I’m not quite sure I want any of it to stop.
I lied when I told her I wasn’t avoiding her. Sure, I was tired and exhausted and just wanted to relax in the evenings, but I was also trying to give myself some sense of space. She was already under my skin and she was weaving herself through my soul. She had crawled inside my heart and the thought of her making it her home scared the shit out of me.
When I was in high school, every relationship I had was fleeting. I never wanted to be tied down or have any long-term attachments. This is different with London. I’m not in the place to get involved with someone emotionally and have a relationship, but the thought of her not being around hurts.
It won’t be long before summer comes to an end and she has to go back to her other life.
Slowing down the boat, I let it practically drift up to the dock and into its respective place. I kill the engine and sit there for a moment, reveling in the feeling of London still on my lap. She goes to move, but I tighten my grip around her waist.
“Not yet,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. My eyelids fall shut as I inhale the faint scent of her floral scented perfume. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
London turns around in my lap, swinging her leg around as she straddles me. Her hands slide across the back of my neck like silk. “No one said you have to let me go.”
I stare up at her, the moonlight hitting her golden-colored eyes. “Stay with me tonight.”
Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine as she falls silent. She slides her fingers through my hair, gently massaging my scalp with her fingertips. A groan escapes me and I fight against the euphoric feeling to keep my eyes open.
“You want me to spend the night?”
I nod. “I want you in my bed tonight instead of your own.” Lifting my hands, I cup the sides of her face. Her skin is soft beneath my fingertips as I run my thumbs across her cheeks. “Stay with me, baby.”
“Okay,” she breathes. I pull her face down to mine, slowly claiming her mouth with my own. Her lips are soft against mine and I kiss her with a slow tenderness. It’s a stark contrast to how things have been between us. Every touch is like a shock of electricity. Desire fuels the fire inside us, but I’m not in any rush.
The boat shifts beneath us and we break apart, coming up for air. I would gladly sink into the depths of London and never come up for air again.
“Shit,” I mutter as I notice that the boat is beginning to float away from the dock. “Let’s get this thing docked and go inside.”
London nods as she climbs off my lap. I immediately notice her absence and hate it, even though she’s only a few feet away from me. We work together to get the boat back inside and I secure it to the dock before we both climb out. London waits beside me as I press the button to lift the boat up out of the water.
Turning around to face her, I slide my hand into hers and lace our fingers together. She holds on tightly as I lead her across the lawn and up the stairs to our back deck. The lights are on in her house and I swear I see her brother looking out the window as we walk up to my back door.
Fuck him. I dare him to say something about it.
The living room is dark as we walk into the house. My parents aren’t supposed to be coming until Friday evening, so we have the house to ourselves tonight. There isn’t a single person to worry about and I plan on fucking London on every surface in this goddamn place.
“I should text my mom and tell her that I won’t be home tonight,” London tells me as I flick on the lights. I slide the dimmer down so there’s just enough light for us to find our way through the house but dim enough that it isn’t like a spotlight shining on us.
“Where are you going to tell her that you are?”
London shrugs. “I don’t know. She knew I was going out with you, so I think she’ll probably assume I’m staying here if I don’t tell her somewhere.”
“Do you not want her to know you’re staying here?” I ask, tilting my head to the side as I peer down at her.
London’s hazel eyes bounce back and forth between mine. “Do you not want me to tell her that?”
A smile tugs on the corners of my lips and I step into her space, brushing a stray hair away from her face. “I don’t care what you tell her. I don’t care if anyone knows that you’re in my bed tonight. That’s your call, baby.”
“Then I’m going to tell her the truth.”
Rolling my bottom lip between my teeth, I nod. “Good.”
London pulls her phone out from her bag and I step away as she taps on the screen. Walking over to the wet bar, I pour both of us a drink before I walk over to her. London’s shutting off her phone as I reach her and she drops it back into her bag before tossing it onto the couch.
She takes the glass from me and slowly sips the champagne from the flute. “Champagne?” She raises an eyebrow at me. “What’s the occasion?”
Stepping back into her space, I wrap my arm around her lower back, pulling her body flush against mine. “Well, I just so happen to have a beautiful girl staying with me tonight. I think you’re more than worth celebrating, no?”
London smiles up at me and the sight alone is enough to warm my heart. Holding the glass in one hand, I dip my face down to hers, capturing her lips with mine. She tastes like champagne and I want to drink from her until she runs dry.
Lifting her arms, she links them behind my neck, still holding her flute in one hand. I run my tongue along the seam of her lips and London instantly parts them, letting me in. Our tongues tangle together and I slowly back her up until we’re reaching the massive sectional couch.
Releasing her, I take a step away before I slide my hand back into hers. “Not here,” I murmur as I begin to lead her deeper into the darkness of the house. “I want you in my bed tonight.”
London follows after me, not objecting to my proposition. I leave the lights off as we begin to walk up the stairs. It’s a little difficult to see, but thankfully all the windows in the house let in the light from the moon outside. It lights up the hall enough for us to make it to my bedroom without any issues.
I lead London into my room and push the door shut behind her. She turns to face me and I grab the glass of champagne from her, setting it down on the desk with mine. Moonlight casts itself through my window and lands on her face as she looks up at me.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, my voice soft as I close the space between us.
London’s hazel eyes bounce back and forth between mine. She takes a step back and I tilt my head to the side, a little perplexed but curious. I watch her as she slides her hands under the straps of her dress. She pushes them down her shoulders and her dress drops to the floor, pooling around her feet. My breath catches in my throat and she slides her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra.
Piece by piece, she strips herself until she’s completely naked, standing directly in front of me. My cock is already hard, but that doesn’t even matter. As I stand here and stare at her, I cannot take my eyes away from her. She looks even more beautiful under the moonlight and I want to get lost in her.
London is the one who closes the distance between us now, pushing her body flush against mine as she slides her hands along the sides of my face. Cupping my cheeks, she pulls herself onto her tiptoes as she simultaneously pulls my face down to hers.
My hands find her hips just as our mouths collide. She takes control, her tongue sliding against the seam of my lips. Parting them, I let her in and drink her up. She tastes like champagne and I want more of her.
I want it all.
My fingertips dig into her flesh as I back her toward my bed. I don’t stop moving until she’s on her back, spread out on the mattress for me to devour. Wasting no time, I strip out of my clothes and abandon them on the floor before I climb onto the bed with her. Hovering over her, I stare down into her eyes, wondering if her pussy tastes like champagne too.
I’m about to start making my way down her body when she hooks her legs around my waist and holds me in place. Tilting my head to the side, I raise an eyebrow at her. London shakes her head at me, pulling my hips closer to her body until the tip of my cock is pressing against her center.
“You think you’re in control right now?” I question her, a smirk playing on my lips. “What if I told you that you’re not?”
London narrows her eyes at me. “What if I told you to stop talking and fuck me?”
“Is that what you want?” I ask, dipping my face down to hers as I pull her bottom lip between my teeth. London exhales sharply as I bite down, leaving crescent-shaped marks in her flesh. “Aren’t you going to let me taste that sweet pussy first?”
London shakes her head, a ragged sigh escaping her as I run my tongue over the marks I left in her lip. “No. There will be time for that another time. Right now, I want you inside me, fucking me hard and deep.”
With one swift movement, I thrust my cock deep inside her. She’s wet and ready for me, taking every inch of my length as she moans loudly. She wants it hard so I have every intention of giving her everything she wants right now. Pushing off the bed beside her head, I position myself on my knees between her thighs and ignore the throbbing pain in my leg.
London releases her grip around me with her legs and I grab both of her ankles, straightening her legs as I pull her feet up to either side of my head. London stares up at me and I melt in the pools of honey in her irises. She hooks her ankles around the back of my neck, lifting her ass off the bed.
Sliding my hands underneath her, I grip her ass cheeks as I hold her in place and slam into her again. London’s eyes practically roll to the back of her head. I continue to thrust into her with every ounce of energy that I have.
“You take my cock so well,” I murmur, bringing one hand up to her clit as I grip her ass with my other. “Such a good fucking girl.”
“Don’t stop,” she breathes, her eyes glazed over as she stares up at me through her eyelashes. I roll my thumb across her clit and her hips buck involuntarily.
I can’t fight the smirk of satisfaction that plays on my lips. Pressing down on her clit with my thumb, I roll it in a circular motion as I continue to stroke her insides with the length of my cock. London lifts her arms up, gripping the sheets above her head. I watch her tits as they move back and forth from the force of my thrusts.
It doesn’t take long before her pussy begins to clench around me, tightening like a vise grip. She sucks me in and out as I continue to piston my hips. My balls tighten, drawing closer to my body as I feel my own release building. We’re both climbing toward the top, but one last movement of my thumb sends London falling over the edge.
“Oh, Vaughn,” she moans loudly. I don’t stop as I continue to work my fingers against her while I keep pounding into her pussy.
“I love hearing you moan my name, but I want to hear you scream it.”
London’s a mess of moans, her body writhing against mine, but I don’t stop. I slam into her harder and she inhales sharply, her face screwing up. The warmth is spreading through my body and I’m so fucking close.
“Vaughn!” She screams my name before another moan escapes her as she continues to shatter into a million pieces. That’s all it takes to send me falling over the edge with her. We’re free falling into the abyss of ecstasy together.
I slow down the movements of my hips, filling her with my cum before I pull out and lower her onto the bed. London’s breathless, her chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. Riding my high, it feels like I’m floating above the floor as I quickly slip into the bathroom connected to my room.
London is still lying exactly where I left her on the bed. Using the warm washcloth that I brought back, I clean her up and grab the blankets that ended up on the floor and pull them back onto the bed. Flopping down onto my back, I slide my arm under London’s neck and pull her close to me until her body is flush against my side.
She rests her head against my shoulder, draping one leg across mine, and her delicate arm wraps around my waist. Her eyes are shut, but the look of bliss on her face warms my insides. Brushing her hair away from her face, I press my lips to her forehead and hold her tightly against me, reveling in every fucking piece of her.
This is a dream I never want to wake up from.