OFF LIMITS

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - I Hate Hockey

KAT

I'm so warm right now. I always wake up freezing cold.

It's actually funny to think that I've spent most of my life gliding on ice, but I can't really stand the cold all that well.

Being Mack's little spoon is the best thing to wake up to. He sleeps so hot, it's like sleeping with a furnace, and I'm not complaining because I wasn't lying last night when I said that I was partially doing this for me. I help him sleep, and he keeps me warm during the night. It sounds like a fair deal to me.

I scoot further into his embrace knowing well that his alarm to get ready for morning skate should be going off soon, and that means I'll have to go back to my room before my dad realizes I didn't sleep there.

I don't want to leave this bed. Ever.

Mack groans and embraces me tighter, erasing any distance between us. My back is pressed to his chest, and my ass is right on his morning wood.

That's one way to keep me warm, that's for sure.

I wiggle myself, needing more closeness, but Mack's hand kneads my hip, stopping my movements. "Stop doing that unless you want me to break your precious rule, trouble."

His morning voice is so hot, and I feel it in my core right next to the way his morning wood pressed on my ass is making me feel. So, I completely ignore him and press my ass further into his crotch, making him groan again.

I corrupt him enough for him to move his hips forward, grinding against me, eliciting an inappropriate whimper from me that makes him chuckle silently as he keeps rubbing his cock against me.

"That feels so good, trouble." He buries his face in the crook of my neck and bites the sensitive flesh there, causing me to moan. "Sshh, baby. We have neighbors."

I couldn't care less about the neighbors right now. They can hear us if they want.

Mack's hand slides from my hip, sneaking under my shirt to reach my breasts and pinch my nipples.

"Please touch me, Mack," I beg.

"I am touching you, trouble." He tweaks my nipple, and I whimper. He is touching me, and it feels amazing, but that's not what I meant when I asked him to touch me.

"I need more." I moan, wiggling myself on his cock. "Please."

Mack's hand leaves my breasts and rests on my stomach, where he uses the position to help himself grind onto me. "Where do you want me to touch you, Katharina."

He nips on my neck as his hand slowly starts to go lower before stopping right at the hem of my panties.

"Please," I beg again, and Mack chuckles playfully, teasing the fabric that covers my pussy.

"Here, baby? You want me to touch you here?" Yes. I nod frantically, not able to form coherent words with his hand so close to where I want it. "I need you to use your words, Katharina."

"Yes, Mack. Please touch my pussy," I groan. If it weren't a completely desperate move on my part, I would grab his hand and put it on me right now. But that won't be necessary because, after my successful begging, Mack slips his big hand under my panties and runs his fingers through my slit.

"You're soaked," he groans and grinds further into me. I want to touch him too. I'm going to do it.

When I'm about to reach back, an annoyingly loud sound interrupts me, and it's a while before my brain realizes it's Mack's alarm.