Page 109 of The Thing About My Rival

“Maybe. Or maybe I was always like this underneath, but it took you to bring out the real me.”

He withdraws from my hands and slips his rock-hard length between my legs. All thoughts fly from my mind as I lose myself in the sparkling sensation of his flesh against mine.

Back and forth he rocks, sliding deliciously from my clit to my core. Back and forth.

His mouth is on my neck, my ear, hand back on my breast, kneading, massaging.

A groan spontaneously flies from my lungs when he nudges at my entrance.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” he breathes against my ear, making my body tingle all the more.

“And I need you there.” I grab the front of his shirt again and haul him over to the lockers.

We fall apart as I lie on the bench, left leg bent and pressing against a locker, right foot on the floor.

He looks down at me, erection bobbing in front of him, that cat-about-to-get-the-cream smile lighting up his face. “Well, this is a first.”

“For the sweet love of God, get down here and get inside me.”

“Like I said, I don’t need asking twice.”

He leans over me, placing himself perfectly at my desperate entrance, picks up my right leg and holds it tight to his waist.

I curl it around his back, press my heel into his solid butt, and pull him to me.

His first nudge inside me always makes me cry out, but I try to stay quiet, and force my eyes to stay open, to witness him buck, his back arching, to watch his lips form the word “Jesus.” It’s a beautiful thing to see.

Wrapping both legs fully around him, I draw him deeper, harder, until I’m full of him, have as much of him as it’s possible to have, until he completes me.

After the elation of the win, then the coldness of my father, I just need to feel like me again, experience primal real life. Like nothing else matters other than me and Hugo, our bodies as one, him pumping into me on the locker room bench.

He thumbs my clit, sending sparks shooting to every part of me, encouraging my walls to drip against him.

Curving down over me, he takes my mouth in a kiss full of passion and want. I push my fingers through his hair and slide my hands down his back, over the peaks and valleys of his muscles, and down to his clenching ass.

My fingers press into his muscular flesh as I clasp him hard against me, like somehow if I can get even more of him inside me, everything will be fine, everything will work out right, there’ll be no job decisions, no bad outcomes, and everything will be perfect.

His mouth swoops to my neck, kissing a line up to my ear, where he rests his lips, panting in time to his thrusts.

“I fucking love you, Wilcox.”

The combination of his words, the tickle of his breath, the circling of his thumb and the pounding of his dick sends me over the edge.

“Holy fuck, Hugo.” As I fight for breath, the rest of the world vanishes. All that exists is the part of me that’s connected to part of him.

My inner walls contract and release around him.Contract and release. My back arches off the wooden bench, my head thrashes from side to side and everything inside it melts and explodes at the same time.

Hugo’s groans turn to cries as he thrusts harder, circles his thumb even more eagerly and extends my pleasure beyond anything I’ve ever felt. This man knows how to take me there, get me there, and keep me there for as long as humanly possible.

We both let out another cry simultaneously, in total harmony, like we were born to come together.

“Fuck me, Wilcox.” He rests his damp forehead against my damp forehead and looks down into my eyes through his dark lashes. “That was amazing.Youare amazing. And that was possibly the best idea you’ve ever had.”

I drag my fingers up his back, across his shoulders and rake them back into his lush, thick hair. “What’syourbest idea?”

“Funny you should ask, because I might have just had it.” He scoops his arms under my back. “Hold on tight.”

“Whoa!” I cling on to his hair and clench my thighs to his waist as he picks me up, still inside me, and carries me across the room.

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