Page 8 of Rival Hearts
His hand slid between my legs, and he cupped my sex. I moaned when his strong fingers pressed against my clit through the lace, and when he traced circles, the sensation was amazing.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Alex.”
Alex kept sucking on my nipple, flicking it with his tongue, and the dual sensation of his mouth and his fingers on my pussy was incredible. He knew exactly how to play me like a piano,and soon, he had me groaning and moaning, grinding my hips against his fingers, desperate for release.
He moved his way down my body, kissing, licking, tasting. He scraped his teeth against my ribs, traced a circle around my belly button with his tongue, and kissed a line along my hip bone.
He reached the apex of my thighs, hooked his fingers into the top of my panties and slowly, sensually, pulled them down.
I was completely naked before him, and Alex stared, his eyes taking in all of me.
He spread my thighs with his hands and dove between them, closing his mouth over my pussy.
I moaned and writhed on the bed as his tongue slid through my folds and over my clit, licking and sucking, sending jolts of pure pleasure through my body.
Alex slid his hands under my ass, lifting me and angling me, and he devoured me.
I grabbed onto his hair and moaned, rocking my hips against his mouth in the rhythm of his licking. He held me steady, and his tongue lapped, circling and pressing and tasting.
He knew exactly how to push all my buttons and send me hurtling toward an orgasm.
I was getting closer and closer, a furnace growing at my core. Alex growled against my clit, and the vibrations that trembled through my body pushed me over the edge.
“Alex!”
My thighs quivered, my muscles tensed, and a wave of pleasure crashed over me. I gasped and moaned, arching my back, riding out the waves of ecstasy.
Alex held me, his arms wrapped around my thighs, his mouth still on my pussy as I rode out the storm before he lowered me to the mattress. When the throbbing and trembling stopped, he planted a final kiss on my pussy, and glanced up at me.
My body tingled, and I had to relearn how to breathe after that.
I wanted more.
Alex stood. His belt buckle clanked, and his pants and underwear dropped to the floor. I pushed up on my elbows to get a better look.
He really was perfect. His torso was an inverted triangle, tapering into powerful hips with a V-line that would make any girl giddy, and a thick line of black hair ran all the way down, pointing me right where I needed to go.
His cock was rock hard, long, thick, and ready.
“You’re chiseled as fuck,” I said before I could think about my words, and then I blushed, feeling stupid that I’d said it.
“Thanks,” Alex said with a grin.
He reached for his pants and found something in his pocket before he crawled onto the bed with me.
The mattress dipped under his weight, and when he positioned himself between my legs, his body pinning me down, I shivered. Need erupted at my core—I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to make me his in every way he possibly could… and then I wanted him to do it another time.
Alex kissed me. His tongue danced against mine, his lips soft but demanding, and I got lost. The weight of his body, the heat of his skin, wrapped me up in the moment, and Alex was all I could think about.
How was it possible that someone could be this perfect?
This didn’t happen to me. Men like Alex didn’t exist. There had to be something I was missing, some fatal flaw.
I stopped myself from overthinking. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Right now, Alex was all I cared about—all I craved. I would think logically again when all this was over.
Alex’s kiss was sensual, and he grinded himself slowly against me. His cock was thick and hard against my stomach, the tip slick with need.
“I need you,” I whispered against his lips. “Please.”
