Page 34 of Mister Rival

“Oh, that’s good,” I moan, watching her every move as she slides her mouth over me and bobs her head slowly back and forth. I reach down and cover my hand over hers and set the pace as I slowly rock my hips and we both tug my cock back and forth. She makes a gorgeous sound as the warmth of her lips encapsulates me at my very core. An appreciative hum sounds in the back of her throat, making my balls tug even more. The fact she’s taking me so well and enjoying it only adds to my excitement. We pick up the pace a little and I throw my head back, releasing my hand from hers as I fuck her mouth. “Fuck, fuck,” I growl. “Ali, that right there— Oh, God.” If I keep watching her movements — her full tits swinging back and forth with the motion, her lips, her warm mouth, her hand jerking me — I’m going to blow down her throat.

I close my eyes in an attempt to make it last, but I’m like a moth to flame with her. She’s so fucking small under my heavy frame, I just want to fold myself around her and never let her go. When she moans long and hard, the sound vibrates along my cock and I feel the pull, wanting to move faster, fuck her mouth harder and let myself go. But I don’t want to choke the woman, she’s taking as much of me as she can to the back of her throat. So I reach down mid suck and pull her hair back with my hand, causing her to glance up at me and still. “Do you know how sexyyou look right now?” I grit, my voice a low growl, predatory, wanting, needing.

She smiles around my cock, still stuck in her mouth, and I fucking take a picture in my mind that I can draw from later. Ali fucking Archer on her knees giving me the best blow job of my life. Who would have thought?

“I need to be inside you,” I mutter, pulling back. My dick sliding out of her mouth with a pop, slapping against my stomach. I hook my hands under her armpits and yank her up, pulling her into me. “Now.”

Chapter Sixteen

ALISON

This man! I’m not sure I’ve seen anyone sexier, or had anyone make me feel so damned good. But the way he’s looking at me is predatory, alpha and lustful, mixed with just a sprinkling of sin. The carnal brawn radiating from his every pore has me clinging to him for dear life.

I had planned to gather my things and make a quick exit to my room before he woke up this morning. Tristan was sleeping so solidly I didn’t think he would wake up at all before I left. But the draw of a hot shower in the luxurious bathroom was just too great to pass up.

And now here he is, and I just had his dick in my mouth.

His strong, warm hands wrap around my waist as he leans down and kisses me chastely, but doesn’t let me deepen the kiss before he spins me around and pushes me up against the tiles. He holds me steady as I press my hands against the marble, reaching down to the back of my kneecap where he helps me bend my leg upward and hitches it under his forearm. “I’d normally give you an orgasm first, but seeing you on your knees, babe, I need to fuck you hard.”

“Oh, yes.”

He chuckles and reaches between us to grab his cock that’s pushing into my ass cheeks. I moan as he swipes it through my crease, stopping at my entrance where he wastes no time in nudging the tip inside. My spine straightens as I feel the end of his cock. It sends welcome shockwaves right through me.

“Please, Tris,” I breathe in a rasp. “I need you so bad.”

That seems to be all the invitation he needs to nudge his hips forwards as he slides on in, instantly filling me to the hilt. I let out a little cry as the sweet invasion blurs my vision. I’m a little sore from our shenanigans last night, but I’m so wet again from going down on him, and the way he’s touching me now, my body doesn’t seem to care about that. It’s a sweet sting that I may pay for later, but so be it.

“I need you, too.” His breath is sexy at my ear. One hand slides up to cup my breast, the other skates down over my hip and across my belly. His fingertips effortlessly trailing down to my throbbing clit. He makes little circles around and round, massaging in just the right spot as his hips start to pump back and forth. It’s so hot and so fucking sexy. I can’t even believe I’m letting him do this raw. I don’t even have alcohol to blame this time, and my earlier apprehension about him seeing me naked seems to have flown out the window. He truly does not seem to care about my wobbly bits, my cellulite, or my stretch marks.

“Oh, yes, right there,” I pant. He’s playing with my body like a slide guitar, the cords humming and rippling, and I’m here for every second of it. “Tristan… oh… oh…” My core pulls from deep within me. The vibration escalates so fast; the hum of my impending orgasm is well and truly over the horizon and ready to bloom. Every inch of my body basks a warm, golden haze. And that’s exactly what it does; it bursts through me, tightening around his cock that’s buried deep inside. My cries echo around the bathroom, his sexy body pumping behind me furiously until he lets out his own release a moment later in a drawn outguttural groan. His fingers still circle my clit as he empties himself, his cock throbbing inside me as the aftershocks still have me seeing stars.

Every cell of my body feels more alive than it has in years, and it’s all because of him. Tristan Lucas. My archenemy turned sex God.

But as his hips come to a still and his hand drags up from between my legs to my stomach, it doesn’t feel like he’s so much of my enemy anymore. Far from it.

“You’re amazing,” I breathe. Loving the way he stays seated inside me and holds my back close to his chest, it’s like nothing could come between us right now, not even one of our listing contracts.

“You’re the amazing one, Ali.” He dips his head to kiss my neck with a touch that’s as light as a feather. Slowly easing out of me, he turns me around to face him. “Stay with me today?” He tilts his head.

I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my chin on his chest wishing with everything I had that I could stay. “I have to meet my friend Amanda for lunch, then get Clementine from her grandparents,” I say.

He smooths his hands up and down my arms as the water ricochets off his back, sending little sprinkles of water in my direction. “What time?”

“I’d have to leave about one o’clock.”

“I can get a late check out,” he says with certainty. “Stay with me a little longer, please?”

I bite my lip. It’s not that I don’t want to, I very much do, but is it going to be harder the longer we prolong this? We have to leave each other at some stage.

I mean, it was just a onetime thing, right? “Trist?—”

He leans in and seals his mouth over mine before I can finish my sentence. “We can order breakfast and hang out for a few more hours?”

“Hang out?”

“Probably the least I can do after everything.”

My heart flutters, and I know it’s stupid. We can never be a thing, but for a moment it’s a nice thought. I feel safe. And damn it, I’m going to enjoy the last of the few hours we have together.

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