Page 109 of Need You to Choose Me

His palm stops at the apex of my thigh. “You know something else I fucking love? Feeling these legs close around my head.”

“Around your—”

The words get stuck in my throat when that devious smirk disappears when his mouth finds my center.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out, feeling his tongue drag along me and tease me in ways that make the floodgates open.

He was always too good at that.

Way too good.

It made me want to find all the other women he did this too and punch them for getting to experience the pure bliss that his lips and tongue create.

“Alex,” I gasp as he flicks my clit with his tongue and then sucks it between his lips.

That’s what does it.

Without any warning, my body breaks into spasms that coat my eyes with little black dots. Sparks shoot down my legs as they close around him, earning me a welcome groan that I feel deep in my soul.

And in other parts.

When he pulls back, I’m still in another world.

“Yeah,” I hear Alex say as I stare up at the ceiling. “I really love feeling them around my head.”

He’s going to end me.

“These legs are dangerous,” he states.

I can’t help but roll my eyes. “I think your mouth is what’s dangerous.”

He shakes his head, taking my hand and guiding it to his tented briefs. “Do you feel that?” he asks, pressing my palm further against his cock. “Do you feel what you’re doing to me? How fucking attracted to you I am? Not just your body, Olive. Your mind. Your personality. How you sass me. How you’re not afraid to tell me off when I’m wrong. I’m so hard it’s painful. So do you get it now?”

I can’t speak.

The words are crammed in my throat as need builds between my legs. I want him. Bad. And his hot, hard dick twitching in my palm only makes that tenfold.

“I need you inside me, Alex.”

“Then watch me.”

I blink, watching as he positions himself over me and slowly inches in. I’m still sensitive, so I gasp when he thrusts forward to seat himself fully.

“Your pussy was made for me,” he says against my mouth. “It was molded for me. Do you feel how goddamn perfect this feels? How right it is?”

How am I supposed to talk when he moves his hips back and pumps forward? The rhythm is smooth and slow and sultry. And when the mattress starts squeaking with each thrust of our bodies, I swear it’s music to my ears.

“Do you remember the first thing you ever said to me?” he asks, as if this is the perfect time for a stroll down memory lane. “You told me that I’d have better stats if I pulled my head out of my ass and actually passed the puck instead of trying to prove to the world that I was the best person on that team.”

I don’t remember that.

All I remember from the night of the bonfire was the way Alex’s eyes sparkled with mischief and maybe a little alcohol,and how good his mouth was when we wound up making out in his car when he drove me back to my dorm.

He’s not just a good kisser. He’s the best.

No matter how many times Sebastian got between us when he still went to Lindon, it never stopped me from finding Alex in the crowd. For some reason, he was always engraved in the back of my mind. We only gravitated toward each other more when Sebastian wasn’t an obstacle anymore.

“Nobody has ever told me that before,” he says, his hips meeting mine as his fingers run through my hair. “Nobody has beenrealwith me. They see the potential of what I can be, not the person I already am.”

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