Page 17 of Rival Hearts

Hell, yes.

Slick curves slide beneath my roaming hands after I pour a dollop of her body wash into my palm, the scent of vanilla rising in the steaming air. It's arousing as fuck.

Her signature scent teases my nose. But if I’m honest, everything about Sierra is a tease.

I nuzzle into the cleavage of her breasts and pray one day I get to fuck them. Like a dream I had the other night.

“Caleb…” she hums in pleasure, her smaller hands caressing my back and sides before digging into my abs. My thumbs flick her nipples—entranced by the stiffening buds—and their lure is too strong as I suck one and then the other into my mouth, playing with the sensitive tips with my teeth until her hand wraps around my dick and tugs.

“Fuck. Not going to last long with you squeezing my dick like that.”

“Now, Caleb, don't disappoint me before we've even gotten started.” She smirks then lowers to her knees. A soapy waterfall drips down her curvy body, and the caveman inside me wants to add my release to the mix.

“I just warned you about my current predicament, so you decide you're gonna suck me off in response?”

Sierra shrugs and the water cascades down her round shoulders. “What can I say? I've been wanting to know the feel of your thick cock in my mouth since that night in your Jeep when it kept digging into my thigh.”

“Well, I’m not gonna stop you, if that's what you really want.” Who was I to question her needs?

Her twinkling green eyes stare up at me before her lashes flutter closed and her lips suction around the dripping head of my cock. Moaning vibrations travel up the stiff length, up my spine, and straight to my head until I’m dizzy with the need for relief.

My hands fall to the tiles behind her. A swirl of her tongue. The strong pull from her lips. Her hands kneading my ass. They all work together until I come with a shout.

“Goddamn, you’re good at that…” I groan, dragging in a lungful of steamy air. “You know, I'm good, too.”

“At sucking dick?” Sierra laughs at the twisted expression on my face.

“No, smartass. At eating pussy.” We switch positions, so I'm the one on my knees, her back to the wall. I lift one of her legs so it’s draped over my shoulder, widening her stance so I have an unobstructed view of her pink cunt.

“You have no right to be this goddamn pretty,” I growl.

No man could resist such temptation, and certainly not me.

Diving forward, my tongue plunges deep inside her channel as my thumb circles her clit. Her hips grind against me, shoving her pussy so close I can barely breathe, but what a way to go. “Come on, sweetcakes. Come for me. I know you want to.”

Amd damn, but I want it to.

To have her sweet release coating my beard and her cries of pleasure ringing in my ears.

I stroke her pussy with my fingers, finding that special spot within as I shift to suck on her clit. A second later, her orgasm scorches my cheeks, and I lower to lap at the gush of honeyed arousal.

“Mmm… that’s a good girl. A curvy little treat just for me.” I continue to lick and suck her sensitive folds, unable to stop, until she whimpers and starts pushing at my head, silently begging for no more.

“Wow, we really should have done that years ago,” she pants, melting like jello in my arms.

“At least we can make up for lost time,” I promise. Reaching around her, I turn off the shower, towel us both off, and run a brush through Sierra’s hair as quickly but as gently as I can before carrying her to bed.

Tucking her soft body into my chest with the comforter covering our shoulders, I wait for a response from Sierra.

All I get is a soft snore.

Guess I wore my girl out tonight.

And I couldn’t be happier about it as sleep claims me as well.

***

“So, you and Sierra, huh? About damn time. You’ve been circling each other for forever.” Cole leans back in his chair across from me at The Ole Aces, where we decided to meet up for a beer.

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