Page 66 of Rivals Next Door

“So this is what happens when a woman literally has a man’s balls in her hands. He yields.”

Both irritation and blatant lust danced across his face. I didn’t think that combination was possible. “Hilarious, Liv.”

I couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped me. I was having too much fun with this.

Maybe he was too because his lips kicked up at the corners. “Fine, you have me by the balls. What are you going to do with them?”

My heart rate skyrocketed at the challenge of his question. I leaned closer until my lips hovered at the tip of his cock. I’d done this a couple of times with him before, but that was years ago, and I hadn’t been this intimate with another man since. What if he found my skills unimpressive?

He watched me closely and with curiosity, but he remained unmoving. I knew he’d cool his heels if he thought I was in any way uncomfortable because as much as we had declared war, he’d always be a gentleman. However, I didn’t want him to put a leash on the sexual creature that he was. I wanted all of him tonight. Taking a deep breath, I released whatever shyness lingered and went for it.

Slowly, I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, tracing circles around it before taking it into my mouth. He inhaled sharply, and I peeked at him through my lashes. His jaw was clenched but delight flitted across his features. As I took him in further, he threw his head back and tangled his fingers in my hair.

“Fuck, Liv,” he hissed. “Alright, you win. You’re in charge.”

My laugh was muffled, and I had to stop to regain my composure. His response tickled me so much, but it also relaxed me, and I forgot about being self-conscious. Taking him into my mouth again, I showed him what a woman in charge could do and his moaned expletives and growls of pleasure fueled my excitement. However, I seemed to have gotten carried away because I didn’t realize how close he was to exploding until his hands tightened in my hair, and he pulled me away from him.

“I wasn’t finished,” I complained.

“I almost was,” he panted. “Have mercy on me, woman.”

I grinned as I straightened and snagged his wrist to tug him onto the bed. When he sat, I straddled him and pushed his shoulders back. “No mercy, Alex.”

As soon as his back hit the mattress, I had him in my hand, guiding his rock-hard cock toward my center. I was soaked... I had been since we left that club. When I had him inside me, we both moaned.

“Jeezus, Princess. You feel so good,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as I started to move, teasing him with slow, shallow movements. “So hot and tight. Ride me fast, baby.”

Planting my hand on his chest, I grinned. “Not until you say pretty please.”

He made a little scoffing sound but then chuckled. “You know what…?”

“Wha—?” My shriek echoed in the room as he suddenly flipped us over. “I thought I was in charge.”

“We’re taking turns,” he said.

I pouted when he pulled out of me because my body was hungry for him. Starving. He flipped me again, and I landed on my stomach.

“Open your legs wider,” he commanded as he pulled me to my knees.

I eagerly complied, feeling my heart hammer with anticipation. He entered me from behind and I moaned. Despite his tight hold on my hips, his strokes were slow and gentle. When he leaned forward to press his lips to my ear, he touched a spot inside me that made me gasp with delight.

“Is this still your favorite position, Liv?”

“Oh, God... y-yes.” My breath was driven out of my lungs by a more powerful thrust.

“Good,” he purred. “How do you like me being in charge?”

As much as I wanted to be defiant, pleasure was building inside me to an almost unbearable level, and I was intoxicated by it. An honest reply spilled from my lips before I could stop it. “I love it. You’re a fucking god, Alex!” I pursed my lips, momentarily appalled that nine years later, I still blurted out embarrassing things in the throes of passion with him.

He hummed, and the sound resonated with smugness. However, he had every right to be proud. Only he could ever get me to go crazy like this. My embarrassment was fleeting because his pace increased and my orgasm coiled in my belly. I was nearly ready to shuttle into the stratosphere. My fingers dug into the sheets and my toes curled. My walls tightened around him as if begging for release but not wanting to ever let him go.

Alex let out a low, drawn-out moan. “You’re close, Liv. I can feel it.” He slid one hand up to the small of my back to apply pressure, arching me more against him. His other hand lifted my hips a little as he shuffled on his knees. When he drove into me again, his new angle hit the take-off button inside me.

I screamed his name as the coil inside me snapped and the fire building in my core exploded. Tingles spread through my body and heat danced on my skin as I shuddered uncontrollably. The force of my release knocked me off my hands, and I almost face-planted onto the mattress but Alex held me up. His continued thrusts seemed to prolong my orgasm forever. Wave after wave hit me, sending me further into that blissful haze.

When he came, he whispered my name almost reverently and then he bent down to kiss my shoulder. In my euphoric state, I took that to mean that he still loved me. A girl was allowed to float on her fantasy bubble after such an intense orgasm…

He collapsed beside me, and we both gasped for air. I wasn’t sure how long we lay there, but when I found my wits, I rolled onto my back to glance at Alex. He had his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. As if feeling my eyes on him, he turned to me with his typical smug look.

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