Page 54 of Rival Hearts
“Yes,” I cried, my voice cracking.
Alex slid his hands up my sides and cupped my breasts, tweaking my nipples, and he kissed me—hard.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, breaking away from the kiss.
I arched my back, the pressure building, the heat exploding, and the wave that crashed over me was intense and all-consuming. I cried out and bucked my hips, trying to ride the wave, and Alex kept his pace, slamming into me and dragging the orgasm out.
He pulled back, slipping out of me, and I trembled in the aftermath of my orgasm.
Alex put his hand on my hips and pulled me off the table. I stood on wobbly legs.
He kissed me before he moved his mouth to my neck. He kissed his way up to my ear and sucked my earlobe between his lips. I shivered, my skin on fire.
“Turn around,” he said, his breath hot on my ear, sending goosebumps over my shoulders and arms.
I did as he asked, turning my back to him. He ran his hand over my ass. He cupped it and squeezed; I moaned. He slid his hand down my leg, over my thigh. He moved his hand back, and his fingers brushed against my pussy. While he touched me, fingered me, he moved my hair out of the way and pressed his lips to my shoulder, moving toward the curve of my neck.
“You’re wet,” he whispered.
“For you,” I breathed.
I could feel him smile against the back of my neck.
“Good.”
He slid his fingers through the folds of my pussy and circled my clit. I gasped, and he did it again and again, slowly, until I was trembling and the pleasure started to build in me again.
I pushed my ass out, rubbing it against his cock, and Alex growled.
He moved his hips forward, rubbing his cock against my pussy.
He found my opening and pushed in, and we both moaned. He slid all the way in and stopped. His body was still.
“Please, move,” I begged.
He laughed, a soft rumble in his chest. He moved his hips, pulling out slowly and pushing back in, and then he did it again and again.
“Faster,” I breathed.
“I’ll give you everything,” Alex whispered, “but first, let me enjoy this.”
“Enjoy it fast,” I said, “so that you can fuck me harder.”
Alex moaned.
“God, Charlotte. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
He was the one who was doing things to me. But I couldn’t say it because it wasn’t just physical. Nothing about Alex was just physical. Since the moment we’d met, something about him had tugged at more than just the lust at my core.
He’d somehow managed to tug at my heart.
Before I could think more, making it more complicated, he reached around and touched my clit, circling and flicking it with his fingers.
He drove into me slowly, his cock moving in and out while his fingers moved over my clit.
My legs trembled. My thighs quivered. The orgasm came over me, and I cried out, the sound muffled as I tried not to make too much of a noise.
Alex moaned, and he picked up his pace. He pounded into me harder and harder, and I braced myself on the desk. Pure pleasure rolled over me in waves. He drew out my orgasm, making it last and last until my legs trembled so hard I thought I was going to collapse.
