Page 42 of The Rival (Looking to Score 2)
Part of me knows that he was right—maybe we shouldn’t indulge in each other this way.
Except there’s another part of me who’s tired of playing it safe. A part of me who knows that sticking by Dale’s side for all those years did absolutely nothing for me. So, it’s this voice I listen to—this confident, brazen, sexual side of me that’s saying things like, YES, GIRL. It’s more than okay to bang the hot hockey player for no other reason than the fact that you want to.
And looking into Alex’s dark blue eyes now, heavy with arousal, I realize I was crazy to think that things were actually over between us.
Especially with so much summer left.
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ALEX
I messed things up once already, but we could only stand the blistering chemistry between us for so long. And it seems that Aspen has reached her limit. I’m just lucky to be the guy on the receiving end of her attention.
After I buried my face between her legs and made her come, I helped her out of her shirt and she returned the favor, stripping me bare.
Now we’re sitting together in the center of my bed. Aspen is in my lap, rubbing her tempting curves all over me, and I have no idea how I got so fortunate. Especially after the things I told her this morning.
God, I’m such a dick.
But she’s wet and moving on top of me, and it would be easy to change our angle and bury myself inside her. But I need to get a condom, and the last thing I want to do after my massive failure is rush her. Even if I am about to explode.
Her mouth lingers on mine, and when we part, she gives me a shy look. Without a word about what she’s planning, she climbs from my lap and stands next to the bed. Then she pats one of my thighs until I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, resting my feet on the floor. She sinks to her knees between my parted thighs and brings one hand to my rigid cock. A slow exhale pushes past my lips.
Her gaze mischievously meets mine while her fingers trace the length of my shaft in her palm. A shudder runs through me. Aspen pumps me in her fist and lowers her head to take me in the warmth of her mouth. I take a slow, deep breath, trying to get myself in check.
Oh.
Shit.
Can’t.
Think.
Straight.
Uh.
I cup her jaw in one hand as her sweet lips move slowly up and down over me. As if to tease me. As if to draw out my pleasure. But then she begins moving over me in hot, steady strokes, sliding her fist along with her mouth.
“Yes, sweetheart. Fuck. Your mouth is perfect.” I groan as pleasure crashes over me.
Over the last few months, I’ve convinced myself I’m not built for this. This level of intimacy and comfort, or tender care from a good woman. I told myself that drunken hookups in the back corners of bars were all I deserved after breaking my ex’s heart. I’m a bad guy. Not someone who should be adored with worshipful gazes or soft touches.
But Aspen, it seems, never got that memo. She touches me with reverence and so much tenderness that my heart nearly bursts.
She’s dropped to her knees and is sucking on my cock like I’m her boyfriend and this isn’t all just pretend. She swallows me while I touch her hair and rub her shoulder, and I almost die of happiness at how fucking good it feels to be taken care of this way.
Those blue eyes meet mine, and whatever control I have left vanishes. I stroke the silky length of her hair, my hips lifting up from the bed, even though I tell them not to.
Slow down.
Let her set the pace.
It doesn’t work. I’m way too close.
“Aspen. Fuck.” I groan and touch her cheek. “Gonna come. Better stop if you don’t want that.”
It’s not the most romantic thing I’ve ever said, but those words seem to get her attention. With one last seductive kiss to the swollen head of my cock, she grins and rises to her feet.
Hell, she’s hot. I fight to catch my breath while my heart beats wildly.
“Do you have more condoms?”
Wolfishly, I grin. “Stay put.” Ducking into the hall, I retrieve a fistful of condoms from Saint’s stash in his closet and toss them onto the nightstand as Aspen laughs.
“Someone’s ambitious.”
I smirk. “No, I don’t expect anything. You know that. Everything we do from here on out is your call. Hell, it’s always been your call, now that I think about it.”
She likes this. Leaning down to kiss me in a tender way, she pats my chest. “Lie down.”
I obey as she selects a condom and hands me the package.
