Page 10 of Dark Rivals

GREY

Idon’t stop her.

How can I stop her?

What is a man supposed to do when his rival, gorgeous and tempting in every way possible, drops to her knees like a willing slut in front of him?

I grasp the counter, my knuckles going white as she pushes her thumb against the button of my slacks, moving it aside. I want to stop her, I need to stop her before I do something stupid like let her proceed, but I can’t. I just fucking can’t. With a wicked smirk on her face, she glances up at me only for a second before reaching for the zipper and sliding it down slowly, slowly…

“Damn it, Grey,” she mumbles. “You’re so fucking huge. Too huge for me.”

With those words, she slides her hands into my pants, her soft fingers covering my hardened cock with a possessive grip. As her nail scrapes against the underside of me, I swallow back a strangled noise that comes from the back of my throat, my cock so hard it fucking hurts.

She glances up at me, her cheeks flushed with a delicious pink. “Do you need a little help with that, Grey?” Her thumb rolls across my head and I fight the urge to jerk into her hands. My grip tightens on the counter. “Let me help you…” Her voice drops into a soothing coo, so innocent, yet so sinful.

I want her. I need her. I want her.

And before I have time to realize what’s happening, her tongue surrounds me with her wet heat, drawing me into her mouth with a deep suck of her lips. I grasp the counter for balance, but my knees weaken with the feeling of her hot mouth wrapped around my cock, her tongue sliding across my head and tasting the liquid there. She glances up at me as she slides her mouth away, then takes me deeper into her mouth. My body shudders in pleasure as she does it again, then again, so slow, making sure that I feel every second, making sure I feel every deep pull of her mouth as she sucks me.

She slides off with a pop, her tongue darting out to lick my head before saying, “You taste so damn delicious, Grey.”

I groan, gritting my teeth. “You fucking tease, Arden, don’t think that you’re just going to—” She stops me with her mouth, placing a delicate kiss against my raging cock, silencing my worst fears of her walking away and just leaving me here.

“You think I’m doing this for you?” she asks softly.

Her pupils are dark, undiluted desire revealed in the depths of her green eyes. My brain is going a mile a minute, trying to catch up with what she’s saying, what she’s wanting… Only I don’t have time to, because she’s pulling me back into her mouth with her red lips, that hot and wet sheath of her coming around me, sucking me.

This time, I don’t hesitate. I can’t hesitate. I can’t control myself, the wild animal coming out of me faster than I can stop it, the beast wanting to consume her, take her, control her. My hips jerk into her, completely possessed by her mouth, her touch, until all I can think or say is her name.

Arden. Arden. Arden.

Frantic, slick, noises penetrate the bathroom with every one of my grunts as I fuck her mouth, my eyes shuddering closed as her head bobs, taking every inch of me deeper and deeper into her mouth. She touches me at the same time with her hands, making my thighs clench together as I can feel myself about to come undone into her mouth and sputter my liquid into her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan as I slam into her mouth, letting her red lips pull me in her hollowing with every deep suck, every roll of her tongue against me. I grab a fistful of her hair, the deep moan that comes from the back of her throat vibrating against my cock. “Fuck, Arden, I’m going to fucking cum…”

I can’t control myself as I cum into her mouth in hot streams, her mouth sucking every drop of liquid with a greed that only makes me cum more. She milks my cock for it, wanting everything I have for her, and as the orgasm tears through me with the violence of a tempest, my legs shake, grinding up against her mouth with everything left in me.

Her name is a curse on my lips as Arden slips her mouth off of me, the warmth of her tongue instantly leaving. She isn’t even rattled as she licks her swollen lips, saying, “Good luck feeling any better than I’ve just made you feel, Grey.”

With those words, she slips out of the bathroom before I even have time to process that she’s leaving me, and I slam a hand violently against the marble countertop, pain burning through my fingers and up my arm.

Fuck you, Arden. You want to tease?

I yank the bathroom door open.

Two can fucking play that game.

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