Page 4 of Rival Desires

“Well, hey there, gorgeous.” His voice was a warm whiskey, meant just for me. “I gotta tell ya, I don’t think I’m quite ready to let you disappear on me just yet.”

His words oozed smoothly, but his fingers quivered ever so slightly as they reached to cradle my jaw with sweet gentleness.

I tipped my chin up, nudging my nose against his in a slow, easy nuzzle. His breath hitched, and I could feel the heat of his body through the crisp cotton of his shirt. My fingers lazily traced their way up his chest, reading the Braille of his muscles before curling possessively around his lapels. I was staking my claim and wasn’t afraid to tell him.

“You think I’m just going to let you slip away after all this?” I murmured, punctuating it with a kiss to seal the deal.

He let out this cute little sound, all helpless-like, as his hands dove into my hair, deepening the kiss, leaving my lips buzzing and my head spinning.

When we finally came up for air, he rasped, “How ‘bout a lift somewhere?”

I grinned. “Oh, you’re offering rides now, huh?”

His cheeks went red again - man, I loved watching that polished exterior crack to reveal the fire beneath.

“Uh, yeah. I mean, my car. I can get it and drive you home. Or you know, wherever you need to go...” He stumbled over his words, once again looking unsure.

Home was a tiny studio apartment with books still in boxes stacked waist-high and a mattress on the floor. I wasn’t quite ready for those dreary dimensions of reality to intrude on guests.

“Mm, I know the perfect place.” Catching his hand, I towed him towards the golden glow of the valet station.

Twenty minutes later, I had him pull his sleek BMW off into a secluded overlook. The city sparkled below like our own private galaxy. I leaned over, letting the skirt of my dress ride high on my parted thighs as I nipped delicately at his earlobe.

“Kiss me,” I breathed, my voice a seductive whisper.

A low growl rumbled from his chest as he hauled me against him, his lips finding mine with a desperate hunger. His hands roamed up my thighs, hiking my dress up until his fingers found the lace edge of my panties. I writhed and bucked against him, my body burning with desire. He groaned into our kiss, his fingers digging into my flesh with an intensity that left me breathless, sure to leave a trail of bruises in their wake.

Even without knowing his name, the idea of him branding me had me buzzing with excitement. I couldn’t resist giving his bottom lip a nibble, eliciting a growl that made my toes curl. Then, I pulled back just enough to ask the all-important question, “Got protection?” I breathed, my voice barely audible.

Grunting softly, he adjusted his grip on me, reaching for his wallet with one hand while holding me tight against him with the other. I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he fumbled for the condom, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

As soon as he handed it to me, I reached between us, tracing my fingers along the length of his erection through his pants. My clit pulsated in sweet agony, craving to savor him fully with my lips. Regretfully, I knew that pleasure would have to wait.

A swift tug undid his pants, and my hand slipped inside his boxer briefs. My initial assessment had been a gross understatement; his cock was magnificently thick and long, graced with a delicious curve that left my mouth watering.

I gripped him firmly, caressing him leisurely from base to tip. A guttural groan escaped him, and I felt his fingers clutch my hips tighter.

“I want to make you come first,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “And when I do, I want to be inside you.”

I nodded, rolling the condom down over his shaft. He let out a strangled moan as I worked it over his length, and I felt a surge of power knowing that I was the one driving him wild.

I didn’t waste any time, going up on my knees, I moved over him, smirking as he gripped my hips to keep me balanced. Our eyes locked, and I slowly lowered myself onto him, savoring the way his breath hitched as I sank down inch by glorious inch.

“Oh.” My nails dug into his shoulder, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. “Oh, fuck.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, his grip on my hips tightening. “Yeah. Fuck. Definitely fuck.”

I panted as I rocked back and forth, fighting my body to take him. I was wet, but we hadn’t had any foreplay, and he was just so damn big. His head fell back as he continued to curse, and I begged him to tell me his name just so I could scream it. My experience with men was not extensive, but they’d all been above average.

This man was so far beyond average that it felt like he would split me in two by the time he bottomed out. My entire body was on fire, my muscles twitching and spasming as my pussy struggled to adjust to something this large inside me.

My original plan was to ride him until we both came, no lingering or drawing things out, but now, I didn’t have any choice but to go completely still until I could finally breathe again.

“Fuck you feel amazing.” He raised his head, his eyes blazing with desire. Curling his hand around the back of my neck, he pulled me in for a kiss.

Our lips moved together, and then the rest of our bodies caught on. His hips rose to meet me as I set a brutal pace, rising and dropping at a rate that made the line between pain and pleasure blur. We came together, mouths only parting long enough for us to gasp for air. I vaguely knew my hair was coming out of its updo, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the building pressure in me and the race to release.

Only when I slumped down on him, spent, did any semblance of coherent thought return. And the first thing that went through my head was simple.

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