Page 10 of Rival Hearts

I was getting closer and closer to another orgasm, and my legs started to tremble.

Alex bucked his hips in a quick motion, driving himself into me from beneath, and I cried out.

My cries and moans and his grunts created the symphony of our sex.

Alex groaned, gripped my hips and slammed me down on his cock, bucking a couple of times.

It was enough to send me over the edge. I threw my head back and cried out, a white-hot orgasm exploding through me.

I trembled on top of him, but he wasn’t done yet.

He continued fucking me, thrusting his cock into me, and the orgasm that just rocked through me intensified.

I thought it couldn’t get any more intense; Alex slid a hand between my legs, and his thumb brushed my clit.

It was more than I could take; my vision blurred, my body trembled. The world dissolved, and all I could focus on was thesensation of him inside me. I could feel every inch of him, and I couldn’t think straight. My mind was mush.

When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, I collapsed onto Alex’s chest. He bucked his hips, and he was right there with me.

His cock spasmed inside me, and a guttural moan ripped from his throat.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight against his body, and for a moment, we were locked in the combined pleasure of our orgasms. Coming together was so intimate, so personal.

Finally, the pleasure subsided, and my body relaxed. I lay on Alex’s chest, listening to his heart hammering against my cheek. My fingers drifted towards the ink covering his throat, tracing the bold lines, feeling the way his pulse thrummed beneath my touch.

He stroked his hand over my back and kissed the top of my head, his cock still inside me.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

I nodded. I had no idea it could be like this. Sex was usually a case of going through the motions. But this,thiswas something else.

I slid off him, and Alex sat up. He got up from the bed and walked across the large room to an en suite bathroom. I lay back on the silky pillows, trying to catch my breath.

Alex returned, opened the sheets and got into bed. I did the same, joining him under the covers.

Staying over was a bad idea—I didn’t know him, and I didn’t know what would happen in the morning.

But all I knew was that this had been perfect in so many ways I’d never had, and when that happened… I didn’t want to ask too many questions.

I fell asleep with his arm around my shoulders and my head on his chest, and it felt like it had always meant to be this way.

I blinked my eyes open the next morning. Alex was sprawled on his stomach, the sheets only over a portion of him. I studied his perfect body, his powerful back and his delicious, partially covered tight ass.

I grinned when I thought about what happened last night.

Alex moved, lifting his head so that he faced me.

“Morning,” he said, squinting at the glare that fell through the open curtains. We hadn’t closed them last night. We hadn’t thought aboutanythingbut each other. “How did you sleep?”

“Great,” I said with a grin. “I hear exercise before bed makes you sleep like a baby.”

Alex laughed. “So it does.”

I found my phone—it had somehow ended up on the floor—and checked the myriad of messages that had come through during the night.

“Shit,” I said. “Gabe is pissed I left his party.”

Alex rolled over and sat up, frowning. “Gabe?”