Page 53 of Rival Hearts

I pushed him back, pushed his blazer off his shoulders. With trembling fingers, I undid the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chiseled chest, the inky designs covering his throat and spilling over his collarbones. He shrugged out of it, tossed it away, and I ran my hands down his muscular chest, loving how smooth his skin was and the way the muscles felt underneath.

I kissed him again and unbuttoned his pants. I reached into his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. Alex hissed through gritted teeth and groaned.

I pumped my hand up and down a few times, but I was restricted by his clothes.

I sank to my knees and pulled down his pants to his ankles, followed by his boxers. His cock was thick and hard, and the tip glistened with precum. I hadn’t meant to do something down here other than make quick work of his pants, but his cock was right in front of me, hard and delicious and irresistible…

I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” Alex moaned, his voice deep and low. He ran his fingers through my hair, encouraging me.

I didn’t need a lot of encouragement.

I licked the shaft and then sucked the head into my mouth. I ran my tongue along the bottom of his shaft and bobbed my head, taking him deeper and deeper.

Alex moaned, his hand on the back of my head, and his hips moved. He thrust his hips gently, careful not to take things too far.

But I didn’t mind.

I sucked his cock until it was slick, and then I pumped his shaft with one hand while I sucked on his head, and Alex groaned and panted.

“Charlotte,” he whispered. “God, I’m going to finish right here, right now, if you don’t stop.”

I rolled my eyes up at him and slid him out of my mouth.

“I don’t want you to finish like this.”

“Neither do I,” he said in a low growl.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me up. Then, he kissed me.

He spun me around, kicked off his pants and his shoes so that he was naked, and walked me to his desk while he kissed me. He pushed the shit on the desk aside. Some of it fell to the ground with a clatter.

“You’re making a mess,” I muttered.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.”

I giggled into his mouth.

He pulled down my pants without ceremony, taking my panties along with them, and I got rid of them. We were both naked now.

Alex lifted me onto the desk, and I scooted forward. He spread my legs and positioned himself between them, and he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him. His cock teased at my opening, and he leaned forward, kissing me. I wanted him inside me so badly.

He paused and reached for his pants, finding a condom in his wallet. He rolled it onto his cock, handling the foil packet and the rubber with ease, before he returned to his former position, his cock against my entrance, teasing, promising.

“What is this, Alex?” I asked in a breathy voice, looking into his eyes. “What are we doing?”

“Don’t,” he whispered. “Let’s not complicate this.”

He pushed into me. I cried out, throwing my head back, and he buried himself inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, and Alex groaned, pulling out slowly and sliding back in. He set a rhythm, moving slowly at first.

He sped up, and I leaned back, grabbed the edge of the desk to keep myself from falling over. Alex moved faster and harder, pounding into me, and I moaned, unable to contain my pleasure.

“That’s it,” Alex murmured. “Moan for me.”

I tried to swallow my moans, not wanting to make too much of a noise. The door was locked, and we were safe in here. The windows looked out over the harbor and the ocean but we were too high up for anyone to see what we were doing. I still didn’t want them to hear us, and Alex had a way of making me scream.

His hips slammed into me, and his hands dug into mine. The pain was delicious, and the way he pounded into me, the way his cock stretched me open and slammed against my G-spot, the way the pressure built and built in my belly was overwhelming.