Page 93 of Rival Hearts

I pushed up a little, and he let me move under him. I undid my bra and tossed it to the side so it joined the other clothes on the floor. Now, with Alex’s bare chest against my breasts, I felt the movement of his muscles as he stroked his hand up and down my arm, and his heart beat against mine.

“I want you,” he said in a hoarse voice.

I nodded and pushed gently against his chest so that he sat back. I stood before him and wriggled out of my shorts and panties so that I was naked.

I felt strangely exposed, standing naked in my living room, but the way he looked at me, his gaze taking in every inch of my body, his expression filled with a kind of awe and wonder, made me feel beautiful and sexy. It made me forget about the rest of the world.

He got up from the couch and walked over to me, standing in front of me. His fingers trailed down my chest, between my breasts, and over my stomach.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on mine.

“Not even close.”

He shook his head. “Perfect.”

Alex dipped his head and kissed me again, his arms around my waist. My hands roamed over his muscled back and shoulders. I marveled at his strength and at the fact that he was holding me, touching me, kissing me.

He reached between us and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the ground. His hard cock strained against the fabric of his briefs. Alex growled and reached between us again, pushing his briefs down.

My hand slipped between our bodies, and I took his cock in my hand, running my fingers along the length. He hissed.

I pushed him back with my free hand on his chest, and he collapsed back on the couch. His legs were wide, his cock standing straight up and waiting for me.

I dropped to my knees between his thighs and kissed the tip.

“Fuck,” he gasped, and I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I squeezed him and felt his muscles tense.

I lowered my head and opened my mouth, sliding his cock into it. Alex gasped, and his hand shot up, his fingers tangling in my hair. He pulled me forward, and I took his cock deeper, feeling it slide toward the back of my throat.

I hummed and swirled my tongue around him, sucking, tasting him. He smelled of soap and salt water, and the smell filled my nose.

Alex groaned.

I continued working my mouth and tongue around him, licking, sucking, teasing. He gasped and moaned, his body tensing and relaxing again, the pleasure I gave him coursing through his veins.

He pulled me closer, urging me to take more, and I did, sucking him and running my hand up and down the base.

He shuddered and pushed me away, panting.

“You keep going like that and this will be over before we get started.” He pulled me closer and kissed me. “I need to be inside you.”

I nodded. Alex reached for his pants and fished a condom out of his wallet.

He rolled it onto his cock, and then lifted me. I straddled him, knees on either side of him on the couch, my body hovering over his. He ran his hands down my body, cupping my breasts, encircling my waist, squeezing my ass. I leaned forward and kissed him again, my breasts against his chest, and he squeezed and massaged my ass.

Slowly, I sank down onto his cock. We groaned in unison as my body took him in, letting him fill me completely.

“Fuck, Charlotte,” he moaned, his eyes closed, his face riddled with bliss.

I sat on him like that for a moment, relishing the feel of him inside me. I traced my thumb along his lower lip, put my hands on his shoulders and started moving, slowly, up and down .

Alex’s hands roamed over my back, my sides, down my stomach, my hips. He kneaded my ass and pulled me closer, guiding my rhythm as I rode him.

I gasped and rocked faster. Alex’s cock felt amazing inside me, stroking in and out. I shivered at the feel of him, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. He rocked his hips, pumping into me, working with me.

“That’s right, baby,” he growled, and his fingers dug into my hips, pulling me closer. He buried his face against my neck and inhaled, his breath tickling. He pressed kisses along my jaw and down to my collarbone, and his teeth grazed my skin.

“You feel so good,” he growled. He lifted his hips, and we rocked together, our rhythm syncing. His hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit, and he started working his fingers.