Rival

Sucking in my bottom lip, I dug my nails into his shoulders while he feasted. The torture was so good, but it was building so much that I wanted to throw him down, climb on top, and ride him.

 

I jerked, my eyes popping open when I felt his fingers back between my legs.

 

“Damn, you’re wet,” he groaned into my neck.

 

Yeah, I could feel it.

 

I pushed against his chest and dropped to the bed, scooting back to the headboard in a slow crawl.

 

“Stop toying, Madoc,” I challenged through hooded eyes. “Time to put up or shut up. Let’s see what you got.”

 

He broke out in a bright smile, stilling my heart. Laughing and watching me, he stalked around the bed unfastening his jeans.

 

“My little rival. You think I can’t rise to the occasion in this game?” he shot back.

 

I couldn’t hide the smile at the corner of my mouth. Leaning back on my hands, I bent my legs up, locking my knees together with my ankles apart.

 

I lifted my eyebrows with a look that said prove it.

 

But my face fell when he smiled again, this time more sinister.

 

Oh shit!

 

A yelp caught in my throat as he darted out his hands, grabbed my ankles, yanked me down, and then paused only a moment to gloat at my wide-eyed expression before flipping me over to my stomach.

 

Fast, shallow breaths poured in and out of me, and my insides clenched and throbbed with the friction of the blankets on my stomach.

 

I choked on air. “Mad—”

 

“Don’t talk,” he growled low in my ear, and that’s when I realized I was trapped by a wall behind me.

 

He still had his jeans on. I could feel them rubbing against my ass.

 

His hand dipped back between my legs, and I closed my eyes as he smoothed them up and around the entrance, across my clit in circles but never entering me. I propped myself up on my elbows and started moving into his fingers.

 

The bed dipped, so I knew he must’ve brought a knee up to lean over me. A hot, wet tickle ran up my back, and I shivered at the feel of his tongue licking me.

 

A hard nibble descended on my side, and I clenched the blankets under me.

 

“Madoc.” But he didn’t stop. Coming down again and again, he sucked on the skin of my back, taking it between his teeth each time. It felt like glass splintering. One kiss and the tingles spread out in an even radius all over my body.

 

“You want to challenge me again?” He pressed himself into my ass, and I could feel his hardness trying to get free.

 

“Madoc, damn it!” I tried to sound angry, but it came out as a whimper-cry-beg instead. “I’m about to hump the damn bed! Please!”

 

Looking over my shoulder, I soaked in his sexy-as-hell smooth, tanned chest and six-pack that I wanted to lick. “I need you,” I mouthed.

 

He must’ve seen the pleading in my eyes, because he reached over to his nightstand and plucked out a condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, he pulled his pants and boxer briefs down and kicked them off his feet. I held his eyes as he rolled it on. I held his eyes when he knelt on the bed and lowered himself on me.

 

But I lost him when he arched one of my legs up, my inner thigh lying flat on the bed, and nestled himself between my legs.

 

As he positioned both of his arms on the bed next to each of my shoulders, he leaned down over me, his hand under my chin, and tipped my head up to meet his lips.

 

Oh. He covered my entire mouth with his, and slipped inside of me, slick and fast.

 

I whimpered into his mouth.

 

“I love you,” he groaned against my lips.

 

I reached behind me and clutched the back of his neck, closing my eyes and absorbing every back-and-forth movement of his body as it thrust into mine.

 

Grinding my teeth together, I sucked in air as he drove deeper and faster, his body sliding up and down my back.

 

His long, muscled forearms at my sides flexed and tensed, and each time he entered me, I started moaning at the pleasure of what he could do to me that I couldn’t do to myself. I think people called it the G-spot, and he was really good at finding it. I started squirming against the bed, pushing up against him to increase the speed. The faster he went, the more I felt it.

 

His hot breath hissed in my ear. “No patience tonight, huh?”

 

“I’m sorry,” I moaned, not lessening my speed one bit. “I’ll make it up to you. This position is just . . .”

 

My belly started to swirl with butterflies like I was free-falling, and my insides tightened and released. I dropped my head to the bed and arched my ass up to meet him and held it there as he slammed into me.

 

“Oh,” I moaned, feeling the burn, and I went wild, seeking him faster and harder.

 

Until he stopped.

 

What?

 

WHAT?

 

My eyes burned with fear and anger, and the pulse between my legs raced.

 

Before I even had a chance to turn around, though, he grabbed my hips, yanked me up on all fours and entered me again.

 

“Oh, God!” I cried out, steeling my arms and widening my legs as he slammed into me just as hard and fast as before.

 

“This position is even better,” he remarked, holding onto my hips.

 

His fucking cocky tone.

 

And then I was gone. I tightened around his cock, throbbing and bursting as the orgasm scorched my insides, making my heart jump into my throat.

 

My forehead fell back to the bed, but Madoc didn’t stop and didn’t relent in his pace, even after my orgasm had passed.

 

And that was mind-blowing, too.

 

Continuing to feel him after I came was so good. He squeezed my hips, moving faster and faster. Damn, I loved his power.

 

He grunted a couple of times, breathing hard and finally drove as deep as possible two more times before spilling and slowing his pace until he was done.

 

Collapsing back to the bed, he finally let me fall, too.

 

My cheek rested on the bed, and my sweaty hair was stuck to my face. Or maybe his hair was stuck to my sweaty face.

 

Whatever.

 

 

 

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